<?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-1350139177256224206</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:18:36.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random beginnings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-2161300873916966602</id><published>2011-07-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:57:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisi Vaani Boliye .... Oran ko Bhi Sheetal Kare.... Aap hu Sheetal hoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;This is a Mantra I’ve grown up with.... My mom always stressed upon and always said “Behave in a manner that you would like if someone was to do to you” hence I’ve tried to measure my words before speaking or evaluate my actions ... because of which sometimes I’ve been called calculative and a snob... either of which I believe I’m not.... Also I’m not trying to say I have been perfect and have never hurt a person... well that’s something that’s impossible.... what I’m saying is that I’ve always genuinely tried that I don’t do something that could make a person feel bad....&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;Anyways in the last few years there have been few incidences that have symbolically reiterated this Mantra over and again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;Few days back I bumped into a school friend whom I had had a fall out with as school was coming to an end. We hadn’t spoken since then. I saw her and we exchanged pleasantries and I asked her if she wanted to join me for a cup of coffee... she was hesitant but she agreed... trying to remain polite I asked if it was all good ... sitting for the coffee and all and hoping I hadn’t put her in a tight spot in anyway... and she laughed off saying “So you haven’t changed much it seems... Old habits die hard it seems...always measuring your words and actions” ... well I didn’t know how to react and I just smiled.... Our coffee came and we were exchanging notes on our life when she out of nowhere just started off... “Listen, I don’t even remember why we had a fall out.... I guess we were immature and stupid... But if you don’t mind lets mend the bridges”. Obviously I was slightly taken aback but very happily I agreed too... Not like I remember why had gotten bitter with each other....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;We started getting nostalgic and reminiscing the old days when she told me, “You remember the music competition we had gone for.... I still can’t forget what you did... I had a hoarse throat and was really nervous about how I would be able to sing... but you not only comforted me through words but you from somewhere arranged warm water and disprins for me so that I could gargle and get myself into a position to sing... It’s truly because of you that I won that day”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;I was so surprised that on my way back I just kept thinking that a small gesture of care and concern made such an impact that she remembers it till yet...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;This got me thinking about my brother’s wedding that took place 2 years ago... obviously we had family and guests from all over and its a custom “atithi devo bhava” that you consider your guess above all... and that’s what I tried too... we used to have breakfasts and lunches at home before the main functions... so the whole family used to be together having lunch and we kids would help out a little by calling everyone or helping serve the breads and other necessary things around...for those 3-5 days till the guests were around.... Before leaving my Maternal Uncle specially called my mum and had a word with her. He went on to tell her that they had a wonderful time and there was nothing more that they could ask for in terms of how much we looked after them. He then added, about me, that your daughter has been exceptional. She made sure that this little girl provided breads and whatever drinks we asked for and only after she had made sure everyone was well looked after for did she sit for her own meal. She remembered everyone’s likings and then made sure that people get what they like. My Maternal uncle told my Mom that he would never be able to forgot the way I took care of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;This had surprised me because according to me I had done nothing extra ordinary.... it was just something small that I did which eventually just stayed with them...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;So the mantra came in front of us again - People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;I told mom about these incidences and she said it was bound to happen... we have taught you were your childhood to evaluate and do things and measure what you saw because people never forget how you make them feel and this not only stands for the nice things you do for people but nasty things too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;People eventually with the passage of time forget the nasty words but rarely do they forget the hurt they felt then... the humiliation they had been put through and this is what culminates into grudges that are kept for long long after the bitter incidences.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;So just try and keep a check on what you say and do.... Its always a pleasant feeling when someone remembers you with warmth and care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-2161300873916966602?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/2161300873916966602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/07/aisi-vaani-boliye-oran-ko-bhi-sheetal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2161300873916966602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2161300873916966602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/07/aisi-vaani-boliye-oran-ko-bhi-sheetal.html' title='Aisi Vaani Boliye .... Oran ko Bhi Sheetal Kare.... Aap hu Sheetal hoe'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5646239273365300430</id><published>2011-07-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:29:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knight(s) in the Shining Armour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Every girl grows up listening to the story of the Knight in the Shining Armour... of how her groom, her prince will come from a far away land and love her earnestly.... take care of her... dote upon her through ill will... who would be the one to stand beside her when any danger comes upon her.... Well, these stories get ever more melodramatic when the girl is dressed in her fineries and is looking all pretty... I grew up listening to these too... I have truly been a fairytale girl... listening and reading them up avidly and quite so believing in them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. on an occasion in my younger years I sat and thought... this knight in shining armour would come when I am to be married but what about till then.... whose going to be my knight till then... the person who will stand by me and make sure nothing wrong happens to me... that day onwards I conjured up my knights from the real world... who I have always believed that I could just hide behind and every dark phase in my life would just vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like every girl... the first knight I came up with was my Daddy.... I have always lived by that advertisement motto “My daddy strongest”.... my first and foremost super hero.... I’ve always known that with pa around nothing in this world could or can touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, once when we were younger on the occasion of Rakhi we were taught the duty of a sister and a brother. How the sister is to pray for the long life of her brothers and in turn the brothers have to safeguard their sister from anything and everything in the world. Naturally, my four brothers were my second set of knights that I invented... With my two elder brothers and my two little brothers around I knew no sorrow could touch me.... I’ve experienced the bestest in my life with them and I was allowed to get adventurous too... after all my brothers were with me ... so what could go wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Brothers in laws and my two cousins came next guiding me through the rough and tenuous patches.... Doting upon me and caring for me like no one else could.... I was always the little doll... pampered silly by them... I guess my petite structure always was an advantage for me... I’ve grown up to be an adult but I’m still treated like a small doll by them and doted fervently by them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least the only other person who took up the ‘knight’ spot was my Mama (maternal uncle)... they say that the word Mama is actually Ma – Ma... 2 times the mother and that’s how my mother’s younger brother has been... loving me like crazy and looking out for me just like a mother would....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason why I have narrated all this... Yesterday, I was just thinking.... Which person in the world would be able to match up to any of these “Knights”.... is it even possible.... Till date I feel that when anything bad happens I can hide behind any one of these and “lumos” (spell of Harry Potter to create light) there the darkness will vanish... I mean I understand that if at this age I was to physically do it... it would be a tad bit embarrassing but trust me I meant it just figuratively, though I’m quite capable of doing it too... but that’s another matter.... what I’m trying to say is... Would there actually be a person who can match up to any of em... Sheesh sometimes it really is not a good thing to be creative and live fairytales in your real life... This is what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers for my Knights (you’ll always be my Knights for life..... Yes, you’ve been bound to that duty for life unknowingly) and big big hugs to you.... I love you and this is an ode to you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-5646239273365300430?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5646239273365300430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-knights-in-shining-armour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5646239273365300430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5646239273365300430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-knights-in-shining-armour.html' title='My Knight(s) in the Shining Armour'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-24680383999265923</id><published>2011-06-19T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:51:39.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suranya and Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my niece, Suranya was over and its a ritual... at her bed time I have to tell her stories and my little naughty girl tries to make me compete with her paternal aunt Nidhi.... After 1 or 2 stories when I try to get her to bed she always tells me " But My Nidhi Bua tells me so many stories" and I guess she does that with Nidhi too... Well these little kids sure are getting manupilative fast... Anyways thats not what I intended to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was telling her a story and telling her how all kids should listen to their parents... and bad things happen when kids act naughty and dont listen to parents and how Mumma and Papa are the best and they make everything right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly she blurted out " But My Dad is Fat" and I was stunned for a moment and then I had to think quick and tell her simple facts that My dad her maternal grand dad is fat too... but he's my super hero .... And so with time She finally asked "So Even though my dad is fat... He is my super hero... right???" and I was like thats absolutely how it is honey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its after she slept I kept thinking .... "Where did she draw the corelation of her dad being Fat and hence not being a super hero" and I realised that when we show our kids super hero movies and cartoons.... there is this imagery we're drawing in their head and hence when someone spells out SuperHero for them .... Someone super fit... super strong comes to their mind which to me is a buserque idea... I mean all these superheros batman, heman, superman, spiderman etcetera ... they make a good watch but they are flawed, unreal and absolutely fictious characters.... Thats where they should be limited to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children do need to be taught the difference between reel and real.... I mean parents, guides, friends, philosphers, pillars in life... they are the true superheros.... I mean what is a superhero.... Someone who guides you in times of trouble .... Someone whose there to watch out for you... your safety net.... and who other than the above mentioned people fall in that category....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically when she got up in the evening we were playing and I was talking to her and she again tried to verify with me " My Papa is fat but He's the best... right ??" and I controlled my laughter and had this funny proud feeling and I was like "Yes honey, absolutely... Mumma and Papa are always the best"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-24680383999265923?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/24680383999265923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/06/suranya-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/24680383999265923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/24680383999265923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/06/suranya-and-me.html' title='Suranya and Me'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-1242985282679673205</id><published>2011-03-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:13:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbitrariness</title><content type='html'>There have been few things that have been happening around the world and when I see the way people respond to these it gets me all Mad and Irritable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean they are completely absurd and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arbitrary&lt;/span&gt;.... Yes, in few situations I might seem cynical but I still don't understand the purpose behind it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, A girl was murdered in broad daylight in Delhi. She was a student of Delhi University, though the happening did not take place anywhere near the north campus... Ofcourse, everyone was shocked with what happened.... I mean it happened in front of so many people...... No one even tried to stop the purpetrators..... No one helped the poor girl or rushed her to the hospital.... People just stood there as imbecils till the police arrived.... Your heart goes out when something so absurd happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Hey, Whats with making Facebook groups to show solidarity and your concern and your sympathy for the family.... I mean why create a whole facade and drama of the whole thing... I mean ya I remember the Jessica Lal case and I also saw "No one killed Jessica" and I understand the importance of how the criminals need to be put behind bars and in situations when it doesnt happen the public needs to raise their voice.....But, again that's different than the facebook groups..... it seems like a sham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things get worse when they are politicized..... The very next day after the incidence the youth political parties took the agenda and started blocking trafiic and creating chaos in the north campus..... Again...hello... Whats with the roudiness and how the hell is that going to help.... I mean it doesnt help catch the criminals and trust me I dont understand what way of showing solidarity and compassion is this???? If at all something happened.... it got people harrowed and irritable because they were stuck in traffic.... Got people on the public transport little scared, for there was a riot being created in the public transport by these youth politicians and of course lots of names were hurled in voice and in mind for the youth politicians by the public...our Aam Janta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the same week another horrible incident happend...Japan was hit by a massive earthquake and a terrible Tsunami.... I'm still slightly confused about the nuclear damage... as in I know that two reactors have blown off but I dont know if they have created nuclear catastrophe or not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is anyone under this planet who saw the damage and the aftermath of the natural disaster and how badly it has effected the country of Japan, I would be shocked if they weren't shaken... If they weren't effected and prayers didnt go out well they really dont deserve to be called human....&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand what I didnt understand were the BBMs that were being forwarded.... I mean it wasnt one of those chain forwards for which mobile companies or other institutions collect money for every message forwarded for the cause... If that was the case trust me I would fwd it to everyone I knew ... But this was futile......&lt;br /&gt;I get slightly cynic when someone fwds me such msgs to pray and all... Coz for me this is something that comes from the heart and otherwise I feel its all a charade....I know when I voiced my opinion upon this my family also found it ludicrous saying that "No, such messages only put the point across stronger, otherwise people get busy in their personal lives and forget"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then I thought.... Everybody does get busy and moves on... I'm sure people in Japan too have even though they kept feeling the after shocks and are said to feel them for another week...But I'm sure it wont stop them from living their life.... But like everyone else they too whenever they think of the horor will send out a silent prayer... Just like all of us who are sitting miles away.... We might get busy.... but even when this topic will come up even for conversation sake we will invariably call out a silent prayer.... That's human tendency ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know I feel unless voicing emotions helps in doing something positive... you should let it be... Sometimes Pain is personal......&lt;br /&gt;again I know many people might not appreciate my cynicism but then I too have a different view and different perception.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-1242985282679673205?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/1242985282679673205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/03/arbitrariness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1242985282679673205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1242985282679673205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2011/03/arbitrariness.html' title='Arbitrariness'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-7357077093462847450</id><published>2010-10-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:50:03.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conveniently Yours…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Convenience – a word that im trying to figure out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;I mean as a child I thought it meant something that came in handy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;But as we grew up and became bitchy the meaning of the word got slightly degraded… and then we matured a little more and the meaning for me has become a little shady…. I mean I kind of don’t understand the word anymore and I’m trying to figure that out only….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;I was talking to this friend of mine and discussing about the same and I said that what I figure out of that word is a person who you think you’re so close to that you take them for granted in absolute sense….as in this is someone you want to be there for and they mean a lot but somehow when you start figuring out the scheme of things, they just don’t seem to figure or get lost in the back ground with a thought “its ok …. Its XYZ… not like they’re running away” and when you have time you conveniently place them back….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;At that my friend got cheesed off and sounded me off saying I had gotten too cynical about things….. and that’s how life is and everybody has a life…. and people need to do things…… and we’re not children anymore….. and we have more pressures on us…. and now we don’t have time like we used to and yada yada yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;How come is it you always take a back seat when you need standing up or that extra hour with them… how come you never figure out even though you’re a priority and when you try to complain you become the selfish bitch…. How come you’re the one left to “Hey Understand Ya”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;Well we had our coffee and came back… for a little time I felt guilty also that ya I’m wrong and of course how can I expect anything else… and maybe I’m wrong only and I need to grow up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;"&gt;But then I sat down at night and I thought… Fine agreed to everything she said…But what I’m saying is not wrong to… if this is not convenience what is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;When you need someone and they’re not there….when they are jobless and comfortable in life they are there to support and but when life starts becoming bitchy for them how come you with your problems become the selfish prick around…. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They pick a nice comfortable time “Oh it’s a Sunday let me be a little generous and prove that I’m there”…. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well trust me I understand that people have their own thing and can’t be there for you 24/7 or always when you need them, they have a life of their own.. I’m talking about when people 9 times out of 10 use that “busy” excuse and conveniently come around 1 time….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well for me that’s definitely not the case of “I’m there for you”… it’s more a case of when it’s convenient for me then I’ll be magnanimous and be there for you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So that’s what I’ve figured out in the past couple of days whenever I think about the word Convenience…. What do you say???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-7357077093462847450?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/7357077093462847450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/10/conveniently-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7357077093462847450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7357077093462847450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/10/conveniently-yours.html' title='Conveniently Yours…'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-2515185822436345221</id><published>2010-08-02T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:45:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriages are Made in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my first Heart break as a teenager and my mother came and empathized with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and comforted me and said " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honey, Don't Worry This was not meant to be, After all Matches are made in Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we have all grown up hearing things to the same effect "Darling you will find your soul mate in time and after all Matches are made in heaven" .... "Sweety, there is a prince/princess waiting for you somewhere, its all destiny when you will find your match. They are made in heaven" and the list of such statements by our friends, philosophers, Guides... basically all our loved ones just goes on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In India, arranged marriages are quite popular and people work on this very concept while making eligible grooms and brides meet.... It's all destiny child... Wait and Watch.... You'll meet your "One".... It's all made UP there.... Well you may have to parade around and meet 10 -20 more people just to find your "One"... But then you have to work hard to ultimate reap the benefits of "A happily ever after life"...  Our Parents, grand parents that's how they got married and hence have passed this belief along generations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my friends got married to their own best friend, they had known each other since play school... Obviously there was no plan as such then and not even as they grew up.... they dated other people, were always each others shoulder to cry on to rely on.... When the became marriageable age their families started looking for suitable matches in fact they even floated the idea of both of them marrying to each other but they turned it down and were looking out for people, even more so they were helping each other meet other people for marriage... it just turned out that both of them didn't realize when they had fallen for each other and then like every fairy tale they are living happily ever after..... And Oh ya as they got married they also did get to hear "See We told you. you're made for each other and this match was made in heaven"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The point being yes I did believe in this till a few days ago.... I did believe in that fairytale story of my prince charming coming one day.... ya maybe like not on a horse and all or waking me up from my slumber sleep of 99 years or from the death bed casket...but ya the prince, the works of the fairytale and that happily ever after life... basically finding my match made in heaven....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then something happened few days ago and it has led me to question this belief of mine... My two close friends drifted towards heaven....They were in love with these two guys for the past eight years.... their parents weren't too happy about the matches .... because both the guys belonged to a different religion and well they believed their daughters were doing the wrong thing since these "matches could not have been made in heaven" and hence weren't the right and acceptable choices for them.... the girls could not face the wrath of their parents and rather decided to face the wrath of the destiny and moved along to an after life in heaven....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well this left me quite uncomfortable with myself and my belief... If this wasn't meant to be then what is... These four people spent a third of their life maintaining this relationship.... working towards nurturing their dream.... basing their every action and decision studies.... work.... work city everything towards fulfilling that one dream.... of hoping to have a happily ever after..... of growing old together....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spending one third of your life nurturing a dream and then having to think/believe its not meant to be feels like betrayal.....If this was not meant to be then why did HE up there put this inception in their mind that they are meant to be together... that they are the "One" for each other... why make people work so hard in building a world of dreams and then just pulling that earth beneath their feet.... making them stretch so much... that, that string finally snaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This really left me at odds end with myself.... I don't know if I believe in the maxim of Matches/Marriages made in heaven..... But, I definitely know that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU up there.... weren't definitely fair" !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-2515185822436345221?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/2515185822436345221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriages-are-made-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2515185822436345221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2515185822436345221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriages-are-made-in-heaven.html' title='Marriages are Made in Heaven'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6909464350583818397</id><published>2010-05-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:31:45.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Looking&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Colors that were&lt;br /&gt;Reality once&lt;br /&gt;On a canvas &lt;br /&gt;That's mostly black &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in &lt;br /&gt;Happy fuzzy moments Grey &lt;br /&gt;A color on the canvas &lt;br /&gt;I ironically don't want &lt;br /&gt;Is red...&lt;br /&gt;hearts completely &lt;br /&gt;Spent and bled &lt;br /&gt;And all I see in the color &lt;br /&gt;Are lots of people lying dead. &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there has to be &lt;br /&gt;A clearing &lt;br /&gt;An opening &lt;br /&gt;A door &lt;br /&gt;And then from &lt;br /&gt;The fuzzy moments of Grey &lt;br /&gt;The canvas will turn clean white &lt;br /&gt;Facilitating a new painting of &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sunset &lt;br /&gt;Mystic dreamy valley &lt;br /&gt;Roaring rivers &lt;br /&gt;Will appear and magically &lt;br /&gt;Create the colors &lt;br /&gt;That were once there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6909464350583818397?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6909464350583818397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6909464350583818397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6909464350583818397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5953984211349733650</id><published>2010-03-16T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:50:38.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Letter Short of Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial', 'sans-serif';"&gt;Listen, I'm sorry ... I really didn't mean to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Arial', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax...I'm fine and you Don't need to apologize....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Arial', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation became normal and after few minutes the question popped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Arial', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it.... Why does the anger even at a basic level unnerve you...As in so many times even when its not your fault you end up apologizing just to ease out the situation....What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter... No it's no filmy crap or any dirty secret from my past that is embedded in my memory which scares me... Its just I don't like the concept of Anger.... One of those silly things "Anger is one letter short of Danger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that answer I got a look of "Stop Bullshitting Me" and then I had to explain further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger according to me is the most damaging thing.... People's worst side comes out when they are angry.... It's reactions are short sighted.... Even the most virtuous people in History are known to have resorted to violence because of their anger. It makes us do things that we regret later and sometimes things that are unrepairable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm human and I do get angry too, but I prefer to go quite because it can create a lot of damage... Ill spoken words, violence what does it achieve... just bad feelings and a feeling of regret later.. When in a fight I either can fuel the fight by further speaking rudely else I can be the one to say sorry and end it there. Why carry on the fight and the tension and the ill-will and all??? Isn't it best to end it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most virtuous of kings... Ashoka- The Great in his spite and anger led the conquest of Kalinga which led to a lot of destruction. The exact reason for the Wat of Kalinga is unknown but it is said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;Susima's brothers might have fled to Kalinga and found official refuge there. This enraged Ashoka immensely. Ashoka asked the royalty of Kalinga to submit before him but they refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Ashoka sent one of his generals to Kalinga to make them submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html;  charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;The general and his forces were completely routed through the skilled tact of Kalinga's commander-in-chief. Ashoka was baffled at this defeat and then attacked Kalinga with the greatest invasion ever known. The whole of Kalinga was plundered and destroyed. About 100,000 people were killed on the Kalinga side and 10,000 from Ashoka's army. This was the price of his anger. There after he felt remorse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Whats the use of such anger which leads to pain and destruction for so many. So many times even when the anger doesn't come out and simmers within a person it is harmful. Yes even when I get angry and I go quiet .... I get this burning feeling inside and feel irritable and end up harming myself.. In my anger, I can't think rationally and can't do things in a proper manner, so yes even though I don't speak mean and I don't hurt the other person it does harm me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya I do prefer letting the matter go with a simple sorry and that does help mellow the other person down and then talk it out with them and clear the misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when you re arrange the alphabets of Anger they come to Range and really I do feel that anger does harm and destroy everything in Range.... As in when a persons angry they end up being mean and rude to people who haven't even done anything...Your near and dear ones end up facing the brunt of someone else's mistakes or improper behavior....Just because of your anger, You lash out on everyone else and that's not fair or reasonable but that does happen.. So ya I feel Anger destroys things in Range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;So that's just the reason why I get un-nerved when I'm around people who are angry or when a similar situation.... I feel its prudent just to say Sorry and ease the situation at hand...And please you know I'm not bull-shitting now so trust me and let be...Lets enjoy the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-5953984211349733650?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5953984211349733650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-letter-short-of-danger.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5953984211349733650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5953984211349733650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-letter-short-of-danger.html' title='One Letter Short of Danger'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6004444740409292586</id><published>2010-03-06T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:37:05.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale - Be good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is my biggest and strongest belief in my life and hence most of the time I behave in a manner that is befitting my belief.... As in there are many times when I'm doing certain things and honestly I'm not happy doing them but I still do them because I feel that people will remember my actions and some day when the circle completes that good turn will come my way.... and even if it doesn't at least I will definitely have this satisfaction of saying I was right and I'm glad I did nothing wrong in my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this sentence or belief has a much larger and stronger meaning and emphasis. A persons actions whether good or bad always remain with people. If someone unexpectedly or without any reason does a good turn... you end up feeling good and that good feeling stays. Similarly if someone was to act like a jerk without any reason there is this "what the hell" feeling and then it kind of stays for most part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good deeds and actions done with or without a reason always bring a smile to people's face and that smile reaches their heart and stays as a memory. It's never forgotten. It becomes an anecdote to tell for a large part of people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why few sayings like "You will reap as you sow" or "One good deed deserves another" or "Life is a circle and you face your demons and niceness here" were made. They definitely hold true. And if you keep patience you see them unfold in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its easier said than done, but even though a person might act mean and totally not nice, you as a person should not leave your ground and keep on being nice. The person at that time might not see your niceness or might take you for granted because you're nice. But one day, its my belief they do see things in retrospect and are filled with remorse at what they did or what they lost but sometimes by then its too late and they are left with nothing but guilt.  Your good actions and behaviour will never go un-noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very strongly believe in fairy tales .... and also believe that any story that did not have a happy end cannot be a fairy tale and you have to keep patience to meet your fairy tale. But until then you have to keep on being good.... Every fairy tale has had the beautiful princess and a handsome prince but everything going against them and yet the princess and prince kept their niceness and fought their way through and only then did they receive a "Happily Ever After" and that's precisely how life is....Unfair and a long battle with lots of obstacles and eveil step mothers and dragons and curses but a person with a strong character maintaining his niceness only gets the Happily Ever After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Be GOOD.... There's always someone watching.... There's always someone's life you end up touching without knowing.... There are always hundreds silent good wishes given and prayers read for your niceness and you just never know which prayer reaches HIM and turns your life into a Happily Ever After Fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6004444740409292586?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6004444740409292586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairytale-be-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6004444740409292586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6004444740409292586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairytale-be-good.html' title='Fairytale - Be good'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-4871367940679242604</id><published>2009-11-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:12:16.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can There......</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNami%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Palatino Linotype"; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 5 5 3 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-536870009 1073741843 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Palatino Linotype"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.45pt 841.7pt; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Can there be a time when you’re so lost that your presence can’t be found&lt;/i&gt;……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean ya… not the case of Lost in thought… those we’ve all had and have been castigated by our teachers at least once during our lifetimes…. Even the geeks have been lost in some thought even if it was yet another numerical they were solving in their head during English class and had to be hauled back to life/senses… back to the lit. class. Point being, all of us have been lost like that and I definitely didn’t mean this lost…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes I don’t mean the lost like the “The Lost” sit com where you’re lost in some geographical unit of the world like an island waiting to be found or the Tundra and Alaska where there’s a saying that once you’re lost.. You might never be found…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, can there actually be a time in life where your own presence can’t be found… even by you… where you feel completely lost to things around you and there seems no way that can turn around things… there seems no way that can lead to an opening…a ray of light.. A solution….. Where the only solution that could and is available to you in fact might get you in a deeper black hole…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you ever be so detached and clueless where you seek for the company of people…. Where your privacy and you solitariness threatens you and you go looking for the comforting company of your most trusted and loved ones and in fact that turns out to unnerve you further…. Where someone is so close to you… is your hope and an expression to your emotion but still is so far away… so distant…so not there sitting 2 inches away from you…. You’re left completely baffled at now what….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you be so falsified and dissimulated by your own self where you lose track of your own senses…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean like you lose track of your own hunger…. Where you feel hungry, then in matter of few minutes you don’t …. And in case you do end up eating you’re so distorted that nothing seems compatible or palatable to your taste buds… nothing no pizza… no pasta… no butter chicken… you just end up eating little coz you know its imperative….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where any/ all music on your drives and disks somehow stops making sense and sounds cacophonous and the peace and quite also irritates you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you ever be so Unacquainted with your own self…..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought not…. But I guess Yes…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How lost is lost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How lost is found….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How what was found was lost….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;An emotion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A break&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person who’s fake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A journey we didn’t take &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A life we could not make&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things that matter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emotions/moments to gather&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-4871367940679242604?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/4871367940679242604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4871367940679242604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4871367940679242604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-there.html' title='Can There......'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6922862113802167963</id><published>2009-11-07T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:02:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="FONT-FAMILY: webdings; FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Power in a Relationship Lies with the One Who Cares Less......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I read this status update on facebook.... it was my best friends.... and it got me thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people actually realise the power they have over others.... Do they realise they have the power to change a persons life...to maneuver a persons life in any direction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they realise all this and purposely be insensitive to hurt the other.... to weaken the other.... what kind of egoistic satisfaction can a person extort out f hurting a person who blindly cares for them..... what is this power game..... I mean are they blind to see that they only get this power because someone genuinely loves them..... if this someone was to stop caring where would they get this power from.... and if this someone cares so much for them is it fair to act this callous way.... and hurt them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it actually make sense to Care less for a person to be the significant powerful one when someone unconditionally loves you and trusts you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6922862113802167963?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6922862113802167963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-in-relationship-lies-with-one-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6922862113802167963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6922862113802167963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-in-relationship-lies-with-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6716230885061557623</id><published>2009-10-19T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:48:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZnLed4EiMA/StzCe-v6qwI/AAAAAAAAABo/I5awotaKkoY/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZnLed4EiMA/StzCe-v6qwI/AAAAAAAAABo/I5awotaKkoY/s320/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394400291178851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6716230885061557623?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6716230885061557623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6716230885061557623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6716230885061557623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZnLed4EiMA/StzCe-v6qwI/AAAAAAAAABo/I5awotaKkoY/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6124813049885854791</id><published>2009-10-19T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:26:38.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uday- The Rise</title><content type='html'>This is something I had written 7 yrs ago when my nephew was born... i had uploaded it on a portal for poetry, they needed that if you published a poem in Hindi it had to be supplemented with a translation in English. Well the translation also turned to be nice so adding both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uday andhkar ko tyagti subah ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday ek akanksha ek umeed ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday ek khushi ek nae ullas ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday do logon ke milan ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday kisi ki aati jaati saason or nae jeevan ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday ek nai peedi ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday ek nai kilkaari nae phul ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday kisi ki kalpana ke saakshat roop ka hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday uska hai jisko uski chahat hai&lt;br /&gt;Uday mera hai humara hai&lt;br /&gt;Aakhir Uday Omkaar hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise - where darkness is left by the night and morning follows&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise- of new dreams and new hopes&lt;br /&gt;Its the rise of a new happiness and new jubilation&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise of someone's love&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise when two people will unite&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise of the coming and going of someone's life and someone's new life&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise of a new generation&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise of a new cry and a new flower(baby)&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise where someone's dream have taken the form of reality&lt;br /&gt;It's the rise of all those who've yearned for it&lt;br /&gt;The rise is mine, The rise is Ours&lt;br /&gt;After all The Rise is God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6124813049885854791?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6124813049885854791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/uday-rise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6124813049885854791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6124813049885854791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/uday-rise.html' title='Uday- The Rise'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-4266586083255752421</id><published>2009-10-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:13:09.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vande Mataram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;On this day &amp;amp; always, I shall honour and love my Motherland.....Vande Maataram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the feeling that the day of August 15th started. I got on Facebook and updated my status, it was echoed by many others. Surge of patriotism had rushed through many others like me.... I even gifted the beloved Flag to lots of people through Facebook......We went out for lunch and all through the drive to the restaurant we listened to nice nice patriotic songs.....Its not that we saw the freedom struggle or anything.... It's this pride in being an Indian... It's this pride in belonging to India....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well there were many who acted cynic and said what is this Independence day.... whats there to be happy about????? have you seen what the country has become and where it's going.. there is so much corruption..... there is so much of this.... there is so much of that.... and the cynicism went on and on.....Well I ignored it and was like whatever....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast Forward to October.... Newspapers started flooding with articles on Do's and Don'ts in respect of the Common Wealth Games 2010.... These Do's and Don'ts are to be followed for a year till 2010 games....There will be new road regulations... New fines....The people will be taught how to be courteous and polite.... It was one week before Diwali and the government asked people not to move out of homes till absolutely necessary because a dry run/drill was being done for the Games....It was quite irritating....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in the evening that day I sat with a couple of my "cynic" friends and started speaking about how stupid the whole affair of dry runs is... "what stupidity is this one week before diwali and they expect us to sit at home, how is one to get their work done??? what is this need to be courteous or to be taught to be courteous, what crap is all this???" Funny as it may seem, but the same friends who were ranting about the stupidity of Independence Day started screaming at me, telling me how idiotic I am to be thinking like this. " Nami its the commonwealth games, don't you realize how prestigious it is..... You are going to be a Host to so many nations....The country has to be at it's best...You, I all of us will be acting like ambassdors of the country, when we do something out of the line people will scorn us for being bad Hosts.... Have you forgotten what our culture teaches us Atithi devo Bhavah- guests are to be treated like God" ..... I couldn't help but laugh at the Irony of the situation.... These people who couldn't take pride in being an Indian few months back suddenly were acting all nationalistic and patriotic.... It was funny..But then I thought....Hey even if its the Commonwealth Games which is getting this feeling in people.... Feeling of Pride for one's Nation... It's working....the work is getting done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the end Whatever works... and gets the work done....And gets people to echo this feeling below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bhagwa Safed Hara… Jeevan Chakra Mera…..Karm Satya Dharti Maa Inhi Mein Main Pala… Bhartiya Main Jana Bhartiya hi jala… Bhartiy Main Jeeyu Sada Bharitya Rahun… Bhagwa Safed Hara… Jeevan Chakra Mera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-4266586083255752421?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/4266586083255752421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/vande-mataram.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4266586083255752421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4266586083255752421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/10/vande-mataram.html' title='Vande Mataram'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-1298776579360896527</id><published>2009-09-11T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:24:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough Cough... Puff Puff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had , had enough&lt;br /&gt;I want to mention&lt;br /&gt;Life - A tension&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiated and Stiffled&lt;br /&gt;I looked for my options&lt;br /&gt;Options .... Very Scarce&lt;br /&gt;I chose&lt;br /&gt;Smoking&lt;br /&gt;A Puff&lt;br /&gt;First Few Puffs&lt;br /&gt;Anxieties Relieved&lt;br /&gt;Difference in&lt;br /&gt;Good and Bad&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;Future uncertain... unknown&lt;br /&gt;Further... more.. pressure&lt;br /&gt;Few More Puffs&lt;br /&gt;Health Deteriorated&lt;br /&gt;Lungs Gone&lt;br /&gt;Speech Unclear&lt;br /&gt;One more Puff&lt;br /&gt;Breathing Struggling&lt;br /&gt;Few More&lt;br /&gt;Tensions Released&lt;br /&gt;I think not&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of battles to be fought&lt;br /&gt;Enough&lt;br /&gt;Just few more puffs&lt;br /&gt;Life had.... had enough&lt;br /&gt;Decisions were tough&lt;br /&gt;But I was Stupid&lt;br /&gt;For I chose the Puff....&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/1350139177256224206-1298776579360896527?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/1298776579360896527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/09/cough-cough-puff-puff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1298776579360896527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1298776579360896527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/09/cough-cough-puff-puff.html' title='Cough Cough... Puff Puff'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-1432518040797733198</id><published>2009-08-26T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:24:26.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ode to my love for books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a weird story&lt;br /&gt;Few chapters already told&lt;br /&gt;Few yet to become and hence untold&lt;br /&gt;Each different chapter comprising of&lt;br /&gt;Each different Genre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 is the Children's Genre&lt;br /&gt;Full of innocence, dreams&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Lands and Magic Worlds&lt;br /&gt;Like those of Alice and Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Trying to discover yourself&lt;br /&gt;And having nothing to bother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 is a jumbled one...&lt;br /&gt;Variety enters Life&lt;br /&gt;and it's fun....&lt;br /&gt;It's a Romantic Genre&lt;br /&gt;Where love is the religion&lt;br /&gt;It's the quest to be united with your lover&lt;br /&gt;A story of Oliver and Jenny&lt;br /&gt;Where Love is not having to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the War Fiction&lt;br /&gt;With you being Gabriel Allon&lt;br /&gt;Whose waging War against terrorists and the kind&lt;br /&gt;Only in your life there is a twist&lt;br /&gt;Here Children are waging&lt;br /&gt;A constant War against their parents&lt;br /&gt;Arguments and Accusations&lt;br /&gt;Fly around like Misile plains&lt;br /&gt;It's always a draw&lt;br /&gt;and no one Gains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Detective fiction and a Spy Thriller&lt;br /&gt;Where you are the evil, the criminal&lt;br /&gt;And ironically you're also the Detective or Bond 007&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cleans the Evil and the Bad within you&lt;br /&gt;Hence becoming your own Savior, Your Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be Written&lt;br /&gt;On the inventions and innovations&lt;br /&gt;In life yet to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Life is a story of a&lt;br /&gt;Confused Genre&lt;br /&gt;And still&lt;br /&gt;Your own&lt;br /&gt;Unique Best Seller&lt;br /&gt;Millions of copies are sold&lt;br /&gt;To your Family, Friends, Relations&lt;br /&gt;and so many others in the world&lt;br /&gt;You get a Different Review&lt;br /&gt;From each person you meet&lt;br /&gt;The story of Life reaches its last chapter&lt;br /&gt;Only when your life gets complete.&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/1350139177256224206-1432518040797733198?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/1432518040797733198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1432518040797733198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1432518040797733198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-3490501918581138011</id><published>2009-08-17T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:59:01.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kheech ke Humko laya Kahan yeh Rakeeb re</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My life - Commerce with Math in School, Bachelors in English Lit, Masters in Fashion Management, Summer School program in Writing and now pursuing a correspondence course in Financial Studies ..... Where is my life leading me???? Somewhere I hope.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mr. A an excellent dancer had a penchant for Performing Arts, wanted to pursue the same line for his profession, parents dissuaded, on being advised studied finance, dropped out and did an MBA and now is looking for a Job. Funny as it may seem today he is sometimes told "You were always interested in the performing arts, why didn't you pursue it as a career option , you might have tested your metal". The poor guy doesn't know where to look....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mr. B a very happy go lucky boy was living a very comfortable and satisfied life...Finished with graduation now was helping in the family business. Would work hard and then come back and relax and chill with friends...He was content, work was good... social life was even better....all in all Good.... On 15th, he was flying kite, after dark he was coming down the stairs of his newly constructed home and he missed his stepping, fell 3 1/2 flights, He's no more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ms. C was about to turn 16, was a very responsible student and hence wanted to get back home after the fun filled weekend at the farm so that she doesn't miss school unnecessarily the next day.... on the way back she had a car accident and she passed away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have fallen in love with this song " Khudaya Ve" from the movie "Luck", well I was listening to it the other day and I don't know where my mind was but there are these lines that kind of stayed with me...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;kheech ke humko laya kahan pe rakeeb re"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; .... Literally meaning... Where has our Destiny got us??? and it got me thinking....a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We plan our lives... I want to do this.... I want to be a CA, Doctor, Actor etc.... But what does our Destiny have in store for us??? What plans does it have....What course has It carved???? Yes Destiny/ Luck... it plays a very important role in where we reach what we do what we achieve what we lose.... I know a lot of people will argue this, because they believe, that only hard work will pay... and to some extent I also concur that you certainly cannot achieve without the hard work.... But Destiny/Luck it plays a very big role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lakhs of students study for various competitive exams and they do work hard for them but only a minor percentage get through.... Its because in those 2 hrs during the exam Luck did not favor the majority or maybe their Destiny has a better/other plan. A student two years back had cleared the CAT exam and got a call for interview from all the 6 IIM's. Few days before his interview at the IIM, Bangalore, he had a minor accident and he fractured his foot. He went for the interview and he was rejected because he had, had an accident. Yes that was the basis on which they rejected him, said " A person who is not sure of his footing, how will he be sure of making decisions in life"... Well all people could tell him was "destiny has something else in store for you" ... he converted his IIM Kolkatta call and now is going for his job to the USA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Many people venture into businesses and become entrepreneurs..... fractional percentage grow in geometric progression....The case is not that the others don't have the aptitude or haven't taken risks of great magnitude... It's just Luck favoured the fractional few whereas it ruined few too on taking the same risks....The successful few did the right thing at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Right Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's life... That's Destiny.... All you can do is work hard, put in the effort.... Rest whatever Destiny has in store for you, You will surely get it...nothing more nothing less.... You can't bet upon life, make concrete plans and bet upon them to complete.... The moment you start betting upon things Destiny throws in a new course a new plan for you and you are left wondering..... There are these lines in our Bhagwat Gita " Karmanya vadikarsya Maphaleshu kadachana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ma karmaphal hetur bhoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ma sangostu akramani" meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thou hast power only to act not over the result thereof. Act thou therefore without prospect of the result and without succumbing to inaction .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Work Work... and Leave it to your Destiny.... If you Succeed well You got luck on your side... if you don't wait have patience your destiny has something in store for you.... Just what that is... You will figure out in due course of time.....Just wait for Destiny... for your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had written this long ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as hard as you can&lt;br /&gt;But trust me&lt;br /&gt;It really won't matter&lt;br /&gt;Coz everything that happens&lt;br /&gt;Is because of me&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm your destiny&lt;br /&gt;You see!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the place of your birth&lt;br /&gt;I chose the day of your first step&lt;br /&gt;I chose the day you spoke your first word&lt;br /&gt;You spoke very untimely ... coz&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten irritated seeing you sit quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the course of your life&lt;br /&gt;Every step that you took&lt;br /&gt;Your success and failures are how I planned...&lt;br /&gt;Your future I can foresee&lt;br /&gt;After all it's all up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a few aspirations&lt;br /&gt;And few dreams too&lt;br /&gt;Try... Maybe I'll get pleased&lt;br /&gt;And make it happen too&lt;br /&gt;But remember I'm here to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try but don't bet upon life&lt;br /&gt;For you will never know what course&lt;br /&gt;It might take&lt;br /&gt;Every time you think you have it in control&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a blow...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Egoistic...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sadistic...&lt;br /&gt;I won't let Your life&lt;br /&gt;Remain in Even flow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I like to play my own games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes mean sometimes sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So chill n don't get depressed at your failures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Coz there's nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just try and wait for your results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And remember I have good things and Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All in store for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Coz I'm your destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your maker... Your Destroyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm your Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-3490501918581138011?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/3490501918581138011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-commerce-with-math-in-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/3490501918581138011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/3490501918581138011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-commerce-with-math-in-school.html' title='Kheech ke Humko laya Kahan yeh Rakeeb re'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6653685635907926542</id><published>2009-08-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:59:57.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Lines....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These are few lines that I wrote here and there.... They don't have much essence and I need to complete them, but still putting them on to share... I shall complete them in due course of time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dreamy Eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lost Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Searching Gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Into Nothingness......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The day life got tainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;World got painted Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shades of confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everything's a Disillusion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aaj Kuch na tha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wahi Shaam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wahi Mukaam tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tum aye tees uthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Laga shayad kuch baki hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kuch Lamhe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kuch baatein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kuch dard bhari Muskarahatein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tum aye pata chala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ek Khwab tha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Khuli Aankhon ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or Baaki Kuch Na tha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6653685635907926542?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6653685635907926542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-lines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6653685635907926542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6653685635907926542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-lines.html' title='Few Lines....'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6113135019808258866</id><published>2009-08-07T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:21:13.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love dance and few years back I had gone for a show performed by the SDIPA called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes - The Power of Triumph&lt;/span&gt;". It was a beautiful show Glitz, Glamor, Superb Choreography by Shiamak and then Shiamak who himself danced and sang along with his troop. What more could someone like me ask for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What was brilliant was the narration and the concept behind the show.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All you got to do is say YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Yes the concept was that simple. YES - the key to achieving anything. When you say NO, You close all your doors in that direction but when you say YES, you open Opportunities, you open doors and options, you embark on a journey. Yes I can, Yes I Will and with that you Try and Make things Possible........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; is all about... Just being able to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes when you feel confused. Yes when you feel troubled. Yes when you feel aprehensive. Just a simple YES. Confidence makes you say Yes and Stand up to situations, Face them and Fight them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Someone very Wise once told me. "When you want something to happen, Say it with Conviction and then only will you be able to make it happen". Even a little Doubt and it reduces your Efficiency and you Effort in achieving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Confidence is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To confide within all your fears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To smile and hide away your tears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To be bold instead of meek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To stand up for yourself and not be weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To enter a crowd n let know your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To make laughter your life's essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To believe in things that others can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To make an Incline to look straight instead of a Slant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To agreeably, work toil and sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To be level headed when things become a threat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's what's the value of Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Making Life full of Excellence and Brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6113135019808258866?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6113135019808258866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/confidence_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6113135019808258866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6113135019808258866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/confidence_07.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-8475403448669696154</id><published>2009-08-03T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:00:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - once twice or thrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one is for everyone of us whose fallen in love... It's everybody's story... Actually of Majority coz I know of A Lucky Minority Few who struck gold in the first go. Rest of us have a different story.....We found sort of Love more than one time and then got settled with Our Love or are still looking for that perfect Love.... Some of our stories were of unrequited love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi yuhin guzar jayegi yun socha na tha&lt;br /&gt;kisi humsafar ke intezar mein samay roka na tha&lt;br /&gt;aisa nahi ki pyaar kiya nahi maine&lt;br /&gt;bus usse lautaya nahi us kisi ne&lt;br /&gt;sapno kemuqadarmein pura hone ki khushaseebi nahi hoti&lt;br /&gt;har ek kahani mein kabhi raja to kabh rani nahi hoti&lt;br /&gt;har samay hai ek sangharsh jeene ka&lt;br /&gt;haalaaton ke aage jhukkar aage badne ka&lt;br /&gt;woh pyaar jo pehla tha&lt;br /&gt;woh yaar jo bheed mein akela tha&lt;br /&gt;kyun bhulya nahi gaya humse&lt;br /&gt;kyun juda ho na paya dilse&lt;br /&gt;aaj mudaton baad fir unhein paayan wahaan&lt;br /&gt;apna dil akela tanaha chhod aaye the jahan&lt;br /&gt;fir dil mein ek kasak si jagi thi&lt;br /&gt;fir wahi sapna ek raja jiski ek rani thi&lt;br /&gt;fir us jagah se yun has kar chal diye&lt;br /&gt;jaise safar mein do ajnabee kuch der rukkar chal diye&lt;br /&gt;ab zindagi mein alag hi jahan apna hai&lt;br /&gt;ek baar fir pyaara ek sapna hai&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ke safar mein humsafar koi aur hai&lt;br /&gt;jo chaha woh nahi.. humne paya koi or hai&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi yuhin guzar jayegi yun socha na tha&lt;br /&gt;kisi humsafar ke intezar mein samay roka na tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-8475403448669696154?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/8475403448669696154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-one-is-for-everyone-of-us-whose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/8475403448669696154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/8475403448669696154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-one-is-for-everyone-of-us-whose.html' title='Love - once twice or thrice'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-76734910276224476</id><published>2009-07-07T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:00:23.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all begins at Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Charity begins at home", that's what Mom said when I told her I wanted to donate old clothes and all. At first I got slightly angry and didn't understand why she was stopping for doing something good. It took sometime but I understood what she meant. I could do the same thing, touch people's life.... the only difference would be that these people would be around me, Our staff... their children etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This saying built the foundation for a very important rule in life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It all begins at Me&lt;/span&gt;. Yes it does... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I search for a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone to listen to my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;understand my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;accept me for what I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but there's nobody that I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;like I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I looked within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friendship had to first originate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I search for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;unconditional and honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pure and patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a life long commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; but there's no one that I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; like I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I looked within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to first start loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As i search for a world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a place of peace and integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;satisfaction of life and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a utopia, a perfection, a whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; but there's nothing that I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; like I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I looked within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my perfection of world had to begin with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all begins with you....and end with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-76734910276224476?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/76734910276224476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-all-begins-at-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/76734910276224476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/76734910276224476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-all-begins-at-me.html' title='It all begins at Me'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-3548665091217230958</id><published>2009-07-06T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:11:56.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It began just like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once long long ago... Ok not that long ago...During S6 (11th for all non MODERNITES) I walked into the staff room... I think I wanted to miss my Mathematics class and hence needed permission on some pretext from my Community Service In charge..... She was sitting with my English teacher, they were about the exercise she had made her class do and how it turned out.... I was standing there and listening to their conversation, waiting, so that i could take my permission note...but instead I got interested in the conversation and the exercise my teacher had done in her previous class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She saw that I had gotten drawn to their conversation, so she humored me by telling me to perform the same exercise. She even encouraged me because she saw that expression of oddity on my face, and told me ' I know you'll write something beautiful'.... Anyways I didn't get my permission slip.... But in my mathematics class I ended up doing the exercise... which ended up in the first poem I wrote....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The exercise was to write in a word or line - "What would you rather be???"....And I wrote exactly what she expected out of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Please ignore the use of funny things/ words that are used to complete the rhyming scheme... after all its the first thing i wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be a normal person is a very easy task,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's difficult to be in pain and wear a happy mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget people, What would you rather be if not a human being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not an animal or bird, but something immortal which we keep seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Kite and fly high in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beyond all limits, towards the horizon, with just a string tied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Soil in which the crops are grown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To serve people with food, rather than being a person who moans and groans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Smile that all faces wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To make people happy and be a sign of cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Wind which flows without a barrier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calm, cool and mild and becomes a relaxation carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Tear that flows out and releases pain from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;than be the pain, that hurts like a needle on tip of a dart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Hug, the symbol of love and care in a heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So warm that sometimes with love it can tear the heart apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Silver lining on the cloud of gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giving hope to people in times of failure and dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather be the Incentive, Motivation and Dedication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That make you work tirelessly to reach your destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last I'd rather be Love, Genuinity and Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which are the main ingredients of a souls purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-3548665091217230958?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/3548665091217230958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-began-just-like-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/3548665091217230958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/3548665091217230958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-began-just-like-this.html' title='It began just like this'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-1552214296299174670</id><published>2009-07-06T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:49:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an ode to someone I knew... someone I considered a friend....a close friend... I had met her few years ago....we were together for about 3-4 months and then she shifted away. We kept contact maybe not on a regular basis but we were there for each other... and one day we were chatting after a long time and things did not seem right. I told her I'd give her a call the next day.... I did plan to call her but got busy with my brother's wedding.... and when I finally wanted to contact her it was too late....my friend had passed on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend's life had been quite a roller coaster.... When we had met then too her life was going through a lot of mess.... she was the introvert kinds....often giving an appearance of an arrogant person, though she was a polar opposite to that.... She was a reserved and a shy person.... She was a person of few words.... she was a magnet for mess....and somehow that became the reason for negligence on my part.... she did reach out to me...I just couldn't see the gravity of the situation...and now nothing is left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think what she did was right and justified in any way.... but all the same it does take a lot of shit to drive a person till there.... people who matter not being thereat that time... people who you can hold on too... people who care for you...She did reach out to few of us but....we just thought it's one of those times and gave importance to our life and our things more....I'm not sure if I could have been the one who would've made the difference...But then maybe I would've...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really did care for you and you meant a lot.....But now....its all become dust.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Burnt lives and burnt bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everything eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lives of dissatisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Felling of incompetence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Atmosphere of obscurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Total insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hope being stolen away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Belief and faith stifled away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Inside you peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a heart ablaze you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in desperation a scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pain.... Anger... Isolation....Suffocation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eyes emotionless and silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A walk to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dagger... poison.... and a rope....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All 'doors' are open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When all 'ways' are closed to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eyes roll up... a thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh Lord, I thank thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For all that you gave me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A smile....and now finally peace.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Burnt lives give away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to burnt bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everything eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DUST............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-1552214296299174670?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/1552214296299174670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/dust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1552214296299174670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1552214296299174670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/dust.html' title='I did'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5264922120292708912</id><published>2009-07-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:15:56.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE BEFORE THE ULTIMATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;A moment is all that is there before that something very big, a very unnoticed but too big a moment.... A moment that I'm sure comes in every bodies life but somehow sometimes it's just not noticed... It's that one moment that makes all the difference, but it's that one moment we don't give importance to, the kind it deserves....Funny as though it may seem it is true.... It's with this moment in different situations that i wrote this... Might seem relevant might seem too random... just like always.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Knock Knock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Whose there?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m the ultimate before the ultimate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And who may I ask is you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m the one moment before anything happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sorry I didn’t quiet get you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh let me explain it all to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When a person slips&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Into the crutches of death&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m that ultimate struggle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To catch an extra breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the doctor, comes out of the OT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And silently in dismay nods his head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m that ultimate feeling of hope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hoping that inside, the near n dear one isn’t dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the judge gives his verdict of being guilty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And the guilty walks from the courtroom to the car&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m the ultimate feeling of freedom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That he experiences before he goes behind the bars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When after all wrong things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Something happens to go right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m that ultimate feeling of relief&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That one gets after such a tremendous fight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the lovers end up quarrelling &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And it all leads to moment of desperation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m the feeling of togetherness and love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That they had felt once, before the separation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When you’re about to lose someone you love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And that too because of some disease&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m that ultimate feeling of helplessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That one feels as they near the ultimate release.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You see I’m the ultimate before the ultimate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m the one moment that no one notices&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Coz I don’t come for long…. Just few moments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;N change everything….. to good or bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now please can I come in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Coz in some way right now you’re also experiencing&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The ultimate before the ultimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-5264922120292708912?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5264922120292708912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/ultimate-before-ultimate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5264922120292708912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5264922120292708912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/ultimate-before-ultimate.html' title='THE ULTIMATE BEFORE THE ULTIMATE'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-7146564574990911837</id><published>2009-07-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:24:18.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one's again the blast from the past... It was written a very long time ago.... Though its recurrences in today's life are many..... Few scenes from here and there are acting like a Dejavu`.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WITHOUT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flowers without fragrance ............ Stars without shimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clouds without rain ................... Bruises without pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music without beats .............. Journey without retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nights full of mist .................. Stories without gist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Candles without flame .............. Guilty without blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name without fame ............... Victory without game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A hope without mission .............. An aim without precision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A desire that can't be fulfilled .......... A dream that can't be lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          A smile full of tears ...... Confidence full of fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend yet an acquaintance .... thought of understanding yet estrangement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                    Feeling of love ...... A bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                 Totally unrequited...... A Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-7146564574990911837?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/7146564574990911837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7146564574990911837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7146564574990911837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-been-long-time.html' title='Just been long time...'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5102421511479044725</id><published>2009-06-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:55:27.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises are meant to be broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Promise breaker shoe maker" ...... " Promises honored are a persons honor"  etc etc... This is all we learnt as we grew up about how a persons credibility and their character is judged through their ability to keep their promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A promise is one's word that something will be done an assurance... It is a hope, a possibility of things materializing... It's a security... It is something sacred...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though the whole concept has changed today, we use it in such callousness and not care about it. "Hey I promise I'll be there".... "I promise I will do it".... "I give you my word for it".... "I assure you things are all right".... mostly whenever these phrases are used they mean quite the opposite.. there definitely are no intentions of being kept.... and when they are made to a loved one and then broken well it bring a lot of wrath upon u..... So that does become a point of concern...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But sometimes things get slightly complicated.... A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; is made to you and with that assurance you start treading fields that were unknown to you.... you reach where you might never have, just because you have that assurance as a support.... and in time when that promise is broken... you do get disappointed, but your spirit doesn't falter and this time you move on..... few words that i had written resonate what i have said in these few last lines.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just five mere words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon which a friendship stood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five words that meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meant more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five words that said -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't let you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words that gave me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five words which made me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;think high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;made me want to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanting to reach the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which had inscribed upon it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No limit ..... Soar on... Fly high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dreamt of reaching for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which shimmered and twinkled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so pure so bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started trusting again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;waiting to see the rainbow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after the rain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started blossoming like a flower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And forgot all my grief and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and set objectives again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;started on a journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to achieve them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for now i had you to push me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then the dream got over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reality struck again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;History repeats it self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;who gave the pain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time i broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it wasn't all that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you had made me learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lessons of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You taught me, life goes on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;though, between us it may be an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you'll find a friend, just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;With that thought inside me again&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilt on the ashes on my pain.&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;Someone will come as my strength&lt;br /&gt;Someone will come as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone will just come and whisper&lt;br /&gt;these five magic words again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't let you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just take away pain....&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/1350139177256224206-5102421511479044725?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5102421511479044725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/promises-are-meant-to-be-broken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5102421511479044725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5102421511479044725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/promises-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='Promises are meant to be broken'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-1463561633638568509</id><published>2009-06-25T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:01:24.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been long time...</title><content type='html'>This is something i had read and loved.... and my teacher gave this to me as an inspiration to write... it is really long long ago... but i wanted it to be a part of the posts.... i still have it with me... teacher, you gave me wings... you gave me flight... my feelings became words and i got confidence to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;the thought you think&lt;br /&gt;but do not speak&lt;br /&gt;that secret treasure&lt;br /&gt;you in solitude seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;the wind you feel&lt;br /&gt;but cannot possess;&lt;br /&gt;that beauty of nature&lt;br /&gt;without access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;the voice which is distant&lt;br /&gt;yet always near;&lt;br /&gt;that memory you cannot share&lt;br /&gt;but is forever dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;the bond without strings&lt;br /&gt;untouched by fear,&lt;br /&gt;the bright day&lt;br /&gt;when the sky is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;that smile you smile&lt;br /&gt;but cannot satisfy&lt;br /&gt;that longing you have&lt;br /&gt;for 'us' to satisfy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-1463561633638568509?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/1463561633638568509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_2995.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1463561633638568509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/1463561633638568509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_2995.html' title='Just been long time...'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-7134664482995721082</id><published>2009-06-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:10:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been long time...</title><content type='html'>This is a promise, i silently made to my friends... some of them knew about it some of them didn't... It's not like it mattered.... But its something i've tried to stand by.... even though its very immature and too idealistic....But once upon a time these are the standards i had set for myself and so try to live up to them.... Again this too was written long long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are miles apart&lt;br /&gt;When things wrong&lt;br /&gt;And things seem like a sad song&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness covers you&lt;br /&gt;and sunlight can't penetrate through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;and you can't help but frown&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to care&lt;br /&gt;and there isn't anyone to share&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're covered with shock&lt;br /&gt;and you need someone to talk&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't handle anymore and think it's the end&lt;br /&gt;And the path seems to narrow along the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there like a melody to your ears&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as a ray of hope to brighten your day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to brings you the smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there just to be a patient listener&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as a companion to make your way easy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to fill magic in your life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there like the rainbow filled with colours&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as your shadow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I'll be there as your friend&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry....I'll be there, Go on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-7134664482995721082?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/7134664482995721082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_3629.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7134664482995721082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7134664482995721082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_3629.html' title='Just been long time...'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6010310333280528921</id><published>2009-06-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:56:23.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More of the randomness, I had penned down long long ago....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SShhh .... Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to what I don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which are moisten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my face...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the pain &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thats hidden i&lt;br /&gt;n me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even when i'm&lt;br /&gt;jumping around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to fill,&lt;br /&gt;all around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with joy and cheer&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look within me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things&lt;br /&gt;are trapped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking help of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pencil&lt;br /&gt;to let out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in words that&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;been&lt;br /&gt;skillfully woven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to cry on&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had eyes&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could see &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;ears that &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;my silence &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;speaks&lt;br /&gt;and shouts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to listen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;i don't say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6010310333280528921?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6010310333280528921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6010310333280528921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6010310333280528921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time_25.html' title='Just been long time...'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5079033873265410365</id><published>2009-06-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:52:31.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just been long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found a few pages from here and there.... i had penned them down a long ago.... they are quite random but have a funny connection today... so just putting them down....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge over troubled waters...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where even the thoughts begin to shatter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion of thoughts, cluttered in the mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not to move on, leaving everything behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to invest time and let everything to shape about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that has lost meaning and completely messed out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let go of everything that's been in my heart and on my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not care about people who have been ' Two steps Behind'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know what tommorow ; the future holds for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good, its bound to be...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be sunshine at the end of the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will again fall in place and be right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, for the time being, mind loses its control over its thoughts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion, anxiety persist and things remain entangled in knots...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge over troubled waters...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where things stop to matter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-5079033873265410365?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5079033873265410365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5079033873265410365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5079033873265410365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-been-long-time.html' title='Just been long time...'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-7975181487193557940</id><published>2009-06-22T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:56:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is really very funny as far as i remember, every time i complained my mom turned around and said " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nami&lt;/span&gt; stop cribbing".... I mean yes I have heard the word in many other contexts ; cots, people homes etc. but mostly in the complain context only.... and somehow the same meaning as in crib meaning complain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; exist on the net... so before i go forward an ardent request to anyone who reads this post.... if you by any chance come across the meaning of crib as i have known it please give me the link so that i can alter my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now what i intended to say before i started this post is completely different. We all crib, its human nature ... Mummy the food's not nice.... I wanted a pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt; and you got me a blue one.... oh what the hell, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trailers&lt;/span&gt; to the movie were so much better than the movie actually was.... Why is my food getting delayed, why can't i ever get it on time.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.... and more blah blah blah... ya too many reasons to crib about....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know cribbing is of two kinds - useful ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; telling you it can be) and useless, the later ones being all the examples above and some like ; it's hot in Delhi .... Yes in the month of May and June it is hot in Delhi ... Christ, it rains too much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;... Yes in the rainy season it always rains too much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;.... So when someone cribs like this all i feel like doing is turning around and saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Duuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!..... I mean i am a very very understanding person and I can empathise a lot, but sorry not on reasons like these... Please Forgive Me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful cribbing when most of the times our parents crib ; why are you sitting useless... do something constructive....clean your room... eat proper healthy food..I get to listen to it most of the time,yes if one tries to act on those well it could turn out to be a blessing.... Or when these days most of us turn around and crib to God... Please make it Rain... Yes we need those, there are lot of forest fires happening, lots of crop being spoilt because of no rain, water levels are going done.. can't have that happening... so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we crib about rain not happening, our collective prayer is being sent and He just might listen to us soon enough. When we crib more bitch about our near and dear ones... if only he could do this... if only she would understand that this irritates me, yes we all endlessly crib about our own people wanting them to change in someway if not more, well if that near and dear one understands the reason of your cribbing and changes. Your cribbing might just have worked, it could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt;, but sometimes it brings in distance so beware....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I want to say is Crib lot more people if it makes sense....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; when you crib with mind you could bring about a good change.... and that's good in most of the cases.. we don't need stagnancy in our life do we.....but..... if it doesn't make sense.... spare the people around you ... you could well be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; as a cynic... we don't want that happening do we.....&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/1350139177256224206-7975181487193557940?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/7975181487193557940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/crib.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7975181487193557940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7975181487193557940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/crib.html' title='Crib'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-7106951052842516148</id><published>2009-06-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:34:35.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies..... Masti...Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, the tittle is borrowed and so is the content of this post..... I am publishing it in public ( NIDHI and SAGAR ) interest... you see i know few people who are not clued in with our most cliche movies and the dialogues that appear in them, which in turn becomes dangerous to their health because certain people take offense to their ignorance of the Bollywood. This one's for them. The dialogues appearing in this mail are not in a chronological order, only how they came to my mind, most of em should have the movie with them but if they don't please again leave a comment so that i can edit later... for the love of movies.. muaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: please add to my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mooche ho to Nathulal jaise ho….warna na ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Shaarabi ; well this is how the conception of this post came to my mind, because this certain someone again didn't know where this was from or if it was a dialogue...so that's the first one im posting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ishq de meree mitra pehchaan kee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; mit javay jadoon zid apnan dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hindi Version: (As said by Katrina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Sachhe Pyar Ka Matlab, Usse Haasil Karna Nahin Hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... this one's from Namaste London.... a movie i recently saw and i love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sara saher mujhe lion ke naam se jaanta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Kaalicharan – the quote that spawned hundreds of ‘Ajit jokes’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Police ne tumhe charon taraf se gher liya hain – apne aap ko kannon ke haawale kar do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – I know – its one of those hackneyed dialogues – but I included it since it was used so many times by this one actor Iftekar, speaking into a meagphone including Don, and many more...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paanch ruapiya bara ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Chalti Ka Naam Gadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Babumoshai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;…. – Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ki..ki…ki…Kiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Darr – The beginning of SRK’s endless hamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mere Paas Maa Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Deewar – One of the very few times perhaps when Amitabh’s co-actor has run away with the better dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogambo khush hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Mr. India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kitne aadmi the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Sholay – I am sure there will be very little arguement on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chal Dhano! Aaj teri Basanti ki izzhat ka saawal hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Sholay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hum jaha pe khade ho jaate hein, line wahi se shuru hoti ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Kaaliya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E lo kar lo baat. Are aisi angrezi ave hain ke I can leave angrez&lt;br /&gt;       behind. I can talk english, I can walk english, I can laugh english,&lt;br /&gt;       because english is a funny language. Bhairon becomes barren and&lt;br /&gt;       barren becomes Bhairon because their minds are very narrow. In the&lt;br /&gt;       year 1929 when India was playing Australia at the melbourne stadium&lt;br /&gt;       Vijay Hazare and Vijay Merchant were at the crease. Vijay Merchant&lt;br /&gt;       told Vijay Hazare. look Vijay Hazare, this is a very prestigious&lt;br /&gt;       match and we must consider it very prestigiously. We must take this&lt;br /&gt;       into consideration, the consideration that this is an important match&lt;br /&gt;       and ultimately this consideration must end in a run.&lt;br /&gt;Ranjeet: O.K., O.K.&lt;br /&gt;Amitabh: In the year 1979 when Pakistan was playing against India at the&lt;br /&gt;       Wankhade stadium Wasim Raja and Wasim Bari were at the crease and&lt;br /&gt;       they took the same consideration. Wasim Raja told Wasim Bari, look&lt;br /&gt;       Wasim Bari, we must consider this consideration and considering that&lt;br /&gt;       this is an important match we must put this consideration into action&lt;br /&gt;       and ultimately score a run. And both of them considered the&lt;br /&gt;       consideration and ran and both of them got out.&lt;br /&gt;Ranjeet: O shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Namakhalal.... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinoreeta… aisi bare bare deshon mein… aisi choti choti batein… hoti rehti hai&lt;/span&gt;- DDLJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaj sham 6 baje maut ke sat appendment hai, apendment enlgish bolta hai - &lt;/span&gt;Agneepath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Naam:Vijay deenanath chauhan..Poora naam, baap ka naam:deena nath chauhan, maa ka naam, suhasini chauhan- Agneepath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don Ko Pakadna Mushkil Hi Nahin, Namumkin Hai&lt;/span&gt; - Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tarikh pe tarik&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;damini(sunny deol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Badman&lt;/span&gt; -Ram Lakhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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- &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aradhna.... n i know Sid would say... "kaka rox re"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chaint khuli ke mainth khuli ki chaint- &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Satte pe satta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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cheez nahi, haath kat jaaye toh khoon nikal aata hai’ - &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chaalbaz.... originally from some Raajkumar movie but figures in chalbaaz 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Humaara naam Soorma Bhoopali aise 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hai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ye haath hamain de de thakur!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kuttey.. Main tera Khoon pee jaunga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Daaam jo tum Chaho, Kaam Jo main chahoon... all from sholay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="cmtinfo"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Rishtey main to hum tumharey baap hotey hain, Naam hai Shenshah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mein Viren ko Panch saal se janti hun……&lt;br /&gt;Mein to unko taab se janti hu jaab se Mein panch saal ki thi!!&lt;br /&gt;Lamhe (Best Dialogue FilmFare award for 1991)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Appke pare bahut khoobsurat hain, inhe zameen par mat rakhiyega , maile ho jaayenge - Rajkumar in Pakeezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chal Hata Sawan ki Ghata, Khaal Khuja Batti buja ke soja nintukle pintukle, Vanti pe khadeli he banti baja rahi hai baar baar ghanti kulla mila ke paschim ko palatle… Bahut ho gaya phut le vat le…Chal jaa yaha se … Hawa ande yaar….” - Deewana Mastana govinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent movie, thoda sound de na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu sad sad kyon hai, happy-sad kyon nahi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum sad kyun hote hain? Kyonki mann bhaari hai, heavy heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann kab heavy, heavy hota hai? Jab mann ko koi hurt karta hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann ko kon itna hurt kar sakta hai? Jo mann ke very very close hota hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann ke very very close kon hota hai? Jiske sang mann very very happy feel karta hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy tha, isliye sad hai na, So be happy-sad not sad-sad!”&lt;/span&gt;- Cheenikum, sexy to amitabh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:trebuchet 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mujhe parivartan pasand nahi mr.Aryan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitabh in Mohabbattein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mere do do baap”&lt;/span&gt; – Gopi Kishan (Sunil Shetty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eggjactly&lt;/span&gt; – Javed Jafferi, Salaam Namasthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacche Ki Jaan Lega Kya –&lt;/span&gt; Akshay Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frienship mein no sorry, no thank you –&lt;/span&gt; salman khan, maine pyar kiya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saif: jo pyar kamyab ho uske baare mein baat karne ki zaroorat nahi hoti, aur jo pyar na kamyab ho uske baare mei baat karne ka faayda nahi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviewer: aur jo pyar adhura reh jaye woh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saif: sacha pyar kabhi adhura nahi rehta, ek na ek din usse poora hona hi hota hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviewer: to aapki zindagi mein toh bahut se pyar aaye honge&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saif: aya toh ek hi par aaya bahut baar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saif: jo pyar kamyab ho uske baare mein baat karne ki zaroorat nahi hoti, aur jo pyar na kamyab ho uske baare mei baat karne ka faayda nahi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviewer: aur jo pyar adhura reh jaye woh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saif: sacha pyar kabhi adhura nahi rehta, ek na ek din usse poora hona hi hota hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviewer: to aapki zindagi mein toh bahut se pyar aaye honge&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saif: aya toh ek hi par aaya bahut baar - Hum Tum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jeet ke haarne wale ko Baazigar kehte hain.. - Baazigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" 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ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-7106951052842516148?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/7106951052842516148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies-mastimagic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/7106951052842516148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Masti...Magic'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-2120216163254919434</id><published>2009-06-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:17:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling so strong.... that lasts for so long.... the worsts ones are those when you do something you never in your wildest dreams thought you'd end up doing.... and the consequences of which leave a life long of regret....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes you do things that are unintentional and uncalled for with people who mean the world to you....&lt;br /&gt;You don't mean to hurt them but you do end up doing the same none the less... I mean that not the plan but what when it does get incorporated in your life... how do you help that&lt;br /&gt;Or for that matter when you entangle your life with someone, you're not suppose to, because when things might end a lot more could be lost....&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bout making decisions... every moment... should i eat, but i am not that hungry, but is it not better if i eat now???? these trivial ones don't matter even when you make a wrong decision... but sometimes, some decisions cause you a life time of thought....&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you can do about it... yeah people say think and do what you do, but if an action is well thought about and then executed its not a mistake....  so what do you do....&lt;br /&gt;say sorry... show that what you did actually is making you feel bad, again does it change things, does it really make a difference ... i mean you will be forgiven, but will it be forgotten... Does it go away.....&lt;br /&gt;Regret is all that you're left with....  a thought all long your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for you whose done it and for the one who went through it, it stays at the back of the mind somewhere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; which comes in the foreground when something  happens... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a dejavu`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-2120216163254919434?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/2120216163254919434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2120216163254919434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2120216163254919434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-4835566698862074806</id><published>2009-06-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:57:51.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometime.... so much more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day I want to say "so much more"... Yah the concept is funny... we all want so much more out of life... we keep striving for it...fighting for it.... praying for it... cribbing for it... dreaming for it...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But how would it be if one day... some day... some time.. you could turn around and say... " but this is ' so much more' than i asked/ dreamt/ wanted ".... how cool would that be ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of us have expectations from people... and somehow they are never met.... and somehow we are always able to find a shortcoming.... what if someday... you get much more out of your expectation... find someone ... sometime... who is ' so much more'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw 27 dresses the other day and i understood the concept of "always a bridesmaid never a bride" in the movie.... but... it does stand for so much more.... I means its a person who wants more out of their life... a person who is stifled and in a position which is not of their choice... but are stuck there...hoping that someday..life will change for them too and they too will be on centre stage ... in limelight...in focus.... and not tailing behind someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The same concept with "Always the best friend, never the girl friend" , this too was in some movie.... i mean who doesn't want to be a good friend... but everyone wants to have that special person in their life... that something more....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling is not restricted to serious matters as these.... these same feelings are radiated on small occassions, when you're feeling blue... and one of your friends unexpectedly reaches out for you.... at times like those you feel you've got so much more than you expected... etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been so long since i last said.... " so much more" for anything .... Hopefully that would change too....&lt;/span&gt; One day... sometime soon I would too say but man " so much more" ...... :-)) :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-4835566698862074806?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/4835566698862074806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometime-so-much-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4835566698862074806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/4835566698862074806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometime-so-much-more.html' title='sometime.... so much more....'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-6357011952057066862</id><published>2009-03-04T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:51:30.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-: a mythical bird of great beauty fabled to live 500 or 600 years in the Arabian wilderness, to burn itself on a funeral pyre, and to rise from its ashes in the freshness of youth and live through another cycle of years: often an emblem of immortality or of reborn idealism or hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-: a person or thing that has become renewed or restored after suffering calamity or apparent annihilation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I as a person have always been very very infatuated by the whole concept and the metaphor the word phoenix applies too...the whole concept of regaining oneself from ashes; from being totally broken and burnt... the concept of a new life from ashes... its all very very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a kid would always say I'm the phoenix when i had to bounce back from some major crisis in my life, yeah major crisis- friends not talking, friends plotting against you, not good enough scores, juvenile infatuation not working out... they did constitute of major crisis... and then we all grow up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though what i also realised, as i grew up, there is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; ability in all of us.. a defense mechanism that enables us to bounce back to life when it messes up... Shit keeps on happening many times in life, sometimes more sometimes less, its easy to bounce back when its trivial, but when its something significant, that's when this inherent ability in us comes to the foreground... and it does with everyone. Many of us momentarily might feel that this is it and we can't go on any more... feel that life has cheated on us... this is not how it was supposed to be.. but then we get up say "what the heck" can't keep moping around, slowly and steadily we get back to life and eventually with a vengeance.... This is the Phoenix ability in all of us...isn't it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a die hard fan of the Harry Potter series, was reading it yet another time, I realised that the Order of Phoenix was not a name of co incidence. When Voldemort was at his peak trying to rule the wizarding world and torturing anyone who went against him, a group of wizards formed the Order to fight him and bring him down, almost a metaphor of people resurrecting out of nothing to attain a height. The Phoenix syndrome as i would call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whats even more fascinating and unprecedented is that in feng shui they use the Phoenix to clean you aura so that you attain fame and heights in whatever you do, and in real  life when you do show the Phoenix ability you show yourself newer heights as a person, which were unimaginable to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So when you fall down and feel you want to give up and can't do no more... close your eyes and look within and you will find your own &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; in you.. Somewhere, waiting to be born again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-6357011952057066862?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/6357011952057066862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/phoenix.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6357011952057066862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/6357011952057066862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZnLed4EiMA/Sa6hGdFb4CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/erdXmN19LH8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-2499832886493902575</id><published>2009-03-03T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:39:19.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shit happens... we all know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; what life is all about... you win some you lose some... there is a lot that you plan... you even try for it.... yearn for it but sometimes life has just something else in store for you... it has a different plan...well that's life...at that moment it sucks because you feel betrayed... you try and seek lots of answers... you evaluate a lot.... there are lots of what ifs... what if i had done this ... what if i had done that.... sometimes you really don't understand why it happened and you are left completely flabbergasted... with the "what the hell" expression... but you still evaluate and in the process...that's when the feeling of self doubt seeps in....you try and ask am i not good enough.... where did i go wrong....you play a blame game and somehow it starts and ends at you....people around you try and tell you its not you...they care...they love...it helps sometimes it doesn't...but that's not whats important...whats important it with every trial..there is a lot more connected.... the time that it takes to heal and come out of the situation... brings with it a lot of change.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;change that makes you, a new you after the healing process is over... the changes that come over a person when the hurt is over...people add to their personality people lose a lot of them behind... many call it the learning process what you have learnt from the whole situation.. and  actually that's what i have been thinking about... before the situation happened you were someone, living a very content and a normal life... you were accepted and appreciated... then is that change that comes about you now, good or bad.... whatever you may gain from the situation is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; good but what about  what you lose... sometimes people take a lot of you with them when they hurt you... is that good too????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so this time when you're hurt or lost to a situation one has to see what you gain as a person or how much have you lost of yourself as a person.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; either of these has to happen no person remains unaffected... not even those who say they are strong ones and say " i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; care a fuck"... unconsciously they get affected in some way if not as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-2499832886493902575?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/2499832886493902575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2499832886493902575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/2499832886493902575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time.html' title='this time'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350139177256224206.post-5245745199495033491</id><published>2009-03-03T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:30:47.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough</title><content type='html'>Trying is about attempting... attempting to walk towards what you want...getting what you want.. lots of songs are made on "trying" ... when the going gets tough tougher gets going... or phrases like never give up... tag lines "just do it" but the big question being.... how long does one try for... i mean what is your limit of trying and attempting... i mean when do you say I've had enough and you stop trying and give up... wait for what life has in store for you... wait how people judge you now, now that you have stop trying... is your extent of trying somewhere interlinked with you ego.... I mean in the sense what people will say if i don't try any further sorts... your ego failing when you give up.... your ego being jolted when people say shit....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know winners are people who have tried a lot... and hence they have won.....they have put in a lot of effort into getting what they wanted... but are those people who tried to their best limit and couldn't get where they wanted to, to be termed as losers... don't they get any respect....i mean they tried too didn't they... they did do their best...is their best not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know ... just few random thoughts that crossed my mind.... its just a question of how important a thing is and how long do you chose to try without letting anyone term you as a failure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350139177256224206-5245745199495033491?l=nchhatwani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/feeds/5245745199495033491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5245745199495033491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350139177256224206/posts/default/5245745199495033491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchhatwani.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-enough.html' title='good enough'/><author><name>namrata chhatwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417216305469703834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-wmw9gg8Os/TmUkOwPjT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/iOXY0fTOvu4/s220/DSC02414.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
