<?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-20129829</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:38:34.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems from the Heart - Dilse</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-827519975073035304</id><published>2009-05-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:30:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Vs Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;After having failed his exam in "Logistics and Organization", a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student: &lt;/span&gt;"Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt; "Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; "Great, well then I would like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as it is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an "A" for the exam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor:&lt;/span&gt; "Okay, it`s a deal. So what is the question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; "What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?"&lt;br /&gt;Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an "A", as agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.&lt;br /&gt;He immediately answers: "Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman that is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife`s lover an "A", although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-827519975073035304?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/827519975073035304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=827519975073035304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/827519975073035304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/827519975073035304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/student-vs-professor.html' title='Student Vs Professor'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-2387662891799375516</id><published>2008-08-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:33:38.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Teri doli uthi, Meri mayyat uthi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Phool tujh par bhi barse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Phool mujh par bhi barse,&lt;br /&gt;FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,&lt;br /&gt;Tu saj gayi, Mujhe sajaya gaya , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Tu bhi ghar ko chali, Main bi ghar ko chala,&lt;br /&gt;FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,&lt;br /&gt;Tu uth ke gayi, Mujhe uthaya gaya , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mehfil wahan bhi thi, Log yahan bhi the,&lt;br /&gt;FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,&lt;br /&gt;Unka hasna wahan, Inka rona yahan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Qazi udhar bhi tha, Molvi idhar bhi tha,&lt;br /&gt;Do bol tere pade, Do bol mere pade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Tera nikah pada, Mera janaaza pada,&lt;br /&gt;FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe apnaya gaya , Mujhe dafnaya gaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-2387662891799375516?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2387662891799375516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=2387662891799375516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/2387662891799375516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/2387662891799375516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2008/08/doli.html' title='Doli'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-7545889387698380309</id><published>2007-12-23T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:45:19.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;Most lipstick contains fish scales. (Attention vegetarian women)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&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/20129829-7545889387698380309?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7545889387698380309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=7545889387698380309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/7545889387698380309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/7545889387698380309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/12/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-8321813075594900211</id><published>2007-10-26T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:33:47.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dard - Dil Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sab se chupa kar dard jo wo muskuara dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uski hansi ne toh aaj mujh ko rula dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lehjay se uth rahi thi har ik dard ki dastan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chehra bata raha tha sub kuch ganwa dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awaz mein thehrao tha ankhon mein nami thi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aur keh raha tha k mein ne sab kuch bhula diya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Khud bhi woh hum say bichar k adhoore se ho gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mujh ko bhi itnay logon mein tanha bana dia.....&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/20129829-8321813075594900211?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/8321813075594900211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=8321813075594900211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/8321813075594900211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/8321813075594900211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/10/dard-dil-se.html' title='Dard - Dil Se'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-6309404314546398078</id><published>2007-09-15T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:18:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husbands vs Wifes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For Would-Be Grooms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rule.No.1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Never compare your mamma's cooking with your wife's! There is no faster way to dig your own grave than that! Please understand that your mom's cooking has the backing of 20 odd years of experience....don't expect that from your wife whose hardly into the process! What if she were to compare your earning capacity with her dad's!!! So shshshhhhh....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rule.No.2 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never go out of your way to please the lady with flowers, chocolates and gifts during your engagement period. If ever you do , please follow it up post-wedding too! When you could cover 20kms in 15 minutes when you are engaged just to spend some time with her, how dare you forget her birthday post - marriage, even after you are given the broadest of hints by her! Remember expectations always double...ever heard of them being halved ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rule.No.3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do compliment her every now and then, verbally or with gifts! What are those lovely Teddies and Archies gift cards for? Don't sit there like the Lord Of The Rings expecting to be waited upon! Of course she will do it but everyone likes to be appreciated and pampered!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rule.No.4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is very important! Sulking or complaining about marriage being a big mistake is a strict NO -NO !! You got into it with your eyes wide open, brimming with enthusiasm !! No one ever pushed you into it! So why this drama now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rule.No.5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be Brave and take your own decisions and stand up by them !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Consult your parents for advice but realise that you are grown up enough to lead your life! Respect your partner's views at all times! Remember she has given up a lot more to make a life with you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Would-be Brides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't expect too much from him. Less the expectations lesser the disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever dare to plan any outing or movie on a day when there is an interesting cricket match going on. REMEMBER SPORTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;read  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is more important to him than anything else. U spoil his day n He spoils urs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Over Emotions, Sentiments... Woha... What are these? Tears are not going to give any results either. It's just a temp. attention tht u get. No one likes Cry Babies m Whining Wifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;Never dare to cross with his mother.Even if he says "My Mom's cooking is the best. U are nothing in front of her." take it easily with a smile. Tell him tht u are learning from his mother and will try to do it better. U are not gonna lose anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Try to know his friends and understand that they are also part of his world.Allow him to spend few weekends or occasional night out parties with his friends.But at the same time make sure that u get u r due importance! It must not be tht he roams arnd with his friends forgetting that you exist at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Don't start fighting for silly things.Forgetting bthdays n Anniversaries is not a big mistake. Men are not blessed with 2 GB RAM for storing everything in main memory.If you are very particular abt present gifts n parties on u r bthdays n anniversaries.make sure u remind them well in advance by some means (I know it sounds stupid. But if u are so particular,Do it for u r own good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 . &lt;/span&gt;Take him for your shopping only if he's interested.If you are going for Window Shopping or for saree purchase,Better go with your friends/go alone.He is better at office/home watching cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;Give him importance always. Show due care and affection.Tht 's the only way to win a guy's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/read&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-6309404314546398078?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/6309404314546398078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=6309404314546398078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/6309404314546398078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/6309404314546398078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/09/husbands-vs-wifes.html' title='Husbands vs Wifes'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-5562686512404820530</id><published>2007-07-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:39:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss - Employee's reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arz kiya hai.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office may Kaam hote hain...&lt;br /&gt;Galtiyon ka sama hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Aise mausam mein hi to PERFORMANCE jawan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki khunnas BOSS jabaan se nahi kehte...&lt;br /&gt;Ye fasana to appraisal mein bayan hota hai.... J J J .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee's reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arz kiya hai.........&lt;br /&gt;Appraisal hote hain...&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment ka sama hota hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aise mausam mein hi to Attrition jawan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki khunnas HUM jabaan se nahi kehte...&lt;br /&gt;Ye fasana to resignation se bayan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;(Wah wah .... wah wah .... wah wah ...)&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/20129829-5562686512404820530?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5562686512404820530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=5562686512404820530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/5562686512404820530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/5562686512404820530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/07/boss-arz-kiya-hai.html' title='Boss - Employee&apos;s reply'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-1604877669942103431</id><published>2007-07-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:26:53.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERA APPRAISAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Appraisal ke naam par ek lambi aah bharte hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chaliye ab hum is "dukhad" kahani ki shuruat karte hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hamehsa ki tarah 10 baje thumakte hue office aaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 baje tak nashta kiya aur barah baje tak mail hi padh paya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hamesha ki tarah aaj bhi mujhe alas aa raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aur mera PM mujhe tirchi nigaho se dekh-dekh gussa raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main bade concentration ke sath ek "Careful" mail padh raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tabhi dekha mere PM ke naam ka naya mail kone main blink kar raha tha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;phir koi traini n g attend karni hogi, ye kya bakwas hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kya reply main  likh dun ki mere mailbox ka upwas hai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maine aankhen band ki aur 10 bar "om" "om" bola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aur pranam karte hue maine wo mail khola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PM ke is s  mail main ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur bholapan hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;likha hai bhaiyon appraisal letters aa gaye,ab to one-to-one hai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mann  main aise bure bure khayal aa rahe the,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;upar se kuch log mere "de-appraisal" ki gandi affvah uda rahe the,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PM ko letter laate dekh har koi use dekhta jata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jaise mallika ke kisi naye gane ko dekha jata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;akhir wo waqt aaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PM ne ek ek kar sabko ander bulaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jo bhi ander jata hansta hua jata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jo bahar  aata , murjhaya hua aata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bahar aa kar insaan sambhal bhi nahi pata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ki "kitna hua kitna mila" har koi uspe toot jata hai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kisi ek ko appraisal main 2000 rupaye mile the, main uski hansi uda raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tabhi maine dekha mera PM ishare se mujhe  ander bula raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main confidence se utha aur age kadam badhaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tabhi meri belt ka buckle toot ke nikal aya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meri halat to abhi se hi buri ho gayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sala izzat utarna to yahi se shuru ho gayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main ander pahuncha aur PM ne mujhe bithaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;usne mera letter padha aur wo hansi rok na paya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woh  itna hansa ki usse ansu aa gaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kya  mere appraisal digits usse itne bha gaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jaise hi usne appraisal letter meri taraf badhaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meri ankhon ke age ghanghor andhera chaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mujhe laga jaise meri dil ki deewar ko kisi ne gobar se pota hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are yaar "bees rupaye" ? ye bhi koi increment hota hai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ye software indusrty hai akhada nahi hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ye "SALARY INCREMENT" hai , Dadar ane-jane ka bhada nahi hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meri charon taraf kali ghata chayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tabhi mere PM ki soothing awaz ayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tum soch rahe hoge ke company mgmt ka dimag phir gaya hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;par beta hum kya karen , dollar ka bhav 2 rupaye jo gir gaya hai ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;par phir bhi mujhe lagta hai, ye letter fake hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mujhe to lagta hai ye printing mistake hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tum HR main jao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aur ye confirm  karke ao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bhai HR main jane ke liye taiyyar hona padta hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wahi to aisi jagah  hai jahan sunder ladkiyon se pala padta hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shitt!! jahan "Renuka " baithi hai, aaj whan baitha "Aftab" hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main samajh gaya beta, aaj apna badluck hi kharab hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;usne mera letter khola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aur khush ho ke bola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wo bola sir aap ke liye khushkhabri hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aap ke letter ne "Printing mistake" pakdi hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maine kaha boss ab der na lagayen ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aur mujhe mera actual amount batayen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry sir ye mistake just by accident hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bees rupaye nahi , do rupaye aap ka increment hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main kya karun aap ko ye batete hue mera dil ro raha hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;par kya karen dollar ka bhav bhi to kam ho raha hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main bas wahan khada tha ,kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mujhse zyada increment to security wala pa raha tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maine khud ko sambhala, khud ko uthaya ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main lauta aur seedhe PM ke pass aya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main seedha uske cabin gaya aur darwaza khola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is se pehle ki wo bole, main hi us se bola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sir ye paise wapis le lijiye, baat karna fizool hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;main gareeb hun, par bheekh nahi leta ye mera usool hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ek Appraisal ka mara S/w Engg. &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/20129829-1604877669942103431?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/1604877669942103431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=1604877669942103431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/1604877669942103431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/1604877669942103431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/07/mera-appraisal.html' title='MERA APPRAISAL'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116841981357672171</id><published>2007-01-10T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:03:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punjabi Poem</title><content type='html'>Je gal usde pyar di hove,&lt;br /&gt;koi ik aakhe main 5 dassan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je gal mere intezar di hove,&lt;br /&gt;koi din aakhe main saal dassan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je gal usde wishwas di hove,&lt;br /&gt;koi dil aakhe main rabb dassan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je gal mere dard di hove,&lt;br /&gt;koi rovve te main jor jor hassan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki pata teri koi majboori hove,&lt;br /&gt;tenu bewaffa kahiye jaroori tan nahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenu v pyar kise hor naal ho sakda,&lt;br /&gt;sirf sadde naal hove jaroori tan nahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyasa kite v panni pee sakda hai..&lt;br /&gt;ek hi khooh te piwe jaroori tan nahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supne vekhda har inshaan ithe,&lt;br /&gt;har ik da supna poora howe jaroori tan nahi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116841981357672171?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116841981357672171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116841981357672171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116841981357672171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116841981357672171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2007/01/punjabi-poem.html' title='Punjabi Poem'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116543063383811246</id><published>2006-12-06T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:43:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust him</title><content type='html'>IF U LOVE SOMEONE AND HE/SHE DONT LOVE U BACK THN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht will u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO U JUST HANG N HOPE THAT THINGS WILL GET BETTER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO U TRY TO CHANGE URSELF?"&lt;br /&gt;Why would you change who you are? If you're not what he/she wants how long do you think he/she 'll stay? You can't live a lie forever, in other words just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOOOOVE ON … the best way to get over SOMEONE is to get under SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to date other people and after a while you'll find that SOMEONE ELSE will become special to you and will replace the thoughts in your mind. It will happen in Gods perfect timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116543063383811246?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116543063383811246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116543063383811246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116543063383811246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116543063383811246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/12/trust-him.html' title='Trust him'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116422442647855618</id><published>2006-11-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:40:26.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bole toh Job</title><content type='html'>Nadi mein doobte hue aadmi ne&lt;br /&gt;pull par chalte hue aadmi ko&lt;br /&gt;aawaz lagayi "bachao bachao"&lt;br /&gt;pull par chalte aadmi ne neche&lt;br /&gt;rassi pheki aur kaha aaoo..&lt;br /&gt;Nadi mein dobta hua aadmi&lt;br /&gt;rassi nahi pakad pa raha tha&lt;br /&gt;rah rah kar chillaa raha tha&lt;br /&gt;mein marna nahi chahta&lt;br /&gt;zindagi badi mehengi hai&lt;br /&gt;kal hi tho meri ek MNC company mein&lt;br /&gt;naukri lagi hai..&lt;br /&gt;Itna sunte hi pool par chalte&lt;br /&gt;aadmi ne apni rassi kheech li&lt;br /&gt;aur bhagte bhagte wo MNC company gaya&lt;br /&gt;usne wahan ke HR ko bataya ki&lt;br /&gt;abhi abhi ek aadmi doobkar mar gaya hai&lt;br /&gt;aur is tarah aapki company mein ek&lt;br /&gt;jagah khali kar gaya hai...&lt;br /&gt;Mein berojgar hoon muje le lo..&lt;br /&gt;HR boli dost tumne der kar di, ab se kuch der&lt;br /&gt;pehle humne uss aadmi ko lagaya hai&lt;br /&gt;jo usse dhakka de kar tumse pehle yahan aaya hai !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116422442647855618?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116422442647855618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116422442647855618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116422442647855618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116422442647855618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/11/bole-toh-job.html' title='Bole toh Job'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116110746734323101</id><published>2006-10-17T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:51:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>socha tha ki harr mood pe tera intzaar karenge,&lt;br /&gt;par kaya karen kambakhat sadak hi sidhi nikli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek jaam ulfat ke naam, ek jaam mohabat ke naam.&lt;br /&gt;Ek jaam wafa k naam, puri botal bewafa ke naam,&lt;br /&gt;Aur pura theka doston ke naam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log kahtey hain ki ladkiyan zindagi hoti hain maut nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Magar voh kya jane ki dhoka bhi zindagi deti hai maut nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasur na unka hai na mera,&lt;br /&gt;Hum dono hi rishton ki rasmein nibhate rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Woh dosti ka ehsaas jatate rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Hum mohabbat ko dil mein chupate rahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na aana usse leke mere janaze mein,&lt;br /&gt;Meri Mohabbat ki tauhin hogi,&lt;br /&gt;Main 4 logon ke kandhe pe hounga,&lt;br /&gt;Aur meri jaan paidal hogi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116110746734323101?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116110746734323101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116110746734323101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116110746734323101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116110746734323101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/10/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116076392915890989</id><published>2006-10-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:25:29.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes: Close to my heart</title><content type='html'>1. You don't have to control your thoughts; you just have to stop letting them control you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you never change your mind, why have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take the first step, no more, no less, and the next will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It's better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished; if you are alive...it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116076392915890989?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116076392915890989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116076392915890989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116076392915890989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116076392915890989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/10/quotes-close-to-my-heart.html' title='Quotes: Close to my heart'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-116002429984466792</id><published>2006-10-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:58:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Se</title><content type='html'>Tum mujhe bhool kar to dekho,&lt;br /&gt;Har khushi routh jayegi,&lt;br /&gt;Jab akele tum baitho gay,&lt;br /&gt;Khud-ba-khud meri yaad aayegi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil na lagana kisi se hamesa dard hi paaoge,&lt;br /&gt;beete lamhon ko yaad karke rote hii jaooge ,&lt;br /&gt;karni hi hai to karo gehri dosti humse&lt;br /&gt;ummeed se jyada hi paooge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAT HUI JAB SHAAM K BAAD&lt;br /&gt;TERI YAAD AAYI HER BAAT K BAAD&lt;br /&gt;HUMNE KHAMOSH REH KER DEKHAA&lt;br /&gt;TERI AWAZ AAYI HAR SAANS K BAAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-116002429984466792?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116002429984466792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=116002429984466792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116002429984466792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/116002429984466792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/10/dil-se.html' title='Dil Se'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115703239892047486</id><published>2006-08-31T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:53:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men always have better friends..</title><content type='html'>Men will stand by you, no matter what . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of Women...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife was not at home for a whole night. So she tells her husband, the very next morning, that she stayed at her (girl) friend's apartment overnight. So the husband calls 10 of her best (girl) friends and none of them confirm that she was with them . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of Men....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the wife calls 10 of his best friends and 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their apartments that night and another 5 are claiming that he is still with them . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called friendship.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115703239892047486?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115703239892047486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115703239892047486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115703239892047486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115703239892047486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-always-have-better-friends.html' title='Men always have better friends..'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115573852776895540</id><published>2006-08-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:28:48.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys R D Best: Proof Is Here</title><content type='html'>A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a motorcycle... &lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;-:- Girl hugs him -:-&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on yourself? Its bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him &amp; felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not selfish so &lt;br /&gt;Love is not being happy&lt;br /&gt;it is to make happy to whom you love&lt;br /&gt;even if you are unhappy with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115573852776895540?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115573852776895540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115573852776895540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115573852776895540'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;************|***************__/*******-'*********,'**********,'&lt;br /&gt;*******_/'**********\*********************,....__&lt;br /&gt;**|--''**************'-;__********|\*****_/******.,'&lt;br /&gt;***\**********************`--.__,'_*'----*****,-'&lt;br /&gt;***`\*****************************\`-'\__****,|&lt;br /&gt;,--;_/*******HAPPY INDEPENDENCE*_/*****.|*,/&lt;br /&gt;\__************** DAY **********'|****_/**_/*&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115556888303107601?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115556888303107601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115556888303107601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115556888303107601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115556888303107601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/08/swatantrata-divas-ki-shubhkaamnaayen.html' title='Swatantrata Divas ki Shubhkaamnaayen'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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person u love,u can't say anything on ur mind.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of a person u like,u can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the one u love,u tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the one u like,u can show ur own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can't look straight into the eyes of the one u love.&lt;br /&gt;But u can always smile into the eyes of the one u like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one u love is crying,u cry with him.&lt;br /&gt;But when the one u like is crying,u end up comforting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye.&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of liking starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if u stop liking a person u used to like,all u&lt;br /&gt;need to do is close ur ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if u try to close ur eyes,love turns into a drop&lt;br /&gt;of tear &amp;amp; remains in ur heart forever.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115372921027528490</id><published>2006-07-24T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:20:10.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Job</title><content type='html'>Arguing with your Boss is like&lt;br /&gt;'wrestling with a pig in mud'.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, you realize that&lt;br /&gt;while you are getting dirty,&lt;br /&gt;the pig is actually 'enjoying it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help a man when he is in trouble and&lt;br /&gt;he will remember you&lt;br /&gt;when he is in trouble again !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex problems have simple,&lt;br /&gt;easy to understand wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not exactly cheating,&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to consider it &lt;br /&gt;'creative problem solving'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every 'successful woman',&lt;br /&gt;is a man who is surprised !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said 'money can't buy happiness',&lt;br /&gt;didn't know where to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol 'doesn't solve any problems',&lt;br /&gt;but then again, neither does milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are only 'alive' because&lt;br /&gt;it is illegal to shoot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a complete idiot,&lt;br /&gt;there're still some parts missing !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive your enemies but&lt;br /&gt;remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people watching you&lt;br /&gt;is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father ....&lt;br /&gt;- He said he wanted more proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pain is physical and some is mental,&lt;br /&gt;but one that's both is dental !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pleasant, death is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;It's the transition that's troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your job but never fall in love with your Company, &lt;br /&gt;coz'u never know when company stops loving u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115372921027528490?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115372921027528490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115372921027528490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115372921027528490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115372921027528490'/><link 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/&gt;band karna pad jayega yeh wyaapaar&lt;br /&gt;kal se lekar aana poore paise&lt;br /&gt;nahi to joote padenge hazzaar &lt;br /&gt;mai bhi bola kitna nirdayi hai sansaar&lt;br /&gt;bin daaru ke ab kaise ji paunga yaar&lt;br /&gt;he uparwaale kar de maiy ki barish..&lt;br /&gt;dikha de tu bhi aaj koi chamatkaar&lt;br /&gt;magha re megha re,&lt;br /&gt;mai k pyale barsa de,&lt;br /&gt;daruwali Rs 20 pavve k leti hai ,&lt;br /&gt;tu uddhar pila de,&lt;br /&gt;aiye khuda aisa kuch jalwa aaj dikha de&lt;br /&gt;aasmaa ke baadal se aaj daaru barsa de&lt;br /&gt;barsa de daru ker de versha daaru ki,&lt;br /&gt;kahin bijli karka k meri photo mat kheench lena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115329255497101084?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115329255497101084/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115255138803803300</id><published>2006-07-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:09:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Rajiv Walia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe laga ki zindagi ko samajhna aasaan hai,&lt;br /&gt;par mujhe kya pata tha ki yahan toh har hoi pareshan hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum zindagi ko jitna samajhna chahte hai,&lt;br /&gt;utna hi khud ko tadpaate hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAj har koi zindagi se pareshaan hai,&lt;br /&gt;par phir bhi maut kisi kisi par meherban hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye zindagi aakhir kya hai,&lt;br /&gt;yaa toh ye gulab hai ,&lt;br /&gt;yaa phir sharaab hai,&lt;br /&gt;Shayad Is sab ke liye hum hi zimmedar hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hum aaj mehsoos kar rahe hain,&lt;br /&gt;Vo kal ka chamatkar hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur aane vala kal aaj ki paidaavaar hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj hum iss baat par zara sa dhyaan karen,&lt;br /&gt;Iss Jahaan main koi aisa nahin,&lt;br /&gt;jiske liya hum khud ko itna pareshaan karen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115255138803803300?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115255138803803300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115255138803803300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115255138803803300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115255138803803300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/07/zindagi.html' title='Zindagi'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115193718295767774</id><published>2006-07-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:33:03.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Number One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"&lt;br /&gt;The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Number Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Number Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of your management course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115193718295767774?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115193718295767774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115193718295767774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115193718295767774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115193718295767774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/07/lessons-of-life.html' title='Lessons of life'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115176614571599934</id><published>2006-07-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:02:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayeri for Sentimental Fools</title><content type='html'>"Teri aankhen hain ki dil ka aaina dikhati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi sharm se jhuk jati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Toh kabhi masti se bhar jati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Kitni nashili hain yeh aankhen,&lt;br /&gt;Par kyon yeh aansoo bahati hain."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more when&lt;br /&gt;someone breaks up with you.&lt;br /&gt;But love hurts the most when the person&lt;br /&gt;you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bole vo dosti, chup rahe vo pyar,&lt;br /&gt;milaye wo dosti ,juda kare wo pyar,&lt;br /&gt;hansaye wo dosti ,rulaye wo pyar.&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi log dosti chhodkar kyun&lt;br /&gt;karte hain pyar.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pyar karke bhulana na aaya hamen,&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke dil ko manana na aaya hamen,&lt;br /&gt;kisi se tadapna toh seekh liya hamne, par&lt;br /&gt;kisi ko tadpana na aaya hamen.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Meri khata toh kuch bhi na thi,&lt;br /&gt;Jane kyun aap hi begane ho gaye,&lt;br /&gt;Aapko lagta hai ki hum khush hain,&lt;br /&gt;Magar hume hanse toh zamane ho gaye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115176614571599934?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115176614571599934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115176614571599934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115176614571599934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115176614571599934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/07/shayeri-for-sentimental-fools.html' title='Shayeri for Sentimental Fools'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115086468789787887</id><published>2006-06-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:38:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappu Paas Ho Gaya!!</title><content type='html'>TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "HIJKLMNO! "!!&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, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Correct. Now, class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : PAPPU!&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;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;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, give me a sentence starting with "I".&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, PAPPU. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "Can anybody give an example of "COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree,&lt;br /&gt;but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish&lt;br /&gt;him?"&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "Because George still had the axe in his hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER : No. Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots !&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair just like that at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?&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 : PAPPU, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his ?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: No, teacher, it's the same dog !&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;PAPPU: A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115086468789787887?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115086468789787887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115086468789787887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115086468789787887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115086468789787887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/06/pappu-paas-ho-gaya.html' title='Pappu Paas Ho Gaya!!'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115072855863864690</id><published>2006-06-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:49:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi Poem</title><content type='html'>Zindagi jali, jali zindagi, zindagi jali kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;Chandni khili khili chandni, chandni khili kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil ke jazbaat, ankho se baayan, baat aise jo chali&lt;br /&gt;Samjhe kai, nasamjhe koi, samjhaye use ye kis tarah,&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi jali jali zindagi, zindagi jali kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khushiyo ki lehar, hasi ki fuhaar, muskaan kuch aisi khili&lt;br /&gt;Ankho ka Pani, Moti zabani, thamaye na thame is tarah&lt;br /&gt;zindagi jali jali zindagi, zindagi jali kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandni khili khili chandni, chandni khili kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi jali jali zindagi, zindagi jali kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I have copied this part of poem from the net, n it is written by Sarika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115072855863864690?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115072855863864690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115072855863864690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115072855863864690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115072855863864690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/06/zindagi-poem.html' title='Zindagi Poem'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115072792101738033</id><published>2006-06-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:38:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By - Anoop R</title><content type='html'>Manzile bhi&lt;br /&gt;uski thi, Rasta bhi uska tha. Ek main akela tha, Kafila bi&lt;br /&gt;uska tha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sath-Sath&lt;br /&gt;chalne ki soch&lt;br /&gt;bi uski thi, Fir raasta&lt;br /&gt;badalne ka&lt;br /&gt;faisla bhi uska tha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj kyo akela&lt;br /&gt;hoon, Dil sawal karta hai, Log to uske the,&lt;br /&gt;Kya KHUDA bhi uska tha....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115072792101738033?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115072792101738033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115072792101738033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115072792101738033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115072792101738033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/06/by-anoop-r.html' title='By - Anoop R'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-115064818581751612</id><published>2006-06-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:33:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touches your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Kanika Ahluwalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad&lt;br /&gt;temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails&lt;br /&gt;and told him that every time he lost his&lt;br /&gt;temper, he must hammer a nail into the back&lt;br /&gt;of the fence. The first day the boy had&lt;br /&gt;driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next&lt;br /&gt;few weeks, as he learned to control his&lt;br /&gt;anger, the number of nails hammered daily&lt;br /&gt;gradually dwindled down. He discovered&lt;br /&gt;it was easier to hold his temper than to&lt;br /&gt;drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't&lt;br /&gt;lose his temper at all. He told his father&lt;br /&gt;about it and the father suggested that the&lt;br /&gt;boy now pull out one nail for each day that&lt;br /&gt;he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally&lt;br /&gt;able to tell his father that all the nails&lt;br /&gt;were gone. The father took his son by the&lt;br /&gt;hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You&lt;br /&gt;have done well, my son, but look at the&lt;br /&gt;holes in the fence. The fence will never be&lt;br /&gt;the same. When you say things in anger,&lt;br /&gt;they leave a scar just like this one. You&lt;br /&gt;can put a knife in a man and draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter how many times you say I'm&lt;br /&gt;sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal&lt;br /&gt;wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-115064818581751612?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115064818581751612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=115064818581751612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115064818581751612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/115064818581751612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/06/touches-your-heart.html' title='Touches your Heart'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114907824428748936</id><published>2006-05-31T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T05:24:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mubarak ho tum ko..</title><content type='html'>Na Rasmo-Rivaajo Ko Tum Bhool Jaana&lt;br /&gt;Jo Li Hai Kasam To Isse tum Nibhaana&lt;br /&gt;Ke Humne To Tanha Umar Hai Guzari&lt;br /&gt;Sada Khush Rahon Tum Dua Hai Hamari&lt;br /&gt;Tumhaare Kadam Chume Yeh Duniya Saari&lt;br /&gt;Sada Khush Rahon Tum Dua Hai Hamari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare Liye Hain Baharon Ke Mausam&lt;br /&gt;Na Aaye Kabhi Zindagi Mein Koyi Gham&lt;br /&gt;Hamara Hai Kya Yaar Hum Hai Deewane&lt;br /&gt;Hamari Tadap To Koyi Bhi Na Jaane&lt;br /&gt;Mile Na Tumhe Ishq Mein Bekarari &lt;br /&gt;Sada Khush Rahon Tum Dua Hai Hamari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114907824428748936?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114907824428748936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114907824428748936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114907824428748936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114907824428748936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/mubarak-ho-tum-ko.html' title='Mubarak ho tum ko..'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114888600122259713</id><published>2006-05-28T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:00:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewafa</title><content type='html'>Dil tod ke hasti ho mera&lt;br /&gt;Wafaayen meri yaad karogi.&lt;br /&gt;Iss dooniya mai main naa raha,&lt;br /&gt;Toh kise barbaad karogi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114888600122259713?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114861758754992049</id><published>2006-05-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:26:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be&lt;br /&gt;considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son.&lt;br /&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;The son answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;br /&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go&lt;br /&gt;beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to&lt;br /&gt;protect them."&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if&lt;br /&gt;we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what&lt;br /&gt;we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114861758754992049?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114861758754992049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114861758754992049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114861758754992049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114861758754992049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/father-son.html' title='Father &amp; Son'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114835481271675867</id><published>2006-05-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:24:25.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your GirlFriend</title><content type='html'>1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisper to each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook for each other.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;br /&gt;7. Roses.&lt;br /&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together.&lt;br /&gt;9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write poetry for each other.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;12. Say only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want. Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;br /&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&lt;br /&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;21. Sing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two d eal.&lt;br /&gt;24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;26. Dance together.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love the way a girl looks right after she's fallen asleep with her head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;br /&gt;29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her about them.&lt;br /&gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;35. Be Prince Charming to her par ents.&lt;br /&gt;36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;br /&gt;39. Take her to see a romantic movie and remember the parts she liked.&lt;br /&gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;42. Make sacrifices for each other.&lt;br /&gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay together.&lt;br /&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren't thinking about them, and make sure they know it.&lt;br /&gt;45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;br /&gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.&lt;br /&gt;50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and always remember to say, "Sweet dreams."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114835481271675867?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114835481271675867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114835481271675867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114835481271675867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114835481271675867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-girlfriend.html' title='Your GirlFriend'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114777485418325833</id><published>2006-05-16T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:20:54.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>Once it so happened in a flight that, James bond was sitting besides a Telugu guy. Both were traveling to US. &lt;strong&gt;Telugu Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hello, May I know your name please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Bond:&lt;/strong&gt; "I am Bond...James Bond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Bond:&lt;/strong&gt; "And you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telugu Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I am Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Siva Venkata Sai ...&lt;br /&gt;Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Srinivasula Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Rajasekhara Srinivasula Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Srinivasula Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Bulusupalli Sitaramanjaneyula Rajasekhara Srinivasula Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai..."&lt;br /&gt;Bond faints!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Since then when anyone asks Bond his name he simply says "James Bond"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114777485418325833?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114777485418325833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114777485418325833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114777485418325833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114777485418325833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114468568114658257</id><published>2006-04-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:37:12.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem by Rajiv Walia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Humne socha chalo unko bhoolaya jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Ruki zindgi ko phir se chalaya jaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir isS dil ne mehsoos kiya,&lt;br /&gt;ki iss koshish ne toh khud ko bhula diya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hamari saanson meh hain,&lt;br /&gt;Unhen kaise bhulaya jaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khud ko bhoolana mumkin hai,&lt;br /&gt;Par iss zindgi mai unko bhulana toh namumkin hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhon ne toh izhaar ka mauka tak nahi diya,&lt;br /&gt;Pehle hi apna faisla suna diya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par ye bhi toh sach hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ki vo toh ek khwab tha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pari toh khwabon main hi mil sakti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Maine soch bhi kaise liya ki vo meri ho sakti hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main abhi tak sharminda hun,&lt;br /&gt;Par phir mai sochta hun ki mai kaise abhi tak zinda hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114468568114658257?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114468568114658257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114468568114658257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114468568114658257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114468568114658257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/04/poem-by-rajiv-walia.html' title='Poem by Rajiv Walia'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114368683237028086</id><published>2006-03-29T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:34:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;****************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hume Bhi Pyaar Karne Ka Khayal Aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Jub Bhi Yeh Khayal Aya Khud Ko Akeala Paya,&lt;br /&gt;Dhoonte Rahe Is Duniya Main Humsafar,&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Ko Dhoke Baaz, Kisi Ko Bewafa Hi Paya&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Zindgi ch jitan da shauk c rakhda ,&lt;br /&gt;par tere to haran piche v koi majboori c,&lt;br /&gt;Sharat hundi tan sab kuch var k v jit lende,&lt;br /&gt;par tere zitan layi mera harna v zarrori c.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Humne bhi chaha tha bahon mein teri dum nikle,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa tu na thi, badkismat hum nikle...&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114368683237028086?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114368683237028086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114368683237028086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114368683237028086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114368683237028086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114335745537442746</id><published>2006-03-25T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:32:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Santa Singh was walking on the road and&lt;br /&gt;paused to read the graffiti on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;It read "Padne waala gadha.&lt;br /&gt;"Santa Singh thought for 4 hours,&lt;br /&gt;erased it and wrote back,&lt;br /&gt;"Likhne waala gadha."&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;At a Bar in New York, the man to Laloo Yadav's&lt;br /&gt;left calls up the bartender and says:&lt;br /&gt;"JOHNIE WALKER, SINGLE."&lt;br /&gt;The man's companion says to the bartender:&lt;br /&gt;JACK DANIELS, SINGLE."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender approaches Laloo and asks,&lt;br /&gt;"What about you sir??" Laloo Replies:&lt;br /&gt;"LALOO YADAV, MARRIED!"&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh : 'Look Banta,&lt;br /&gt;what type of glasses they have made.&lt;br /&gt;The top is closed. How can you fill lassi in it ?&lt;br /&gt;'Banta Singh : 'Yes, that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you make a hole at the top,&lt;br /&gt;how willthe lassi stay in the glass when the bottom is open?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114335745537442746?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114335745537442746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114335745537442746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114335745537442746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114335745537442746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/03/santa-poems.html' title='Santa Poems'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-114286274421403748</id><published>2006-03-20T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:43:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Kya Karoon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;By Rajiv Walia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Main kya karoon,Tu hi kuch bata de..&lt;br /&gt;Meri zindagi ko,Ek naya rasta de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri zindagi,oolajh si gai hai.&lt;br /&gt;Main kaun hoon,Main kahaan hoon..&lt;br /&gt;Main sab bhool gaya hoon..&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse meri pehchaan toh kara de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe yaad hai toh bas,ek maasoom sa chehra,&lt;br /&gt;aur oos chehre par,Shararat bhari voh hansi.&lt;br /&gt;Us hansi se mera deedar toh kara de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise bhoola doon,voh bachpan ka ehsaas,&lt;br /&gt;Ladna,jhgadna,ruthna,Aur phir bichad jana.&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe phir se,mera voh bachpan lauta de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main kya karoon,Tu hi kuch bata de..&lt;br /&gt;Meri zindagi ko,Ek naya rasta de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-114286274421403748?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114286274421403748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=114286274421403748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114286274421403748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/114286274421403748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2006/03/mai-kya-karoon.html' title='Mai Kya Karoon..'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-113540456410466330</id><published>2005-12-23T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:09:24.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story that touches your heart !</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son:&lt;/strong&gt; "Daddy, may I ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah sure, what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son:&lt;/strong&gt; "Dad, how much do you make an hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son:&lt;/strong&gt; "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I make Rs. 500 an hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;"May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied."Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL:&lt;/strong&gt; It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;But the family &amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you a very Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-113540456410466330?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/113540456410466330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=113540456410466330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113540456410466330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113540456410466330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2005/12/story-that-touches-your-heart.html' title='A Story that touches your heart !'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-113540281988006111</id><published>2005-12-23T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:40:03.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Jean R. Perou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was God . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll take you to my paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was a flower . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd bloom for you at every sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was the moon . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd glow your path and make it bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was water . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd quench your thirst and bathe you right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was the sun . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd keep you warm and make you shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was a poet . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd write you lines that makes you rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was teddy . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd bear your nights and hold you tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was a demon . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd take your soul and make you my angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was a king . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd give you my kingdom and make you my queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But . . . Since I am me, and only me, I can only give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you my loving heart, admire you at all times and hope you were mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-113540281988006111?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/113540281988006111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=113540281988006111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113540281988006111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113540281988006111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2005/12/loving-heart.html' title='Loving Heart'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20129829.post-113534462664613177</id><published>2005-12-23T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T05:30:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom writes to her son Jagjit.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear Jagjit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.rediff.com/precious_rajivwalia/rajiv.htm"&gt;I am in a well here and hoping you are also in well there. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed here took  the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same  too. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet . I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket. Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery. Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought  them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days. Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be  buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20129829-113534462664613177?l=dilsepoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/feeds/113534462664613177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20129829&amp;postID=113534462664613177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113534462664613177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20129829/posts/default/113534462664613177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dilsepoem.blogspot.com/2005/12/mom-writes-to-her-son-jagjit.html' title='Mom writes to her son Jagjit.....'/><author><name>Rajiv Walia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV5QPKg01Rk/ThUkSxeudNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zNKu2ItCdMc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-03%2Bat%2B10.46%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
