tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24200967353230893442024-03-07T20:39:53.529-08:00Words..kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-84843054601503399212010-10-15T08:39:00.000-07:002010-10-15T08:56:30.303-07:00The Departure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TLh4F43suFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u6tZ-CoUKII/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TLh4F43suFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u6tZ-CoUKII/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528300585157965906" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I never wanted to see you cry..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I never wanted you to shed a tear..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But i had to leave...and this u have to understnd..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I cant b there for you forever...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My love</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Please dont get me wrong..u always will have my heart..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You always will have my soul..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I just cant live without you..but u see i have to go..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have to leave right now..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Please dont cry..make me strong...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My love..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have spend my entire life with your love</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >and now when its time for me to leave..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I know u will b sad...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But i just wanna see u smile..n allow me..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I never wanted to see u cry...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But i have to go...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My love</span></span></span></div>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-42714481379767614102010-09-06T10:35:00.001-07:002010-09-06T11:14:56.547-07:00Celebrating pain!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TIUulKykcKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l-42VVFt9gQ/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TIUulKykcKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l-42VVFt9gQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513864534871535778" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My life has always been so eventful, since childhood...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">From the pain to the struggle of love...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">everyone experiences these things but in different ways. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But till now i never saw my pain through the eyes of others, its more painful to see myself in trouble when i look at it from others' point of view....ouch! it hurts alot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Life has been a roller coaster ride for me, but i never imagined it to hit the bottom so badly.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Friends have to always been good to me. Mostly they were my only hope to survive. Friends have loved me more than my family.ALWAYS. My school friends are still the best people i have around. Over years i have got along with many many people and many became my best friends too! but until now no one, none of my friend hurted me to such an extent! Infact no one was so close to hurt me like this.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">People i trust, are mostly the people who hurts me alot. People i never give chance to, are mostly the best people in my life.Strange, but so true.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And i am so surprised to see who my real friends are.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Love-the strangest feeling of the world! Love only comes from someone who will always be there no matter what.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">There is nothing more stronger that loving someone and feeling the warmth of love.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Even though the pain and disappointment you feel is greater than the love itself its still worth its try.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If life was measured by accomplishments, most of us would die in infancy. Overall life is worth a try, as its only once we live.. so love, pain, struggle, learn, teach and help. That is the best thing that we can do in our life. Experience. And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the moments that takes our breath away...;)</span></span></div>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-19731630150411199402010-09-06T08:33:00.001-07:002010-09-06T08:42:51.817-07:00Disappointment..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TIUJ71lnhdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mGR7KE3Yz38/s1600/39913_434275633183_749693183_4885964_2330193_a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/TIUJ71lnhdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mGR7KE3Yz38/s320/39913_434275633183_749693183_4885964_2330193_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513824242386830802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#000099;"><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Disappointment crushes us</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">When we're already at our worst...</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">It knocks us off our feet</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">How small! yet how it makes us creep!!</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Disappointment stabs our heart </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">The one's we love most</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">in our lives stabs it until it bleeds</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">No matter how small, yet it makes us creep!!</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">The cold breezy night</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">takes away the sunshine of hope..</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">and leave us disappointed</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">with nothing to cope...</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">When only the dear ones hurt</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">it dosnt make any noise,</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">the heart when breaks </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">it leaves no hope..</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Disappointment take us down to bottom rock...</span></span></span></p></span><p></p></span><p></p></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-78984084710061863272010-02-26T11:08:00.000-08:002010-02-26T11:25:48.763-08:00Something unsaid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/S4ge246C7hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KmBSWfKYKks/s1600-h/1224828608.txt"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/S4ge246C7hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KmBSWfKYKks/s320/1224828608.txt" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442634078014860818" /></a><br />I have spent many sleepless nights....<div>sometimes thinking...at times wondering what to do..</div><div>thinking of you wasn't a good job everytime...</div><div>it has made me cry more often..thn it could make me smile..</div><div>just a day or say almost 2 hours with u and after that i never got to see you again..</div><div>few more hours over phone and suddenly one day the phone never rang!!</div><div><br /></div><div>why? where? when?? </div><div>u got lost</div><div>Nobody knows...</div><div><br /></div><div>I waited for you every second, every minute which turned into hours, days and months..</div><div>but there was no reply, not even a sound wen even one whisper cud have done...</div><div>Dont know where u got Lost!</div><div>why u left me alone..</div><div>Still wondering what happened along...</div><div><br /></div><div>Even after so many months have passed, i dont know why u went away like that...</div><div>what urged you to leave me in the middle of the road...</div><div><br /></div><div>you would never know how much it hurted me..</div><div>for every single second that i spent with your thoughts...</div><div><br /></div><div>every morning i got up, i wanted to know about you...</div><div>but there was no sign of yours..</div><div><br /></div><div>every afternoon i had my lunch..</div><div>i thought to ask you if you had yours...</div><div><br /></div><div>every evening i left my office, </div><div>i thought to call you..</div><div>but it was never an effort of yours...</div><div><br /></div><div>u would never know how i madly wanted you in my life & how badly i longed for you...</div><div><br /></div><div>But at last, i was glad that you were gone..</div><div>but this ws just to realise </div><div>when you again turned up in my life...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to be continued.....</span></div>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-34245467090481466042010-01-28T10:38:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:05:33.707-07:00MY SCHOOL COOL DAYS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/S2HcT1TvgfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QqdMYSjUHe0/s1600-h/circle+of+friends.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/S2HcT1TvgfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QqdMYSjUHe0/s320/circle+of+friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431864858871038450" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:28pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">MY SCHOOL DAYS</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:28pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> By Kanu priya</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:28pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those school days, who can forget, one goal achieved another set.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That childhood behavior, those funky pranks, kabhi irritating others to kabhi getting ranks.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That laughing n chatting about all that is new, sometimes about pipe, sometimes about dew.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Many a times keeping each other stupid names n always playing those foolish games.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Burning mid night oil with those silent tears,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Each time studying harder at the end of the years.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those masti with friends, those disturbing trends.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Sometimes life looks running slow n steady, sometimes fast, always in class uttering altu, faltu n bakwaas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Talking about kangaroo’s cells, kabhi putting ink on each other, kabhi gel.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those having crushes on pals, those pinches n slaps that long n loving chats.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That getting kicked out of class,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those struggles for marks.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That writing on desk, those fighting with friends’ n making a mess.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those late night talks, those ajeeb n funny walks.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those birthday bumps, sweetest moments, those folic n funs.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That taking pangas with teacher every time,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That giggling at them n makes their faces RED all the while.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That singing songs in the classes, that getting scolding from bigger masses (teachers).</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those folly actins n nostalgic styles, kabhi preparing project kabhi files.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those kiddies fights for Pepsi n chocolates,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Sometimes discussing of past, sometimes about mates.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Calling boys as jiju’s n girls as bhabhis’,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those funny comments about barat n shadis’.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Making Baneet pair Jitu n getting Mamta, in between saying ‘me too’.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those tear for friends’ n love, sometimes getting out of mind kabhi getting into nerves.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">That immense care for dudes, sometimes getting funny, sometimes rude.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Those foolish comments for my terrorist gang,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">And in class for music n masti like sing n sang.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> All stupid things we did n say,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">To be remembered when we are away.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">We had being together in god time’s n bad</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">N with a smile made each other glad.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">What could be nicer that seeing n being with u</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">And just talking awhile, fondly recalling our memories too,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">And though we are apart,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">J know I’ll always be in </span></span><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">ur</span></span><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> heart.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I know it’s scary to know n believing it too,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">But thank goodness for such a stupid friends,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Friends just like “U”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">After this separation I gonna miss u all</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">N say u </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">“MISS ME TOO”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">“MISS ME TOO”.</span></span></div></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-62721632853384853112009-12-18T23:25:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:06:11.628-07:00i reject to live widout love....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyyCTUSc4lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2OVzg159YDw/s1600-h/1257696053redrose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyyCTUSc4lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2OVzg159YDw/s400/1257696053redrose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416847720195088978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">love is wen u r too confused abt watevr z happening around n still u feel happy wid such confusion....<br />love is wen u promise urself nt to call him/her n waits for his/her call d whole day...<br />love is wen he calls n u pretend to b busy wid other wrk but dnt wish to disconnect d call for hours....<br />love is wen d world looks all d more beautiful just wid his/her presence..<br />love is wen every mrng u wake up wid his/her drmz all night...<br />love is wen u sleep wid his/her thoughts in ur mind..<br />love is wen u love d world arnd..love is wen everything is musical...<br />love is wen u love every sound...<br />i feel so much in love...<br />n i reject to live widout love...i reject to live wid out Ur love...</span></b></span></span></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-41130920283622546112009-12-18T22:59:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:06:44.387-07:00Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/Syx-bWCUWeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qY2hafAlx30/s1600-h/friendship195.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/Syx-bWCUWeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qY2hafAlx30/s400/friendship195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416843460056734178" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;">Friends are dustbins, in which we throw all our secrets.<br />Friends are horrible, they always force us..... to do better....<br />Friends are liars ,they lie for our benefits.<br />Friends are mathematicians, as they slove all our problems.<br />Friends are always crying , but they cry with us.. in our sorrows.<br />Friends always hate ,they hate our enemies.<br />A friend is always happy himself ,but only for u.<br />A friend is disgusting, he always stops u but....only on doing bad things.<br />A friend is someone on whom we can relay.<br />A friend is honest,A friend is true, A friend is loving........!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;">A friend just like ????????..................</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;"><wbr></span></span></b></span><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;">...you!</span></span></b></span><br /></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-89572926075813539972009-12-13T08:01:00.000-08:002009-12-13T08:01:24.290-08:00Words..: i want someone like...<a href="http://kanupriyasaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-someone-like.html">Words..: i want someone like...</a>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-40437548794202545052009-12-13T07:53:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:07:29.347-07:00i want someone like...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyUPExTdaEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NDGJ5rKFD4o/s1600-h/51124.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyUPExTdaEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NDGJ5rKFD4o/s400/51124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750701611739202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCFFFF;">i dont want a guy who calls me beautiful, when im looking my best...<br />i want a guy who calls me beautiful, when im at my worst...<br /><br />i dont want a guy who walks with me, when the world is running after me..<br />i want a guy who RUNS with me, when the world is running against me...<br /><br />i dont want a guy who stays with me, when i need him..<br />i want a guy who stays with me, when i ask him to leave me alone...<br /><br />i dont want a guy, who ask me for reasons...<br />i want a guy who just understands...<br /><br />i dont want a guy, who just confronts me from all odds..<br />i want a guy who knocks off the bastard who tries to bother me...<br /><br />i dont want a guy, who just loves me like mad..<br />i want a guy, who madly loves me n still can be himself...<br /><br />i dont want a guy who bothers me for everything..<br />i want a guy who annoy the hell outta me and still makes me fall for him...<br /><br />i dont want a guy, who is interested in whatever i do..<br />i want a guy, who keeps me interested in everything i like to do...<br /><br />i dont want a guy, who steal private moments and says- " you are mine"..<br />i want a guy, who can hold my hand in public and shout uncontrollably saying- "look she is mine"...</span></span></span></b></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-31473465101671943172009-12-13T06:29:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:09:59.470-07:00The Separation....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyT9kXDYT9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/d-O2yCyjyUE/s1600-h/separation-sm.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyT9kXDYT9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/d-O2yCyjyUE/s400/separation-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414731453111488466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">And thn again he said,<br />Before I cud rest and unpack..<br />He asked me to go away,<br />Before I cud ask him to stay….<br />He asked me to go away…<br /><br />And there I stood with my mouth shut,<br />Wondering wat he said with all his guts….<br /><br />I had so much in my heart to share with him..<br />But he neglected everything….<br />And before I cud Start with my grief and pain,<br />He asked me to leave again….<br /><br />Wish I cud explain him in words..<br />Wat all he means to me,<br />My hero, my sweetheart...an angel to me…<br /><br />He hid his feeling with a fake smile,<br />& thought that I wont be able to read his eyes…<br /><br />And As I gathered my stuff to leave,<br />He had nothing to say…..<br />As I reached the door and turned to wave..<br />He stood there with no expression on his face…<br />Not a single tear,<br />Without any pain…<br />Damn!!! And he is d guy I madly love…<br />Who didn’t even hug before bidding goodbye…<br /><br />And before I cud say “I ll miss you”…<br />A tear rolled down my check..<br />I was silent & he was without any speech…<br /><br />Finally without saying anything I turned my back….<br />And As I ws walking away…I heard a voice….<br />Wait!!!! Is it him calling my name????<br /><br />But the answer was NO,<br />As I tired to look back, he was nowhere…<br />It ws all my illusion & my deep love for him…<br /><br />Just once I wish he calls me back..<br />But I guess there is nothing left….<br />To count upon or to wait for…<br /><br />Now I have miles to go…<br />Somewhere far away from him…<br />Now d battle is within me,<br />Between all d sweet memories & this pathetic phase…<br /><br />Wish sumday u realise<br />Wat u mean to me…<br />My life, my love...My honey bee…<br /><br />How will u manage everything without me..???<br />Without u it will surely be impossible for me…<br /><br />Sumday……just sumday…<br />Hope u understand my love for u…<br />A love so deep, so sweet..<br />So innocent, so true….<br /><br />I will wait all my life..<br />Just for u..<br />Just for u..<br />Just for u..<br /><br />Words fall short to express,<br />All tht lov I harbour in my heart…<br />I cant help myself from falling apart…<br /><br />U are my life…<br />& now my life is gone…<br />now only d corpse is left and d soul has gone…<br /><br />Wish u cud just once understand…<br />Wat All u mean to me….<br />My love, my life & just everything to me…..<br />everything to me.......</span></span></span></b></span>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420096735323089344.post-60515365389085129152009-12-12T07:48:00.000-08:002010-07-21T09:12:52.825-07:00My first post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyPLiI3iOhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1m4Aw9qcNx0/s1600-h/words.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6pbvFuU8fE/SyPLiI3iOhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1m4Aw9qcNx0/s320/words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414394964385872402" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">Alright!! So this is my first post.. a brief intro about me.. </span></span></b></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">I am 21 now and have been through alot of troubles since my childhood. life has been a great experience for me since i passed out my school. i had a passion about writing poems and short stories which now i want to take up as my profession. </span></span></b></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">How just little things and smalls hints change your directions and paths??? right...</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"> I took up writing to express all my thoughts and feelings to people and now i think i am quite good at expressing myself for everything with almost everyone. I was in 8th grade when i started writing quotes, in hindi to be precise. I got this motivation from one of my friend who wrote a cute love letter to his girlfriend expressing all his feelings. There on, i started writing many quotes, poems and short stories. But to my disappointment i lost my diaries in which i wrote everything, all those stuff from my 8th to 12th standard.</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"> But again after so many years when i started working with a publishing house i got inspired to write again and managed to compile few poems. After which I decided to take up Writing as a profession and somehow will publish my own book soon.</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"> As of now, I am looking for some exposure in this field and apart from my professional life, my personal life is also sailing smoothly these days. I enjoy with my best friends and love to hang around with them. I know i must be sounding too kiddish right now, but that is how I am.Life wasnt easy ever for me. I have found great friends n lost them. It was seriously so god damn difficult to manage things after that. But thanks to all my lovely friends i have now who supported me through every thick n thin and made me so strong that i finally made myself overcome everything.</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"> Life has been a total roller coaster ride after school. oh! i forgot to mention about my school. School has been the most important, full of fun and adventurous part of my life. I so miss my school badly. I am in touch with almost all good Friends of mine of that time. School days were the best days of my life. Ever since then life has just moved on... showing the best and worst moments of time.</span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><br /></span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">Time has changed me alot, dont know for good or bad..but it has. I am now a complete new person, maybe people like or they dont, but it doesnt matter at all. As life will go on with or without people. </span></span></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><br /></span></span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">But one thing is for sure, i will always be accompanied by my friends, who were there with me in every ups and downs. Life will turn out to be better some day for sure, till then i will enjoy it in my own way...hoping for the best and expecting nothing in return. Someday it will surely turn as per me...till then i will Wait... </span></span></b></i></span></span></div></div>kanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314586998218300450noreply@blogger.com12