<?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-7077111258081787330</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:07:45.868-07:00</updated><category term='Love defination'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Don&apos;t call me bhaiya'/><category term='Ek Ladki'/><category term='sms'/><category term='Dahej'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='tutor'/><category term='Prem Kahani'/><category term='sarabhai v/s sarabhai'/><category term='Bismil Azimabadi'/><category term='beautiful love story'/><category term='chetan bhagat'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Kurla'/><category term='TImepass'/><category term='Happy Independence Day'/><category term='Marry'/><category term='propose'/><category term='God Missing'/><category term='Roshesh peom'/><category term='Tension'/><category term='Hike in Milk Price'/><category term='Conversation between Lovers'/><category term='My Mom is Amazing'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='BEST'/><category term='children'/><category term='banta'/><category term='shayari'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='BUS'/><category term='Dhokha'/><category term='Roshesh sarabhai'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='She'/><category term='Peom'/><category term='Perfect Pic'/><category term='heart touching'/><category term='Prafull'/><category term='Andheri'/><category term='Hansa'/><category term='Naadira Ali'/><category term='Zain Bhikha'/><category term='Marathi'/><category term='picsquare'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='santa'/><category term='vista'/><category term='Sarfaroshi ki tamanna'/><title type='text'>Timepass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2260381158340341971</id><published>2010-02-01T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:41:26.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dahej'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhokha'/><title type='text'>Dahej Me Dhokha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/S2e63aD65lI/AAAAAAAABHk/UJcoEUkBG00/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/S2e63aD65lI/AAAAAAAABHk/UJcoEUkBG00/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433516936497129042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Received image with subject Dahej Me Dhokha in Email. LOL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2260381158340341971?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2260381158340341971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2260381158340341971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2260381158340341971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2260381158340341971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2010/02/dahej-me-dhokha.html' title='Dahej Me Dhokha'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/S2e63aD65lI/AAAAAAAABHk/UJcoEUkBG00/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-3638397648659190546</id><published>2009-12-03T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:09:21.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marry'/><title type='text'>Will You Marry Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I decided that I'd ask her to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or ask her if she would marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring. Or just get down on my knees and let my eyes say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's now exactly one year since the first time I had started talking with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that first time was New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And tomorrow it's New Year again. And we had become close friends. And I had fallen in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nd since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to marry her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem. There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would she think I was moving too fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Was it too early to suggest marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Was she even interested in me in that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask her if she felt the same. And if she did, then we could get married. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished brushing my teeth, the phone rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hi!" It was her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied, almost whispering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a party at home tonight. Be there at eight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sure," I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at all? How about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichйd? Orchids sounded better. Or bluebells. Or tulips. Or cauliflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's New Year. A gift was definitely in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much. But then it was a little flimsy as a gift. It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery. But did it matter if she really liked it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I get her a book instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or a CD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or an earring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or should I make her something? I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably not a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed. And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside. Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I stood there and composed myself for a minute. Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through wouldn't show, I knocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She opened the door, but only a fraction. She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing Blind Man's Buff," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of everyone, I thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She spun me around a little, and then made me stop. She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can take it off now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was played after taking the blindfold off, I complied. And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights had all been turned off. But the room was brightly lit with dozens of candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following words on it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year ago, this day we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.So I turned. On the next wall were the words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;between a girl and a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of closeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year of peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and a whole lot of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the third wall, was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year or Six,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a lifetime it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yet, it feels just like yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to be this happy forever .............Will You Marry Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Got this in mail. It is my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-3638397648659190546?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3638397648659190546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=3638397648659190546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3638397648659190546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3638397648659190546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will You Marry Me?'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2020470071668640921</id><published>2009-12-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:09:31.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prem Kahani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani</title><content type='html'>Got as an SMS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tragic love story ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pig fell in love with a Hen. One  day they kissed each  other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  next day the Pig died of Bird Flu and the Hen died of Swine Flu. Ajab Prem ki  Gajab Kahani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2020470071668640921?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2020470071668640921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2020470071668640921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2020470071668640921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2020470071668640921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/12/ajab-prem-ki-gajab-kahani.html' title='Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2840354833216794814</id><published>2009-11-27T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:03:40.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andheri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BUS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST'/><title type='text'>One of My BEST bus experience</title><content type='html'>My Bus experience with a person in my words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my home for Reliance web world, JB Nagar, Andheri. I got lift from friend to reach there. Finished my work &amp;amp; got bus no. 186 from JB Nagar To Marol Maroshi Depot. As I enter in bus, I seen a empty place near to 50-55 year old aged person. I sat near to him. And converstaion initiated by him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Started saying today is saturday, so most of IT companies &amp;amp; Bank has holiday that is why you got place to seat in bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus was on andheri - Kurla road, where some metro work is going on. By showing me figure towards metro work he said this metro is fail as no one is going to travel in this metro. Who the hell will wanted to travel in metro to Ghatkopar. This goverment has used this space of road for metro &amp;amp; created all this traffic issues. There are so many MNC started their brach in Anderi east, Nariman point is going to shut now &amp;amp; some more comments was made by him on nariman point which I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bus passed towards LEELA Hotel, He changed the topic from Metro &amp;amp; Nariman point to Leela hotel. Before some years ago, here at place of Leela Hotel, It was dirty gutter where no single pig wants to stay. Leela owner purchase this gutter area &amp;amp; buila five star hotel. He was lucky that same year International airport made here &amp;amp; Leela hotel got customer &amp;amp; saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I Nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bus take left turn towards Maroshi road from Marol naka. He said before some years  was nothing like this maroshi road, This is now people increased in mumbai &amp;amp; stay at any place. This place was never for human to live. And see now a person like you work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I Nodded with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally his stop came marol gaon, While leaving he said me "Have a good day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking after this much of negative talk how can a person say Have a Good Day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really good experience. uncle was really Cool :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2840354833216794814?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2840354833216794814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2840354833216794814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2840354833216794814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2840354833216794814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-my-best-bus-experience.html' title='One of My BEST bus experience'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2785822870735475725</id><published>2009-09-17T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:54:34.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>some jokes - sms</title><content type='html'>Some sms/jokes which I liked. Some laugh please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum haseen ho to hum bhi kuch kam nahi&lt;br /&gt;Tum mehlo ki ho to hum bhi sadko ke nahi&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar kar ke kehti ho ke shaadi shuda hoon&lt;br /&gt;Kaan khol kar sun lo Kunware hum bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usne mehndi laga rakhi thi&lt;br /&gt;humne uski doli utha rakhi thi&lt;br /&gt;hum ko maloom tha ke woh bewafa niklegi&lt;br /&gt;issi liye humne uski behan pata rakhi thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri jindagi ek jua banke reh gayi&lt;br /&gt;Meri jindagi ek jua banke reh gayi&lt;br /&gt;Maine jise pyaar kiya&lt;br /&gt;woh mere baccho ki bua banke reh gayi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2785822870735475725?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2785822870735475725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2785822870735475725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2785822870735475725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2785822870735475725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-jokes-sms.html' title='some jokes - sms'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-76976527130951234</id><published>2009-06-11T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:07:27.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladki ne aapse lift mangi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raste mein uski tabiat kaharab ho gai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapko TENSION !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;p hospital le gaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;tor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; bola – aap baap banne wale ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapko TENSION !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aap bole – Mai iska baap nahi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phir ladki se pucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladki boli – yehi baap hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapko aur TENSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phir police ayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapka medical check up hua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Report aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aap to kabhi baap hi nahi ban sakte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapko aur TENSION !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aap ne khuda ka shukar ada ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a aur aap Khushi Khushi ghar gaye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aur phir socha Ki ghar pe jo bachchay hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wo kiske hai…????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aapko Phir TENSION !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-76976527130951234?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/76976527130951234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=76976527130951234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/76976527130951234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/76976527130951234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/06/tension.html' title='Tension'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-7527152626099654326</id><published>2009-03-13T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:25:44.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ek Ladki'/><title type='text'>Joke  - Nice one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ek ladki @ railway station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for 1/2 hr... gets bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coin nikala, coin weighing machine mein dala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 Kgs&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;coin nikala&lt;br /&gt;Sandal utari, side mein rakhkhi&lt;br /&gt;coin weighing machine mein dala....&lt;br /&gt;56 Kgs&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;coin nikala&lt;br /&gt;Jacket utara, side mein rakhkha&lt;br /&gt;coin weighing machine mein dala....&lt;br /&gt;53 Kgs&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt; coin nikala&lt;br /&gt;Dupatta utara, side mein rakhkha&lt;br /&gt;coin weighing machine mein dala....&lt;br /&gt;52 Kgs&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;Coin khatam!&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;Side mein baitha bhikari bola...&lt;br /&gt;"Tu chalu rakh. Coin main deta hu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-7527152626099654326?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7527152626099654326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=7527152626099654326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7527152626099654326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7527152626099654326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/03/joke-nice-one.html' title='Joke  - Nice one'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-7424746773625958925</id><published>2009-02-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:41:35.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Teacher: 'What is your name?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: 'Mera naam Suraj Prakash hai.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'When I ask a question in English, answer it in English.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: 'My name is Sunlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'What is your name?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: 'My name is Beautiful Red Underwear'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'What kind of a name is this? Don't joke tell me the right name'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: 'My name is Sunderlal Chadda." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What is the full form of maths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Mentally affected teachers harassing students &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Because of Gandhiji's hard work what do we get on 15th August?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: A holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: There is a frog, Ship is sinking, potatoes cost Rs3/kg...Then, what is my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: 32 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Well, my sister is 16 yrs old and she is half mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-7424746773625958925?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7424746773625958925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=7424746773625958925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7424746773625958925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7424746773625958925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/02/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-4263283787846604409</id><published>2009-01-28T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:51:48.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She'/><title type='text'>Nice Peom - Marathi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;तिला स्वप्न बघायला आवडतात&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मला स्वप्नात ती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;पाउस फार आवडतो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मला पावसात ती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;हसयाला आवडत&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मला हसताना ती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;गप्प रहायला आवडत नाही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन्&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मला बोलताना ती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मी कधीच नाही आवडलो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन्&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';" &gt;मला आवडली फक्त तीच ती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Translation for those who don't know marathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to see dreams,&lt;br /&gt;n i like her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to get  wet in rains,&lt;br /&gt;n i like her getting wet in rains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes  laughing,&lt;br /&gt;n l like her laughing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes talking&lt;br /&gt;n i like her  talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never liked me,&lt;br /&gt;n i always liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translated by Vikram Basantani.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-4263283787846604409?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4263283787846604409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=4263283787846604409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4263283787846604409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4263283787846604409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-peom-marathi.html' title='Nice Peom - Marathi'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-8776245498426251565</id><published>2008-10-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:38:12.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mom is Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zain Bhikha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naadira Ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>My Mom is Amazing - Beautiful song lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of my favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 43); font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Mum is Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She wakes up early in the morning with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And she holds my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don’t you ever let anybody put you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cos you are my little angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then she makes something warm for me to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cos it’s cold out there, she thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then she walks me to school, Yes I aint no fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just think my Mom is amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She makes me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like I can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and when she’s with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there’s no where else, I’d rather be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After School, she’s waiting by the gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m so happy that I just can’t wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To get home to tell her how my day went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And eat the yummy food, only my Mom makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I wind her up cos I don’t wanna bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And we run around the house with a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter what I say, she gets her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think my Mom is amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the evening, she tucks me into bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I wrap my arms around her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then she tells me a tale of a girl far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who one day became a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I‘m so happy, I don’t want her to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So she lies in bed with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I close my eyes, how lucky am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To have a Mom that’s so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I wake up in the morning, she’s not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I realize she never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I’m still here in this lonely orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With so many just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And as my dreams begin to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I try hard to look forward to my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But there’s a pain in my heart that’s a craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How I wish I had a Mom that’s amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Would be amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A great song By: Naadira Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Written by: Zain Bhikha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6264925241224901743</id><published>2008-10-01T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:05:34.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roshesh peom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roshesh sarabhai'/><title type='text'>Some more Roshesh Peom</title><content type='html'>Some of the Roshesh Sarabhai's peom ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popat Kaka ki atma ka Popat ud gaya ud gaya ud gaya rey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shristi ke sajjan haath se popat jud gaya jud gaya jud gaya rey..(Popat is name of roshesh's kaka who had expired) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hawa mein hai khushi ki aroma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeet gayi momma,jeet gayi momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say hi to happiness n tata to trauma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeet gayi momma,jeet gayi momma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tumhe samjhe toh mujhe bhi samjhana, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kyu hai mera jeevan itna khokla, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaise koi baasi aur sada hua khaman dhokla....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ghanan ghanan ghanan ghanan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;badalo se aaye pehla soorya kiran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daanton ke liye danta manjan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur pet ke liye kaayam chooran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tum bin jaise mai raaste ka andha bhikhari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thodi blessings daan me de do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thodi mamta tumhari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;momma ho momma ha... &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/7077111258081787330-6264925241224901743?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6264925241224901743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6264925241224901743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6264925241224901743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6264925241224901743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-more-roshesh-peom.html' title='Some more Roshesh Peom'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-5448856691281791070</id><published>2008-09-25T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:12:01.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love defination'/><title type='text'>What is love?..... amazingly true replies by children!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: red;"&gt;*What is Love???*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of 4 to 8 year-old Children were asked, "What does love mean?" The&lt;br /&gt;answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it&lt;br /&gt;everyday" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Tina - age 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else&lt;br /&gt;kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Clare - Age 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You&lt;br /&gt;know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Billy - age 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint&lt;br /&gt;her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time,&lt;br /&gt;even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Rebecca - age 8 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French&lt;br /&gt;fries without making them give you any of theirs&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt; (Chrissy - age 6 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Terri - age 4 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip&lt;br /&gt;before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Danny - age 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still&lt;br /&gt;friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Tommy - age 6 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all&lt;br /&gt;the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the&lt;br /&gt;only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore. That's love" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Cindy -age 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Elaine -&lt;br /&gt;age 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone&lt;br /&gt;all day." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;(Mary Ann - age 4 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love............   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is not only made for lovers......&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it’s also for friends&lt;br /&gt;who luv each other sometimes better than lover .   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Smile and spread some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-5448856691281791070?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5448856691281791070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=5448856691281791070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5448856691281791070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5448856691281791070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-love-amazingly-true-replies-by.html' title='What is love?..... amazingly true replies by children!!'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-3248966871916680295</id><published>2008-08-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:39:55.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pic'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A perfect  pic..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SLaADnt2VoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UvrfQL9GOM0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SLaADnt2VoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UvrfQL9GOM0/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239516016181401218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-3248966871916680295?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3248966871916680295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=3248966871916680295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3248966871916680295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3248966871916680295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-pic.html' title='Perfect Pic'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SLaADnt2VoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UvrfQL9GOM0/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2988310969287026792</id><published>2008-08-27T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:10:14.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Sort &amp; Simple..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are extremely mischievous. They are  always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know where God is, son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are in BIG trouble this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I just LOVE reading next line again and again")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is missing, and they think we did it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2988310969287026792?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2988310969287026792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2988310969287026792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2988310969287026792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2988310969287026792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/sort-simple.html' title='Sort &amp; Simple..'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-4431819879312000374</id><published>2008-08-22T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:32:37.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart touching'/><title type='text'>A beautiful love story - Heart touching</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on&lt;br /&gt;it, God had put all the human "qualities" in a separate room. Since&lt;br /&gt;all the qualities were bored they decided to play hide &amp;amp; seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madness" was one of the qualities and he shouted: "I want to count, I&lt;br /&gt;want to count!" And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek&lt;br /&gt;"Madness", all the other qualities agreed. So "Madness" leaned against&lt;br /&gt;a tree and started to count:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One, two, and three..." As "Madness" counted, the qualities went&lt;br /&gt;hiding. "Treason" hid in a pile of garbage.. "Lie " said that it would&lt;br /&gt;hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake. And Madness&lt;br /&gt;continued to count "... seventy nine, eighty, eighty one..." By this&lt;br /&gt;time, all the qualities were already hidden-except "Love ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For stupid as "Love" is, he could not decide where to hide.&lt;br /&gt;And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it&lt;br /&gt;is to hide "Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madness": "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when&lt;br /&gt;"Madness" got to one hundred..... ..."Love" jumped into a rose bush&lt;br /&gt;where he hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Madness turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!" As&lt;br /&gt;Madness turned around, "Laziness" was the first to be found, because&lt;br /&gt;"Laziness" was too lazy to hide. "Madness" searched madly and found&lt;br /&gt;"Lie" at the bottom of the lake. One by one, Madness found them all -&lt;br /&gt;except Love. Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envious of Love, "Envy" whispered to "Madness ": "You only need to&lt;br /&gt;find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush."&lt;br /&gt;"Madness" Jumped on the rose bush and he heard loud cry. The thorns in&lt;br /&gt;the bush had pierced "Loves" eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the commotion God came into the room and saw what had&lt;br /&gt;happened. He got very angry and cursed "Madness" and said since "Love"&lt;br /&gt;has become blind because of u... ..u shall always be with him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is&lt;br /&gt;always accompanied by Madness.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-4431819879312000374?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4431819879312000374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=4431819879312000374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4431819879312000374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4431819879312000374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-love-story-heart-touching.html' title='A beautiful love story - Heart touching'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-3783610002019289264</id><published>2008-08-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:14:45.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Once Banta Singh attended an Interview.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Give me the opposite words.&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Ok&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Made in India&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Destroyed in Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Keep it Up&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Put it Down&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Maxi Mum&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Mini Dad&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Enough! Take your Seat&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Don't take my seat&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Idiot! Take your Seat&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Clever! Don't take my Seat Interviewer : I say you get out!&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : You didn't say I come in&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : I reject you!&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : You Appoint me&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: ........!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: When did George Washington die?                    &lt;br /&gt;Santa: two days before his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh and Banta Singh were always boasting of      &lt;br /&gt; parents achievements to each other.                 &lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh : Have you ever heard of the Suez Canal?       &lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Yes I have.                         &lt;div id=":ui" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;Santa Singh : Well, my father dug it.                       |&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : That's nothing, have you ever heard of       &lt;br /&gt;Dead Sea?&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh : Yes I have.&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh : Well, my father killed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-3783610002019289264?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3783610002019289264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=3783610002019289264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3783610002019289264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3783610002019289264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-1821240783417292704</id><published>2008-08-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:51:42.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation between Lovers'/><title type='text'>Typical Conversation between Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.3em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: Conversation ke beech, within brackets jo hai, woh ladka apne aap se&lt;br /&gt;keh raha hai ( He is talking to himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Gives a missed call to him .. and he calls her back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (are yaar...Raat ke 10 bajte nahin ki iski 2-2 second waali missed calls shuru..pata nahi aaj kya bore karegi ) Hi ...kya baat hai..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  kuch nahi...bas aise hi phone kiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( Aise hee &lt;img src="http://www.funonthenet.in/forums/Smileys//fun/huh.gif" alt="Huh" border="0" /&gt; ye kya radio station hai ki aise hee .. velli !! Aur Call kahan kiya ?.. khali missed call to diya hai, roz ki tarah... )   oh...ok ..kya kar&lt;br /&gt;rahi thi meri jaan ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  abhi abhi dinner khatam kiya...tum kya kar rahe the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (mai to lunch karke utha hoon na) mera bhi abhi abhi dinner khatam hua.. ab...."Ladki Kyon Najaane Kyon"&lt;br /&gt;sun raha hu FM par....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  nice song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And then she hums a line from the song "Hum Tum")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( yaaaaaaaaarrrrr .. kyun bola gaane ka naam .. ab ye Madonna saare raag gaa degi yaheen .. Saala wahan koi chipkali 'kich kich' kar rahi hai ya .. ) hey!!!! tum&lt;br /&gt;itni achchi gaati ho? mujhe pata hi nahi tha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (ohhhho kya hansti hai .. aisa lag raha hai koi gaadi start kar raha hai) Hey ek aur baar gaao na pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  yaha sab so rahe hai...agar main gaaongi to sab uth jaaenge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( Ekdum Correct...woh yehi samjhenge ki koi bhootni hai, kisi baat par nataaz ho gayi hai ... ) Come on! Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  hattt ...I don't sing that well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (  yeh to saari duniya ko pata hai... paka kyun rahi hai ) It was really sweet. Please&lt;br /&gt;gaao na dear ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  mujhe kuch ajeeb sa lagta hai jaan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (mujhe tujhse jyada ajeeb lagta hai, dekh phyr bhi shaheed hone ko tayaar baitha hoon) aisa kuch bhi nahi hai jaanu...gaao na&lt;br /&gt;She: tumhi keh sakte ho... warna …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( mai? saala mere ko doosra raasta nahi hai....is liye bola ) abhi tum&lt;br /&gt;gaaogi ya nahi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  kyun pareshaan kar rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt;He: Sigh! Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  I don't have that great a voice .. ye to aise hee gaa diya tha ... warna mai nahin gaati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( fir aise hee &lt;img src="http://www.funonthenet.in/forums/Smileys//fun/huh.gif" alt="Huh" border="0" /&gt; bada ehsaan karti agar nahin gaati .. kaan mai se khoon nikalne waala hai .. saala gadha bhi sharma jaaye teri awaaz sunke.. ) hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  theek hai... jab itni zid kar rahe ho... sirf ek stanza gaaungi theek&lt;br /&gt;hai??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( abbe teri !!! fas gayaaaaa ... shittttt .. aur kya kya jhelna padega malum nahi.. ) Great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  kaunsa gaana gaau ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( tum kuch bhi gaao... meri to aaj by default neend haraam hai.. )Hmmmm. 'Mahiya'&lt;br /&gt;from Awarapan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Nice song. But mujhe lyrics yaad nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( Thank God .. Text book chhodke tujhe aur kya pata hai bol ... ) Dhoom Machale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Nahi main wohi gaana gaaungi&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( Aye tere nakhre .. mai to jaise mara jaa raha hoon teri awaaz sun ne ke liye shakira .. koi bhi gaana gaa....mere kaan to pakne waale hai ) Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She clears her throat, hums a line and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Nahi jaan. I am feeling very shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  (to shuru kyun hoti hai .. ek bar shuru hokar khatam kyun nahin karti jaldi jaldi .. ab kya eden gardens book karun, tab gayegi) Gaao na...pls gaao na....teri awaaz ki samundar me main doob jaana chahta hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  dekho...ab tum mujhe naaraaz kar rahe ho ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( Achchha ab tujhe manaane mai poore sheher ko phool leke bhejun kya ) No no. Tum shy feel kar rahi ho&lt;br /&gt;na....is liye... Trying to make u comfortable ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  ( ye makkhi ki tarah kya shuru ho gayi) please gaao na darling ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  main kal gaaun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:   Haaaaaannnn...jaaan bachi... nikal leta hoon...abhi mauka hai ) theek hai jaisi tumhaari&lt;br /&gt;merzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:  Sweet Dreams.. Take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:  Sweets dreams to u too... (kaahe ke sweet dreams .. sone degi tab na ayenge dreams .. abhi 2 minute mai fir call karegi bore karne ke liye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while She calls Him (sorry...that never happens, she gives only a&lt;br /&gt;missed call) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hey.. so gaye the kya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( nahi...current ka aavishkaar kar raha tha...ab teri call ke baad aadmi ke clones banaunga ) nahi jaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: kya kar rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( raat ko kya gili danda khelna hai... ) Match dekh raha tha&lt;br /&gt;She: theek hai tum match dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( phone rakhegi to dekhunga na .. ya tu running commentary sunayegi) Hey it's ok... purana&lt;br /&gt;match hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Did u feel bad I didn't sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since it is a tricky question, He thinks for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: (Bad eh? Crazy girl .. this was the luckiest day in my life, since you didn't sing&lt;br /&gt;) Bad toh main nahi keh raha jaanu. But I want you to be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;first.... tumhi ne bola ki main kal gaaungi..... So, me waiting..&lt;br /&gt;(maine to socha tha ki aaj bach gaya....dhatttt tereki :-( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings 1 stanza from the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jiski aankhon me meri hi nami.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Wow. Too good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: jhoot....mujhe maloom hai ki meri awaaz itni achchi nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( saamne aa jaa, fir bataata hoon .. pagal kar diya .. chalo shukr hai self realization hai... :-)... ) nahi darling you really&lt;br /&gt;sing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: nahi..mujhe maloom hai tum bas aise hi keh rahe ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( very good.. aakhir tumne pata laga hi liya.....kyun bhagwaan kyun !! mere saath ye julm kyun ) Cheee! Cheee! teri voice&lt;br /&gt;agar itni buri hoti to main ab tak na sun raha hota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmmm...theek hai. good night.. ab tum bhi so jaao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( achcha mil gayi permission .. waise tera gaana sunne ke baad neend kahan aayegi ab .. ) Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: You too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( arrre yaar..aaj ye nahi chhodegi ,,, ) kya hai sweety? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: sach bataao honey..meri voice achchi hai ya nahi...&lt;br /&gt;He: ( tu apni voice khud record karke sun kyon nahi leti ek baar !!  dimaag ka dahi kar rakha hai .. lassi banaake peeja mere dimaag ki )&lt;br /&gt;sachchi... Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: sirf jhoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: ( iski toh... !! jab pata hai to mujhse kya singing sensation ka award legi !! phata dhol… ) Not at all. You&lt;br /&gt;sing very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm.... tum keh rahe ho to theek hi hoga. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;He: Good Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;source: funonthenet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-1821240783417292704?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1821240783417292704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=1821240783417292704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1821240783417292704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1821240783417292704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/typical-conversation-between-lovers.html' title='Typical Conversation between Lovers'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-5313637810836656432</id><published>2008-08-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:20:55.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SKqseFZRG4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/KAgE1YavvEI/s1600-h/ATT1137515.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SKqseFZRG4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/KAgE1YavvEI/s400/ATT1137515.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236187149615831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-5313637810836656432?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5313637810836656432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=5313637810836656432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5313637810836656432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5313637810836656432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SKqseFZRG4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/KAgE1YavvEI/s72-c/ATT1137515.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6818182526666016836</id><published>2008-08-19T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:03:51.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India's oldest man dies at the age of 139</title><content type='html'>Habib Mian, perhaps the longest surviving man in India, passed away in Jaipur on Tuesday at the age of 139.&lt;br /&gt;Born on May 28, 1870, at Rajgarh in Rajasthan's Alwar district, Habib Mian had been suffering from fever and a bout of dysentery.&lt;br /&gt;He had joined the band of the erstwhile Jaipur Royal family as a clarinet player and retired from service in 1938. At that time, he received a pension of just Rs 1.46, which was later increased to Rs 2698.&lt;br /&gt;Habib Mian did not celebrate his birthday this year as he was saddened by the serial bomb blasts in Jaipur on May 13, which claimed 62 lives, according to his grandson Chuttan Khan.&lt;br /&gt;According to Mian's family friend, Rajesh Nagpal, the old man had called him on Monday and said 'Mera samay aagaya hai. Mujhe chod kar mat jana (my time has come, don't leave me at this time)'.&lt;br /&gt;Beside Chuttan Mian and his eldest grandson Mahmood Mian, Habib Mian has left behind 140 grand and great-grand children.&lt;br /&gt;His four sons and wife had died several years ago, Chuttan said.&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, the Limca Book had recorded Habib Mian as the oldest man of Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;Habib Mian used to draw a pension of Rs 350 from Maharani Gayatri Devi Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source : Rediff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6818182526666016836?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6818182526666016836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6818182526666016836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6818182526666016836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6818182526666016836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/indias-oldest-man-dies-at-age-of-139.html' title='India&apos;s oldest man dies at the age of 139'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-4573516256281654771</id><published>2008-08-18T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:30:41.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Some Jokes</title><content type='html'>What is the difference between men and pigs?&lt;br /&gt;Pigs don't turn into men when they drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: So, you want to become my son-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Not really, but I don't see any other way to marry your daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;A: A good lawyer knows the law. A great lawyer knows the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why dogs don't marry?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they are already leading a dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the diff between mother wife?&lt;br /&gt;A: One woman brings into the world crying the other ensures you continue to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-4573516256281654771?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/4573516256281654771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=4573516256281654771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4573516256281654771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/4573516256281654771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-jokes.html' title='Some Jokes'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2764499871664266042</id><published>2008-08-16T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:28:42.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Joke  - Must Read</title><content type='html'>एक   दिन , मैं   दिल्ली  पहुँचा ,&lt;br /&gt;स्टेशन   पे   एक   कुली   से   बाहर   जाने  का  रास्ता   पूंछा  .&lt;br /&gt;कुली   ने   कहा :  "   बाहर   जाके  पूंछो ."&lt;br /&gt;मैंने   ख़ुद   ही रास्ता   धुंध  लिया ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाहर   जाके   टैक्सी   वाले  से  पूंछा  :&lt;br /&gt;" भाई   साहब  लाल   किले  का  कितना  लोगे ?"&lt;br /&gt;जवाब   मिला :  "   बेचना  नही  है ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;टैक्सी   छोड़ , मैंने  बस  पकड़  ली ,&lt;br /&gt;कोन्दुक्टोर  से  पूंछा :  "जी , क्या   मैं   सिगरेट   पी   सकता   हूँ ?"&lt;br /&gt;वो   गुर्र्रा   कर   बोला  :  "हरगिज़  नही , यहाँ   सिगरेट   पीना  मन  है . "&lt;br /&gt;मैंने   कहा :  "पर   वो   जनाब   तो  पी   रहे   है ! "&lt;br /&gt;फिर   से   गुर्र्र्राया : "उसने   मुझसे   पूंछा   नही   है . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लाल   किले  पंहुचा , होटल  गया  .&lt;br /&gt;मेनेजर  से   कहा :  "मुझे   रूम  चाहिए , सातवी   मंजिल  पे  .. "&lt;br /&gt;मेनेजर   ने   कहा :  "रहने  के   लिए   या   कूदने  के लिए ?"&lt;br /&gt;रूम   पंहुचा , वेटर  से   कहा :&lt;br /&gt;" एक   पानी   का   गिलास  मिलेगा ?"&lt;br /&gt;उसने   जवाब   दिया :  "नही   साहब , यहाँ   तो   सारे   कांच   के   मिलते   हैं ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;होटल   से   निकला , दोस्त   के   घर   जाने   के   लिए ,&lt;br /&gt;रस्ते  मी  एक   साहब   से   पूंछा :&lt;br /&gt;" जनाब , ये   सड़क   कहाँ   को   जाती   है ?"&lt;br /&gt;जनाब   हंस  कर   बोले :  "पिछले  बीस   साल   से   देख   रहा  हूँ , यही   पड़ी   है&lt;br /&gt;...  कहीं  नहीं   जाती . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दोस्त   के   घर   पंहुचा , तो   मूझे   देखते   ही   चोंक   पड़ा ,&lt;br /&gt;उसने   पूछा  :  "कैसे   आना   हुआ ?"&lt;br /&gt;अब   तक   तो   मुझे   भी   आदत  पड़   गई   थी ,&lt;br /&gt;मैंने   भी   जवाब   दिया :  "ट्रेन   से . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरी   अओभागत  करने   के   लिए   दोस्त   ने   अपनी   बीवी   से   कहा :&lt;br /&gt;" अरी  सुनती  हो ... मेरा   दोस्त   पहली  बार   घर   आया   है ,&lt;br /&gt;उसे   कुछ   ताज़ा  ताज़ा   खिलाओ  . "&lt;br /&gt;सुनते   ही   भाभी   जी   ने   घर   की   सारी&lt;br /&gt;खिध्कियाँ   और   दरवाजे  खोल  दिए .&lt;br /&gt;कहा :  "ताजी   हवा  खा  लीजिये . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दोस्त   ने   फिर   से   बडे  प्यार   से   बीवी   से   कहा :&lt;br /&gt;" अरी  सुनती   हो , इन्हे   जरा   अपना   चालीस  साल   पुराना   आचार  तो दिखाना . "&lt;br /&gt;भाभी   जी  एक   बाल्टी  मे   रखा   आचार   ले   आई .&lt;br /&gt;मैंने   भी   अपनापन  दिखाते  हुए   भाभी   जी   से   कहा :&lt;br /&gt;" भाभी   जी , आचार   सिर्फ़   दिखाएंगी , चाखायेंगी   नही ?"&lt;br /&gt;भाभी   जी   ने   टाक   से  जवाब   दिया :  "यूँही  अगर  सब  को&lt;br /&gt;चखाती   तो   आचार   चालीस   साल   पुराना   कैसे   होता ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;थोडी  देर   बाद   देखा , भाभी   जी अपने   पोते  को   सुला  रही  थी ,&lt;br /&gt;साथ   मे   लोरी  भी   गा  रही   थी :&lt;br /&gt;" डिप्लोमा  सो   जा , डिप्लोमा   सो   जा . "&lt;br /&gt;लोरी   सुन   में   हैरान  हुआ   और   दोस्त   से   पूछा :&lt;br /&gt;" यार , ये   डिप्लोमा   क्या   है ?"&lt;br /&gt;दोस्त   ने   जवाब   दिया :  "मेरे   पोते   का   नाम ,&lt;br /&gt;बेटी   बम्बई   गई   थी , डिप्लोमा   लेने   के   लिए और   साथ   में   इसे   ले   आई ,&lt;br /&gt;इसीलिए  हमने   इसका   नाम   डिप्लोमा   रख   दिया . "&lt;br /&gt;फिर   मैंने   पूंछा :  "आजकल  तुम्हारी   बेटी   क्या   कर   रही   है ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; दोस्त   ने   जवाब   दिया :  "बम्बई   गई   है , डिग्री   लेने   के   &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2764499871664266042?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2764499871664266042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2764499871664266042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2764499871664266042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2764499871664266042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-must-read.html' title='Joke  - Must Read'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-5342094317090177039</id><published>2008-08-15T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:43:24.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bismil Azimabadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Independence Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarfaroshi ki tamanna'/><title type='text'>Jai Hind - Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Independence Day, Today i would like to post a famous peom. Sarfaroshi ki Tamanna is a poem in Hindi/Urdu written by Bismil Azimabadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye watan Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet&lt;br /&gt;Dekhta hun main jise who chup teri mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar&lt;br /&gt;Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman&lt;br /&gt;Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed&lt;br /&gt;Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar&lt;br /&gt;Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar&lt;br /&gt;Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se&lt;br /&gt;Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se&lt;br /&gt;Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan&lt;br /&gt;Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale hain ye qadam&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar&lt;br /&gt;Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab&lt;br /&gt;Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj&lt;br /&gt;Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo jism bhi kya jism hai jismein na ho khoon-e-junoon&lt;br /&gt;Toofaanon se kya lade jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-5342094317090177039?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5342094317090177039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=5342094317090177039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5342094317090177039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5342094317090177039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/jai-hind-happy-independence-day.html' title='Jai Hind - Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-3026672688712436287</id><published>2008-08-14T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:49:07.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful One Minute... Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;One smart Software engineer and his Project Manager were traveling towards Pune in a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just Opposite to their seat, a beautiful girl was sitting along with her grand ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;With in some time, Eye-Eye interactions started between Our Software engineer &amp;amp; that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After some minutes, train started moving in to a tunnel and it was very dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Suddenly, every body heard a Kiss sound followed by a sound of slapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Every body remained silent, when the train came out of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Grand ma thought that," The Guy is a rogue; how dare he? He has kissed my grand daughter! But my Grand daughter is genuine; she immediately slapped that guy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM thought that," I can't believe that this guy has kissed that girl! But it is unfair that she slapped me by mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl thought that," I feel happy, when that guy kissed me, but I feel sorry that my grand ma has slapped him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, do u know what our clever Software engineer thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one minute in my life is wonderful, it hardly comes...because, at a time I have kissed a girl and also I have slapped my PM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-3026672688712436287?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/3026672688712436287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=3026672688712436287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3026672688712436287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/3026672688712436287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-one-minute-humor.html' title='Wonderful One Minute... Humor'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-724722217603506963</id><published>2008-08-12T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:34:04.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Nice Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;nice one (got in a mail) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was passing the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a trainer near by and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. "Well," he said, "when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it's enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free." I was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn't, they were stuck right where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-724722217603506963?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/724722217603506963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=724722217603506963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/724722217603506963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/724722217603506963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-story.html' title='Nice Story'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-5034346058572158902</id><published>2008-07-23T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:23:55.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>LOVE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BOY HAD CANCER AND HE HAD ONE MONTH TO LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;HE LIKED A GIRL WORKING IN A CD SHOP VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE DID NOT TOLD HER ABOUT HIS LUV.EVERYDAY HE WENT TO THE CD SHOP AND BOUGHT A CD ONLY TO TALK TO HER.AFTER A MONTH HE DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE GIRL WENT HIS HOME AND ASKED ABOUT HIM, HIS MOM TOLD THAT HE DIED AND TOOK HER TO HIS ROOM.SHE SAW ALL THE CD“S UNOPENED .&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL CRIED N CRIED N FINALLY DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW Y SHE CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BÇOZ SHE HAD KEPT HER OWN LUV LETTERS INSIDE THE CD PACKS.SHE ALSO LUVED HIM......... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;if u love someone..... .say to him directly don“t wait for the destiny to play the role oderwise u will lose dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found on net .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-5034346058572158902?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/5034346058572158902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=5034346058572158902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5034346058572158902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/5034346058572158902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6080639148079381338</id><published>2008-07-23T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:47:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I was searching for Love story on net for timepass i found this one very sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CUTE LOVE STORY...&lt;br /&gt;Girl-am i prety?&lt;br /&gt;Boy-no.&lt;br /&gt;G-do u want 2 live with me?&lt;br /&gt;B-no.&lt;br /&gt;G-wil u cry if i leave u?&lt;br /&gt;B-no&lt;br /&gt;The girl got vexd &amp;amp; started 2 cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pulled her close 2 him &amp;amp; said&lt;br /&gt;u r not pretty but prettiest,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wan 2 live with u but live 4 u,&lt;br /&gt;If u leave Me i wont cry but DIE!.A CUTE LOVE STORY...&lt;br /&gt;Girl-am i prety?&lt;br /&gt;Boy-no.&lt;br /&gt;G-do u want 2 live with me?&lt;br /&gt;B-no.&lt;br /&gt;G-wil u cry if i leave u?&lt;br /&gt;B-no&lt;br /&gt;The girl got vexd &amp;amp; started 2 cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pulled her close 2 him &amp;amp; said&lt;br /&gt;u r not pretty but prettiest,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wan 2 live with u but live 4 u,&lt;br /&gt;If u leave Me i wont cry but DIE!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6080639148079381338?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6080639148079381338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6080639148079381338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6080639148079381338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6080639148079381338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-941066877082679712</id><published>2008-07-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:44:17.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this story on net..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cute Love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Two butterflies were in love.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;One day, they decided to play Hide n Seek.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;During the play.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Boy Butterfly - "A small game within us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Girl Butterfly - "OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Boy Butterfly - "The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;the morning.....that one loves the other one more....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Girl Butterfly - "OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;he can sit before the girl butterfly does......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Finally, the flower opened.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;What did he see.....?????........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The girl butterfly had died inside the flower.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;She stayed there all night......so that early in the morning......as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;soon as she sees him.......she can fly to him and tell him how much she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;loved him........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This is true LOVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-941066877082679712?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/941066877082679712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=941066877082679712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/941066877082679712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/941066877082679712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-this-story-on-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-1349585401114750454</id><published>2008-07-15T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:42:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappu jokes</title><content type='html'>Some Pappu jokes i got in mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "HIJKLMNO! "!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Yesterday you said it's H to O !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, how do you spell "crocodile"?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "K-R-O-K-O-D- A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "Can anybody give an example of "COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: A teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-1349585401114750454?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1349585401114750454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=1349585401114750454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1349585401114750454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1349585401114750454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/pappu-jokes.html' title='Pappu jokes'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-104742909393919911</id><published>2008-07-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:31:21.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Project Maneger working in a MNC, as usual after lunch goes to the&lt;br /&gt;cafeteria for coffee.He relaxes in canteen. He sees a canteen boy cleaning &lt;br /&gt;tables&lt;br /&gt;there. so he decides to have fun with him. He calls him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager - (Asks canteen boy): How much do you earn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen boy smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager - what are your future plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen boy keeps quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager - where do you see yourself 10 years down the line? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen boy gives a cold stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager - Jab mai Bangalore aaya tha tab mere paas bhi kuch nahi&lt;br /&gt;tha.... Aaj mere paas kya nahin hai... naam hai, shohrat hai, paisa &lt;br /&gt;hai.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumhare paas kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to find out his answer &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that he answered like Shashi Kapoor of Deewar ki "Mere paas&lt;br /&gt;Maa  hain"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Canteen boy - Sa'ab mere paas bahot kaam hai.... mera time waste mat&lt;br /&gt;karo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-104742909393919911?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/104742909393919911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=104742909393919911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/104742909393919911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/104742909393919911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6893236565737045810</id><published>2008-07-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:28:52.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vista'/><title type='text'>Vista Tutor</title><content type='html'>Vista tutor is available on http://www.tutorvista.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6893236565737045810?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6893236565737045810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6893236565737045810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6893236565737045810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6893236565737045810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/vista-tutor.html' title='Vista Tutor'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-8727185898995081391</id><published>2008-07-08T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:44:48.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdraw funds from ATM without having a Bank Account</title><content type='html'>ICICI Bank has launched a unique facility called smsNcash.  Under this, one can remit funds from an ICICI Bank account to a person who does not have any Bank account through the mobile channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ICICI Bank Saving Bank customer just needs to register for Mobile Banking and then can specify the beneficary’s mobile phone number (who may or may not be a bank customer) and the amount, subject to maximum of Rs. 10000 per day to a single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labnol.org/india/knowledge/withdraw-funds-from-atm-without-having-a-bank-account/3837/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-8727185898995081391?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8727185898995081391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=8727185898995081391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8727185898995081391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8727185898995081391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/withdraw-funds-from-atm-without-having.html' title='Withdraw funds from ATM without having a Bank Account'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-1097822326231888119</id><published>2008-07-04T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:12:06.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hike in Milk Price'/><title type='text'>After Hike in Milk Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Please Scroll down to see the result of rising Milk Price in INDIA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:36;"  &gt;After Hike in Milk Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SG4TnWWFzBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x-XYrr3bRPI/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SG4TnWWFzBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x-XYrr3bRPI/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219130584903044114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-1097822326231888119?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1097822326231888119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=1097822326231888119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1097822326231888119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1097822326231888119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-hike-in-milk-price.html' title='After Hike in Milk Price'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SG4TnWWFzBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x-XYrr3bRPI/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-7427756440868255648</id><published>2008-07-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:06:44.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Process of selecting a software bridegroom ....Enjoy reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div bg link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US" style="color:white;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;A conversation ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;t the process of selecting a software bridegroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Vidhya: hey!  what is the matter you have called up all of a sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya : do u remember that my parents gave my horoscope, to search for a suitable match, to many people? So many horoscopes of the groom has come.. in that 4-5 seems to match.. I don't know which one to select, I am confused because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Vidhya:  what is the confusion about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya: horoscopes of many software engineers have come. It seems now a days, the software guys are wanting to marry girls in the other field. That's  I why I don't know whom I must select among this. You are a software engineer na pls give me some suggestion .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;vidhya: not a problem at all. So tell me the position that each one holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;nithya: first is a manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;vidhya: manager?? Then he will showcast himself that he is busy always. But he will not do anything properly. He will get u 1 kg of rice and ask you to prepare for the whole area say a village. He will get you mutton and ask you to prepare chicken 65. Even if you protest telling you can't make it, he'll not accept. He will tell you to work hard day and night to prepare it. He will also tell he'll provide you with the night cab. Even if you ask how can I prepare chicken 65 out of it by sitting day and night he will not accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;nithya: ohh..so dangerous he is!! Then I must escape. Next is a test engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;vidhya: he is more dangerous than the other person. Whatever you do he will correctly tell only the fault in it. Even if you try to surprise him with 10 variety of food, he will tell the item which does not have salt in it. If you ask him "will you not at least tell that it is good", he will reply back saying it is your duty to make it good so why must I tell that. He is sooo good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya: then a NO to him also. Next is the performance test engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;vidhya: he is another specimen.. even if everything is good, he will ask why did it take this much time. If you take 10 minutes to make a coffee, he will question you asking why you have taken 10 min for a coffee which can be done within 5 min. Even if you say that he is talking about the instant coffee while you have made the filter coffee, he will not accept. The same will be with all the work you do. You must not think about this person if you want to do make up in your life !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya: then! you mean to say that we should not marry software guys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Vidhya: who said like that?? In software there is one more group. They are called the developers group. How much ever you hit them they will bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya: then tell about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Vidhya: you don't have to do anything. They will do everything themselves. If we sit back and just boost them it is enough. But the problem with them is- they will say "I  know it" whatever you ask them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Even that is ok. They will bear how much ever you hit them but the condition is you must keep saying "you are too good" after hitting them every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Nithya: this is superb. Then we must search for this kind of a groom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------  :)&lt;/p&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/7077111258081787330-7427756440868255648?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7427756440868255648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=7427756440868255648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7427756440868255648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7427756440868255648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/process-of-selecting-software.html' title='Process of selecting a software bridegroom ....Enjoy reading'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6027083650209739798</id><published>2008-07-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:12:06.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t call me bhaiya'/><title type='text'>Dont call me bhaiya....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SGzHFP01QVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ohJIeIHcJwM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SGzHFP01QVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ohJIeIHcJwM/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218764961176961362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very good photos i got in my inbox today.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6027083650209739798?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6027083650209739798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6027083650209739798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6027083650209739798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6027083650209739798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-call-me-bhaiya.html' title='Dont call me bhaiya....!!'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SGzHFP01QVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ohJIeIHcJwM/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2856203860910245416</id><published>2008-06-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:18:19.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shayari'/><title type='text'>Time for Shayari</title><content type='html'>Some shayaris ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai meri zindagi yu mujhse daga na kar, Use bhul kar zinda rahu ye dua na kar, Koi dekhta hai use to hoti hai taqleef, Ai hawa tu bhi use chua na kar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karte Rahe Intezaar Har Ghari, A Dil Humne Ye Kaya Kho Diya Uth Gaya Yakeen Wafa Se, Jaane Tumne Wo Waada Kyon Kiya Suraj Nei Hansna Aur Taaron Nei Muskuranaa Chhor Diya Aag Thee Dil Mei Mohabaat Ki, Usney Bee Ab Jalna Chhod Diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din Tere Khayal Mein Gujar Jata Hai, Raat Ko Bhi Khayal Tera He Aata Hai. Kabhi Ye Khayal Is Tarah Bad Jaata Hai Ki Aaine Mein Bhi Tera Chehra Nazar Aata Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itna Kuch Khoya Ki Hume Paana Na Aaya, Pyar Kiya To Jatana Na Aaya. Aa Gaye Is Dil Mein Pehli Hi Nazar Mein Who, Kasoor Humara Tha Jo Hume Unke Dil Mein Samana Na Aaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youn Badi Der Se Paimaana Liye Betha Hu, Koi Dekhe To Ye Samjhe K Piye Betha Hu.... Zindagi Bhar K Liye Ruth K Jaane Wale, Mein Abhi Tak Teri Tasveer Liye Bhetha Hu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafa Karne Ka Wada To Hum Bhi Naa Kar Paayenge, Magar Yeh Jaroor Kahte Hai Ki Bewfai Naa Hogi Humse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice na... I got them in mails... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7077111258081787330-2856203860910245416?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2856203860910245416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2856203860910245416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2856203860910245416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2856203860910245416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-shayari.html' title='Time for Shayari'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-172174255681115579</id><published>2008-06-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:43:34.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabhi Bewdon ko samarpit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;Sabhi Bewdon ko samarpit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Bar main daily jaata Hoon Main Maa ...&lt;br /&gt;Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Daru peekar roz aata hun Main Maa ....&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hai Pata, Hain Na Maa...&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hai Pata, Meri Maa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theke pe Yun Na Chhoro Mujhe ,&lt;br /&gt;Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Main Maa...&lt;br /&gt;Pau lene Bhej Na Itna Door Mujko Tu,&lt;br /&gt;Ghar bhi bhool jaun main Maa...&lt;br /&gt;Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa...&lt;br /&gt;Kya Itna Bura...Meri Maa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotch main ,itna peeta nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Peg Se Seham Jaata Hoon Main Maa&lt;br /&gt;Chehre Pe Aane Deta Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Lekin kabhi ludak jaata Hoon Main Maa&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hai Pata...Hai Naa Maa&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Sab Hai Pata, Meri Maa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-172174255681115579?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/172174255681115579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=172174255681115579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/172174255681115579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/172174255681115579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/sabhi-bewdon-ko-samarpit.html' title='Sabhi Bewdon ko samarpit...'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-1524161947776557628</id><published>2008-06-10T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:18:37.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chetan bhagat'/><title type='text'>Chetan Bhagat</title><content type='html'>Chetan bhagat is really a good writer. He is the author of 3 books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Five point someone.&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 Night at Call center.&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 mistakes of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if you guys like novel, read this books you will surely enjoy it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-1524161947776557628?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/1524161947776557628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=1524161947776557628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1524161947776557628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/1524161947776557628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/chetan-bhagat.html' title='Chetan Bhagat'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6501787700928220043</id><published>2008-06-05T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:18:56.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picsquare'/><title type='text'>PicSquare</title><content type='html'>I has used picsquare service for the first time and i am very much satisfied. I ordered them for digital print of my photos &amp; within 4 working days i got the photos at my mailing address. The quality of photos is awesome. They are only charging Rs. 2.99 per print of 4x6. The payment process is also easy. Even you can get a Mug with your photos , calender created by using your photos. Really very good service they are providing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.picsquare.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6501787700928220043?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6501787700928220043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6501787700928220043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6501787700928220043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6501787700928220043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/picsquare.html' title='PicSquare'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-8823164606511278922</id><published>2008-06-02T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:19:37.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hansa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prafull'/><title type='text'>Hansa Prafull Talk</title><content type='html'>Khichadi is another serial which i loves to watch. Hansa &amp;amp; Praful are my fav. characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some hansa praful talk, actually this talk was forward to me on email through a friend ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECIDE&lt;br /&gt;Hansa   :   Pradul "Decide" matlab ?&lt;br /&gt;Praful  : "Decide" Hansa ... vo Casettee player mein hum casettee nahi dalte usme hota hai na ... "A side" -- "B side" ... to "C-side" ... "D- side" ---&gt; "Decide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature&lt;br /&gt;Hansa : Mature matlab ????&lt;br /&gt;praful: jab apna mahesh...chori karte hue pakda gaya tha.. tab usne kya kaha tha ?????&lt;br /&gt;hansa: usne kaha tha.. mujhe chodd do.. "MAIN CHOR NAHI HOON"&lt;br /&gt;main chor ...main chor....mature...acha acha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alphabet&lt;br /&gt;hansa:   praful  alphabet matlab&lt;br /&gt;praful: alphabet hansa,local train mein safar karte hoye maasi jaise hi koi seat khali dekhti hai to wo apni beti alpha se kya kehti hai?&lt;br /&gt;hansa:  alpha beth seat pe,alpha beth,acha toh yeh alphabet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asset&lt;br /&gt;Hansa : Prafulll "Asset" matlab ???&lt;br /&gt;Praful : Asset Hansaaa ....&lt;br /&gt;Jab hum gaadi mein jaate hai and jab gaadi signal par rukti hai .... taab vo bhikari log aa kar kya bolte hai ...&lt;br /&gt;"Aee Seth... thoda paisa do naa" ... "Eee Sethh ... " ... Asset ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depend&lt;br /&gt;Hansa : Yeh Depend kya hota hai Prafful??&lt;br /&gt;Prafful : Depend Hansa... wo Swimming Pool mein ek taraf to paani kam gehra hota hai, aur dusri side zyada gehra... Deep-End.. Depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOURNAMENT&lt;br /&gt;HANSA:- ae he he PRAFUL, TOURNAMENT MATLAB&lt;br /&gt;PRAFUL:- TOURNAMENT HANSA!!! YE JO TUMNE JHUMKE PEHNE HAIN, GEHNE PEHNE HAIN INKO ENGLISH ME KYA KEHTE HAIN, BOLO BOLO!!&lt;br /&gt;HANSA:- AAA HAN HAN TOURNAMENT, (HANSA KHUSH)&lt;br /&gt;MELISA:-(CHIDH KAR)ARE USE TOURNAMENT NAHI ORNAMENT KEHTE HAIN&lt;br /&gt;HANSA:- ARE KUCHH BHI MAT BOLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK JHHUMKA -- ORNAMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO JHHUMKE -- TWO ORNAMENT# #TOURNAMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AE PRAFUL!! YE MELISA KO BHI BABUJI KI TARAH KUCHH BHI NAHI ATAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansa: Praful elastic matlab??&lt;br /&gt;Praful: Elastic Hansa..&lt;br /&gt;apni voh  Shradha ben unki beti ila ...&lt;br /&gt;usko jab fracture hua tha to voh kya leke chalti thi??&lt;br /&gt;Hansa : Ila to...&lt;br /&gt;Ila-stick leke ...&lt;br /&gt;Ila-stick !! Ila-stick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-8823164606511278922?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8823164606511278922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=8823164606511278922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8823164606511278922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8823164606511278922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/khichadi-is-another-serial-which-i.html' title='Hansa Prafull Talk'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-6302865604370487522</id><published>2008-06-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:20:07.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarabhai v/s sarabhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roshesh sarabhai'/><title type='text'>Sarabhai V/S sarabhai</title><content type='html'>Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai is my Favorite serial.. all the characters of this serial is awesome..&lt;br /&gt;Monisha Sarabhai,  Maya Sarabhai, Rosesh Sarabhai, Sahil Sarabhai, Indravardhan Sarabhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some good peoms of Rosesh Sarabhai.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Best one according to me is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Momaa ka purse jaise hospital ki koi nurse&lt;br /&gt;purse mein rakha tissue paper karta hai paseene ka ilaaj&lt;br /&gt;aur lipstick ho jaise bhookhe honton ka anaaj&lt;br /&gt;momaa ke purse ka hai makhmali sa sparsh&lt;br /&gt;momaa ka purse "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Common Man Ko Mili He Pari&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Chiku Ke saath Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Aage Aage Mummy Aur Piche Piche Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Ho Tom And Jerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-6302865604370487522?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/6302865604370487522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=6302865604370487522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6302865604370487522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/6302865604370487522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarabhai-vs-sarabhai.html' title='Sarabhai V/S sarabhai'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-8676780776304253670</id><published>2007-09-23T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:06:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India v/s Australia</title><content type='html'>What a match it was !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a Powerfull stroke played by Yuvi again australia. &amp;amp; what a nice bowling by Shrisanth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a enjoyable &amp;amp; i was feeling butterfly in stomach on every ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a caption dhoni is performing very well. He is really a cool person. The main thing he is doing some new experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhajii has taken wicket of Symonds was turning point of math i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really good going INDIA !! Keep it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Of Luck for final. I think we will surely bring this twenty20 world cup trophy at India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak De India !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-8676780776304253670?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/8676780776304253670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=8676780776304253670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8676780776304253670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/8676780776304253670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2007/09/india-vs-australia.html' title='India v/s Australia'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-7885786471560306304</id><published>2007-09-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:20:41.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TImepass'/><title type='text'>Favourite Timepass</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what most of peoples do when they r free ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading,&lt;br /&gt;Talking... (Mostly Ladies .... ... Dont angry just kidding )&lt;br /&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Movies,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping (Most favourite),&lt;br /&gt;talking with girlfriend [:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-7885786471560306304?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/7885786471560306304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=7885786471560306304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7885786471560306304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/7885786471560306304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2007/09/favourite-timepass.html' title='Favourite Timepass'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077111258081787330.post-2338280309390307881</id><published>2007-09-21T04:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T04:59:19.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my web blog. I will be posting about all non-sense.... Just kidding man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep visiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077111258081787330-2338280309390307881?l=nareshgurbani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/feeds/2338280309390307881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077111258081787330&amp;postID=2338280309390307881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2338280309390307881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077111258081787330/posts/default/2338280309390307881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nareshgurbani.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Naresh Gurbani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097110235291595508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKtviC5Lui4/SOoeW5RYnCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jxbzyvL3sPQ/S220/DSC00127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
