<?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-31920886</id><updated>2011-11-28T03:04:09.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from Lion's Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>bak raha hoon junoon mein kya kya kuch,
kuch na samjhe, Khuda kare koi ...
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"Saying things out of mere ecstasy. Wishing to God, no one understands a thing ..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-2560895310857165614</id><published>2007-06-29T15:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:01:57.262+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peg kee icha uthi hai abhi</title><content type='html'>Hungama kyon hai barpa,&lt;br /&gt;thodii sii jo pee lee hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil mein ek aur peg peene kee icha uthi hai abhi,&lt;br /&gt;kaunsa daroo chadi hai abhi [:D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-2560895310857165614?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/2560895310857165614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=2560895310857165614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2560895310857165614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2560895310857165614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2007/06/peg-kee-icha-uthi-hai-abhi.html' title='Peg kee icha uthi hai abhi'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-1233120490717574673</id><published>2007-06-29T14:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:00:29.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>dil meN ek lehar sii uThii hai abhii</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dil meN ek lehar sii uThii hai abhii&lt;br /&gt;ko’ii taazaa havaa chalii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(lehar : wave)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;shor barpaa hai Khaanaa-e-dil meN&lt;br /&gt;ko’ii diivaar sii girii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Khaanaa-e-dil : in the heart; barpaa : arisen; diivaar : wall)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kuchh to naazuk mizaaj haiN ham bhii&lt;br /&gt;aur ye choT bhii nayii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(naazuk : delicate; mizaaj : temperament; choT : wound; nayii : new)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-242"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bharii duniyaa meN jii nahiiN lagtaa&lt;br /&gt;jaane kis chiiz kii kamii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tuu shariik-e-suKhan nahiiN hai to kyaa&lt;br /&gt;ham-suKhan terii Khaamoshii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(shariik-e-suKhan : participant in conversation; ham-suKhan : in conversation)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yaad ke be-nishaaN jaziiroN se&lt;br /&gt;terii aavaaz aa rahii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(be-nishaaN : without any trace; jaziiraa : island)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;shahr ke be-chiraaGh galiiyoN meN&lt;br /&gt;zindagii tujh ko DhuuNDhtii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(be-chiraaGh : without lamps; galii : lane)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so gaye log us havelii ke&lt;br /&gt;ek khiRkii magar khulii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(havelii : mansion; khiRkii : window)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tum to yaaro abhii se uTh baiThe&lt;br /&gt;shahr meN raat jaagtii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;vaqt achchhaa bhii aayegaa ‘Nasir’&lt;br /&gt;Gham na kar zindagii paRii hai abhii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasir Kazmi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-1233120490717574673?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/1233120490717574673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=1233120490717574673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/1233120490717574673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/1233120490717574673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2007/06/dil-men-ek-lehar-sii-uthii-hai-abhii.html' title='dil meN ek lehar sii uThii hai abhii'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-2450313107193290023</id><published>2007-03-24T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:09:25.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure hindi translations</title><content type='html'>CRICKET : Gol guttam lakad battam de danadan pratiyogita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRICKET TEST MATCH : Pakad dandu, maar mandu, de danaadan pratiyogita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABLE TENNIS : Lakdi ke phalak shetra pe le takaatak de takaatak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWN TENNIS : Harit Ghaas par le tada tad, de tada tad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT BULB : Vidyut Prakashak Kanch golak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIE : Kanth Langoti....(best one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATCH BOX : Ragdampatti Agni Utpaadan Peti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAFFIC SIGNAL : Aavat Jaavat Suchak Jhandaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEA : Dugdh Jal Mishrit Sharkara Yukt Parvatiya(pahaadi) Booti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAIN : Sahasra Chakra Louh Path Gaamini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ROUTE PASS : Yatr Tatr Sarvatr Gaman Aagya Patr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY SIGNAL : Loh Path Gamini Suchak Yantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY SIGNAL : Agni Rath Aava Gaman Soochak Pattika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY SIGNAL : Louh path gaamini aawagaman suchak yantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAILWAY STATION : Bhabhka Adda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTON : Ast Vyast Vastra Niyantrak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSQUITO : Gunjanhaari Manav Rakt Pipasu Jeev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIGERETTE : Shwet patra mandit dhumra shalakha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-2450313107193290023?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/2450313107193290023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=2450313107193290023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2450313107193290023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2450313107193290023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-hindi-translations.html' title='Pure hindi translations'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-7625063709915988141</id><published>2007-03-24T12:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:25:52.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>थोडीसी शायरी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;These are just compiled here. None of them is written by me, but all of them are highly admired by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Girte hain sheh-sawar hi maidan-e-jung mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Woh tifl kya gire jo ghutnon ke bal chala karte hain. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Murde dil bhi kya khaak jiya karte hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tifl means handicaped - a person without legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Hum ubalte hain,  to bhoochal ubal jaate hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hum machalte hain, to toofan machal jaate hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Humko badalne kee koshish mat karna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kyonki hum badalte hain to itihaas badal jaate hain" - Ahustosh Rana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Din ke kissi kone mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Odh kar raat ki chaadar&lt;br /&gt;Taare ginne ki prakriya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan aadhaar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahin ban sakti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaron ki jhilmilati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maala bunna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur us maala ko&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj ka gehna banane ki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek cheshtha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmit nahin kar sakti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek nayaa bramhaand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur na hi jhuthlaa sakta hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iss sansaar ka tathya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Kuch kar guzarne Ki lalsa,&lt;br /&gt;Aur kuch na kar pane Ki kashmakash,&lt;br /&gt;Hilla deti hai, Aap ka vishwaas, Aap ka astitva.&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi jung jaari hai. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Khali shishe bhi nishaan rakhte hain...&lt;br /&gt;Tute hue dil bhi armaan rakhte hai...&lt;br /&gt;Joh khaamoshi se guzar jaye,&lt;br /&gt;woh dariya bhi dil me toofan rakhte hain."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Tum piyoo aur peetey raho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;woh kya jaane peene ka saroor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;unki kasam ki baat kyun karte ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aur karte ho apna nasha kafoor. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"   unhonne apni kasam deke peena chuda diya&lt;br /&gt;khambaqt doston ne unki kasam deke phir se pila diya "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"   Dard ko bhi ab dard hone laga,&lt;br /&gt;dard khud apane jakham dhone laga,&lt;br /&gt;dard paa kar hum naa roye kabhi,&lt;br /&gt;dard humko paa kar ke rone laga."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"   Tufano mein Kashti ko Kinaare bhi milte hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan mein Logone ko Sahaare bhi milte hai,&lt;br /&gt;Duniyan mein sabse Pyari hai Zindagi,&lt;br /&gt;kuch log Zindagi se bhi Pyaare milte hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"   phir ussi rahguzar par, shayad&lt;br /&gt;phir ussi rahguzar par, shayad&lt;br /&gt;hum kabhi mil sakein, magar shayad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan-pehchaan se bhi kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;jaan-pehchaan se bhi kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi aie dost, gaur kar, shayad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntazir jinke hum rahe, unko&lt;br /&gt;muntazir jinke hum rahe,&lt;br /&gt;unko mil gaye aur humsafar, shayad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo bhi bichde hain, kab mile hain&lt;br /&gt;jo bhi bichde hain, kab mile hain&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi tu intezaar kar, shayad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"   aadmi bulbula hai paani ka,&lt;br /&gt;aur paani kee behti sach hai barf,&lt;br /&gt;tootta bhi hia, doobta bhi hai&lt;br /&gt;phir ubharta hai, phirse behta hia,&lt;br /&gt;na samandar nigal saka isko, naa tareekh tod paayi hai&lt;br /&gt;waqt kee mauz pe sada behta,&lt;br /&gt;admi bulbula hai paani ka ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahan ghar mein kaun hai muntazir,&lt;br /&gt; ki ho fikar dar sawar ki.&lt;br /&gt;badi mukhtasir si ye raat hay,&lt;br /&gt;issay chandani mein guzaar do.&lt;br /&gt;Koi baat karni hay chaand say,&lt;br /&gt;kisi shaakhsaar ki oot mein&lt;br /&gt;Mujhey raastey mein yaheen kaheen,&lt;br /&gt;kisi kunj-e-Gul mein uttaar do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiye fakir, hai tere bahon mein itna dam,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to is masjid ko hila ke dikha;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;warna aa baith, le ik jam,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aur is masjid ko hilta hua dekh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rafiqon(friends) se Rakeeb(enemies) achhe,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jo jal kar naam lete hain;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gulon(flowers) se Khar(thorns) behtar hai,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jo daman tham lete hain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh bhi khub parda hai, jo chilman se lage baithe ho,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;samne aate bhi nahin, saaf chupte bhi nahin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mushkilen dilon ke irade aazmati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Khwabon ke parde nigaho se hatati hain.&lt;br /&gt;Girkar hosla mat haar,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh thokarein hi tujhe chalna sikhati hain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ajeeb cheez hai dastan-e-mohabbat;&lt;br /&gt;Kaho to haqeeqat, suno to fasana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shairee kya hai? dilhi jasbat ka izhaar hai,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dil agar bekar to shairee bekar hai."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-7625063709915988141?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/7625063709915988141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=7625063709915988141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/7625063709915988141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/7625063709915988141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='थोडीसी शायरी'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-5322128334629824872</id><published>2007-03-16T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:31:22.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>B'day mathematics</title><content type='html'>I never thought that mathematics can be prove, how much closely 4 people are in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;here is the true case that happened with me.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil = me,&lt;br /&gt;Kriti = Nikhil's wife,&lt;br /&gt;Gurudev = Himanshu = Nikhil's mentor/Big B,&lt;br /&gt;Anu Ma'm = Himanshu's wife = Our most precious gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple but amazing b'day mathematics (Rishta kya hai tera mera??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kriti's b'day - nikhil's b'day = anu ma'm b'day&lt;br /&gt;ie&lt;br /&gt;19 - 3 = 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;kriti's b'day + nikhil's b'day = gurudev b'day&lt;br /&gt;ie&lt;br /&gt;19 + 3 = 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas months yaad karne hote hain. so wo generally koi bhoolta nahi hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab months kee bhi mathematics lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil's b'day month = anu ma'm month + gurudev month&lt;br /&gt;ie&lt;br /&gt;august (8) = march (3) + may (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekha kahan tak ka rishta hai hamara n aapka ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere sang sang,&lt;br /&gt;aaya teri yaadon ka mela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-5322128334629824872?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/5322128334629824872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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You can see them doing all the bad things, be it spoiling cricket pitches, beating up loving couples and so on. Where is this so called Sena, what does it do to help build the nation, or to even help build "their" so-called Maharashtra/Mumbai. My advise to these idiots is to first go and take some moral lessons in some ashram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being an Indian, boast of how diverse and varied peoples in my country stay together, share joys and pains together. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unity in Diversity&lt;/span&gt;, isn't this what we Indians are?? I still believe that they love each other, beyond their place of origin, caste, color and creed. Then there are people like Thackeray(s) (here i mean the both, Bal and Raj) who speak totally rubbish, trying to bring the unity of country down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings so much shame to me. I don't know what material these shameless sainiks are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments like (Biharion ke kaan ke neeche bajayenge, subah, dopahar aur shaam!!) reflects there mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that people residing/or coming from Maharashtra should also be ashamed of such persons. And I'm sure if they are ashamed of such so called leaders of theirs, they should vote them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wipe out these Sena(s) of morons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of word Sainik itself, brings feeling of hatred and disgust these days. THe real meaning of Sainik, these so called morons, will never understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its high time now, and I hope soon these Sena(s) will be wiped out. They are just sons of dirt, and thats what they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To damn with you Thackeray(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly condemn the words and doings of these Sena(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-6684054260909639911?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/6684054260909639911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=6684054260909639911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/6684054260909639911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Anyways, hope it inspires, again and again, me and all those who come across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall overcome, we shall overcome&lt;br /&gt;we shall overcome  some day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe&lt;br /&gt;we shall overcome some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll walk hand in hand, we'll walk hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;we'll walk hand in hand, some day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe&lt;br /&gt;we'll walk hand in hand, some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not afraid, we are not afraid,&lt;br /&gt;we are not afraid, today&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe&lt;br /&gt;we are not afraid, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace,&lt;br /&gt;we shall live in peace, some day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe&lt;br /&gt;we shall live in peace, some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Hindi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम होंगे कामयाब, हम होंगे कामयाब,&lt;br /&gt;हम होंगे कामयाब, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;ओह, मन में है विस्वास, पुरा है विस्वास&lt;br /&gt;हम होंगे कामयाब, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम चलेंगे साथ साथ, डाले हाथों में हाथ&lt;br /&gt;हम चलेंगे साथ साथ, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;ओह, मन में है विस्वास, पुरा है विस्वास&lt;br /&gt;हम चलेंगे साथ साथ, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नहीं डर किसीका आज, नहीं-है भय किसीका आज&lt;br /&gt;नहीं डर किसीका आज, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;ओह, मन में है विस्वास, पुरा है विस्वास&lt;br /&gt;नहीं दर किसीका आज, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;होगी शांति चारों ओर, होगी शांति चारों ओर,&lt;br /&gt;होगी शांति चारों ओर, एक दिन&lt;br /&gt;ओह, मन में है विस्वास, पुरा है विस्वास&lt;br /&gt;होगी शांति चारों ओर, एक दिन&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-3105477044026891611?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-6823681791761313999</id><published>2006-12-12T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:37:25.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Versus 'Star'</title><content type='html'>The body of Major Manish Pitambare, who was   shot dead at Anantnag,&lt;br /&gt;was cremated with full military honours at Thane on   Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On   Tuesday a news swept across all the news channels 'Sanjay Datt&lt;br /&gt;relieved by   the court'. 'Sirf Munna Not a bhai' '13 saal ka vanvaas&lt;br /&gt;khatam' 'alhough   found guilty for possession of armory, Sanjay can&lt;br /&gt;breath sigh of relief as   all the TADA charges against him are&lt;br /&gt;withdrawn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And   then many experts like Salman khan saying 'He is a good person.&lt;br /&gt;We knew he   will come out clean' Mr. Big B 'Datt family and our&lt;br /&gt;family have relations for   years he's a good kid. He is like elder&lt;br /&gt;brother to abhishek'. His sister   priya Datt 'we can sleep well&lt;br /&gt;tonight…it's a great relief'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              In other news, Parliament was mad at Indian team for&lt;br /&gt;performing bad; Greg   chapel said something …..; Bomb scare in&lt;br /&gt;gorakhpoor express; and Shah   Rukh Khan replaces Big B in KBC and&lt;br /&gt;Sonia asked PM to consider reducing   petroleum prices (I wonder who's&lt;br /&gt;the PM …anyways that is not the topic   so leave it…) But most of the&lt;br /&gt;emphasis was given on Sanjay Datt's   "phoenix like" comeback from the&lt;br /&gt;ashes of terrorist charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Surfing through the channels, one news on BBC startled&lt;br /&gt;me, it read,   Hisbul Mujahidin's Most wanted terrorist 'Sohel Faisal'&lt;br /&gt;killed in anantnag,   India. Indian Major leading the operation lost&lt;br /&gt;his life in the process. Four   others are injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              It was past midnight, I started visiting the Indian&lt;br /&gt;channels, the ones who   are 'Sabse TEZ', but Sanjubaba was still&lt;br /&gt;ruling. They were telling How   Sanjubaba pleaded to the court saying&lt;br /&gt;'I am the sole bread earner for my   family' 'I have a daughter who is&lt;br /&gt;studying in US who will look after her'.   And then they showed how&lt;br /&gt;sanjubaba was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while   he was hearing&lt;br /&gt;the verdict. Also how he went to every temple and prayed for   last&lt;br /&gt;some months. A suspect in Mumbai bomb blasts, convicted under armory&lt;br /&gt;act…..was being made into a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Sure Sanjubaba has a daughter; sure sanjubaba did not do&lt;br /&gt;any terrorist thing   as in bombing some place or hijacking an&lt;br /&gt;airplane etc. Possessing an AK47 is   considered too elementary in&lt;br /&gt;terrorist community and also one who possesses   an AK47 has a right&lt;br /&gt;to possess a pistol so that again is not such a big   crime; Sure&lt;br /&gt;sanjubaba went to all the temples; Sure he did a lot of   gandhigiri&lt;br /&gt;but then….., people… please read on…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Major Manish H Pitambare got the information from his&lt;br /&gt;sources about the   terrorists' whereabouts. Wasting no time he&lt;br /&gt;attacked the camp killed the   Hisbul mujahidin's suprimo and in the&lt;br /&gt;process lost his life….. To the   bullets fired from an AK47……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has   a wife and a daughter (just like sanjubaba), age …..18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major   Manish never said 'I have a daughter' …before he took the&lt;br /&gt;decision to   attack the terrorist hide out in the darkest of nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He   never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news   channel covered this since they were too busy hyping a&lt;br /&gt;former drug addict, an   actor in real and reel life, a suspect who's&lt;br /&gt;linked to bomb blasts which   killed hundreds. Their aim was to show&lt;br /&gt;how he defied the TADA charges and   they were so successful that his&lt;br /&gt;conviction in possession of armory had no   meaning. They also&lt;br /&gt;concluded that his parents in heaven must be happy and   proud of&lt;br /&gt;him……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Parents of Major Pitambare are still on this earth and&lt;br /&gt;they have to live rest   of their lives without their beloved son. His&lt;br /&gt;daughter won't ever see her   papa again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Definition of a Star has changed Major… it really has.&lt;br /&gt;So sanjubaba   always has a gun in every one of his movies then in&lt;br /&gt;real life if he has an   AK47 then what's the big deal we are used to&lt;br /&gt;see him with some ammunition   without it he's just a 49yr old hero so&lt;br /&gt;he did it for us…..so that we   feel normal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if   one of the bullets from one of such AK47's took a Real&lt;br /&gt;Star's life   …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sir   bole toh ….. tension nahi leneka. Aapun   ko thoda bura&lt;br /&gt;laga. Apun pure din aapke baarein mein socha. Sach bataun kya   aapun&lt;br /&gt;dukhi matlab ki senty ho gaya isliye ye likha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Baaki sanjubaba…..bole toh… congrats…aapko salmaan bhai&lt;br /&gt;ne   kya certificate diya hai …ekdum raaapchik… kal jab unka case&lt;br /&gt;(haan woich hiran ki shikar wala) aaye toh aap bhi aisaich bolna unke&lt;br /&gt;baarein   mein. Abhi aaj paper mein aaya ki woh parliament   mein&lt;br /&gt;'lagey raho munnabhai' dikhane wale ….us din dekhna   bhai…… pure&lt;br /&gt;parliament mein sab saarein sansad honge. koi   walk out nahi karega&lt;br /&gt;par bhai uska koi gurantee nahi hai kya pata   …..agar hamare sansad&lt;br /&gt;indian cricket team ke selection pe lad   padein?..... . Kya bhaai&lt;br /&gt;point hain naa ?  AAre haan apun ko yaad aaya   ….woh sansad pe hamla&lt;br /&gt;karnewala koi afzal tha ….use abhi fasi hui   …ya nahi hui …..jaane do&lt;br /&gt;apun ko kya…… kuch log   marein ….. sansad ko bachatein hue …but bhai&lt;br /&gt;unki daughters toh india mein hich sikhti hain naa aapke jaise amerika&lt;br /&gt;mein nahi toh tension nahi   leneka………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sorry   major, wo kya hai naa logon ko shudh hindi samztich nahi&lt;br /&gt;aajkal bole toh   logon ka hriday parivartan hone ke liye aisahich&lt;br /&gt;likhna padta hai. But   major….. ab ye kaise hoga aaapun ko nahi pata&lt;br /&gt;log boley saala lagey   raho dekhke puri janta ab change hoegi koi&lt;br /&gt;rastein mein nahi thukega   ….. koi zhut nahi bolega koi kisi ko&lt;br /&gt;pareshaan nahi karega desh mein   gandhigiri aayegi…. par major apun&lt;br /&gt;ko doubt hai….. pata hain kyon   ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; …..   rang de basanti aayi thi tab bhi log aisehich kuch toh bolein they…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally   Sir, to my generation there is no greater hero than one who&lt;br /&gt;laid his life in   the name of this great nation. Hence Sir, I salute&lt;br /&gt;you. You are the real   Star, Vande mataram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-6823681791761313999?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/6823681791761313999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=6823681791761313999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/6823681791761313999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/6823681791761313999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/12/star-versus-star.html' title='Star Versus &apos;Star&apos;'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-5572661691037295592</id><published>2006-10-04T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:48:49.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we Indians for or in against of terrorism??</title><content type='html'>This question crossed me today, or had been troubling me a lot for couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that finally verdict has been given by Supreme Court of India, that Afzal responsible for carrying out terrorist attack near premises of Our Parliament, has been given a death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that finally law and order was capable of bringing culprit to justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't took much long and political parties already stole my happiness regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that India is really not against terrorism. How come political parties and govt. of India waste so much time on discussing whether Afzal needs to be punished or not. I wonder why is this happening. India is not yet developed country, there are so much responsible tasks to be finished first, but still those tasks never come in focus of the ruling party. It feels like that they had nothing better work to do and just need to bring up some silly issue for talk at coffee time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack on the Parliament is a direct attack on the country. If the Afzal is given forgiveness, it will reflect that all the terrorist attacks that had happened on Indian soil can also get away. &lt;br /&gt;No country in the world will forgive anyone for attack on their Parliament. Why aren't the people of India also united against Afzal being granted forgiveness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that if that attack on Parliament would have had seen some casualities in the political parties, then these parties would have had realised how dreadful attack it was. The brave heros who sacrificed their lives to defend and keep their ministers safe, did all this for waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one even think of forgiving Afzal? I really don't see a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people who are trying to get Afzal are really in the favour of terrorism in India. It doesn't matters to them what is the terrorist act like, where it was carried and who were all in danger. They just don't have enough brains to think deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack on Parliament could have had led country into real political trouble, with all the ministers being killed in the attack. That was the motive of carrying out the terrorist attack, and if the govt. of India can't see this. I believe they are nothing more, than just a group of morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving a person responsible for carring out terrorist attack in the heart of the country and right under the nose of the govt. of India, would reflect that we are not united against terrorism in India. It would be a shame for us, and atleast I will feel really embarrased that we Indians haven't had enough guts and courage to stand up against terrorism. All the peace talks and war against terror talks made my govt. of India are nothing, they should mean nothing to the people of India also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be kept on being attacked again and again, and I guess in these situations Gandhigiri is just a foolish thought. You don't need to be non-violent for this long that entire population of India vanishes. Its good that one starts with non-violence and peace loving ways of tackling the problem, but if that hasn't had helped at all its better to fight it with force. Or else are we Indians just impotent and eunuchs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and hope that Afzal is hanged till death. I would have had preferred hanging him right infront of the Parliament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-5572661691037295592?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/5572661691037295592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=5572661691037295592' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/5572661691037295592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/5572661691037295592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-we-indians-for-or-in-against-of.html' title='Are we Indians for or in against of terrorism??'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-2514928651502392578</id><published>2006-10-02T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:20:34.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd October is Lal Bahadur Shastri Birthday and negligence of it</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my previous post Ironical 2nd October 2006, I started to think more deeply into the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my mind very annoying and disgusting thoughts about govt. of India, mostly Congress. As Congress has ruled us for more than 50 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today is Lal Bahadur Shastri's Birthday on 2nd October. He was the PM of India. Revolutionised the indian Agriculture sector. Gave Jai Jawan, Jai Kissan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there is no single talk about him on this day in media? Why no national daily has publication about him? Not a single advt space containing his photograph and details, so that people can remember him. Just because he was never so much into Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Nehru, we have Children's day. Is there something similar for our President Abdul Kalam?? Will there be one. I doubt. He is greatest president India has ever had. But since he wasn't the chosen one from Congress, they had there own candidate against him. Kalam won't find a similar mention in the books, media and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take for example, Mr. Rajiv Gandhi. On his birthday and death anniversary there would be lots n lots of publications in newspapers, on TV. He was good, but can't be greater than Shastri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take another Gandhi from the family, Mr. Sanjay Gandhi. He is never talked about in media. No publications on him. No one tries to appreciate his deeds. He brought planned cities into the country. Noida is a work from him. Just because he was not at all Congress man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Atal Bihari Vajpayee. He has endlessly given so much to the country. He revolutionised the entire indian Telecom sector. Gave quadralateral highways. Brought IT and business into main streamline of govt. Gave india Nuclear power status. What we see today is mostly what Vajpayee govt did. He showed that what all can be achieved by just putting acts together.&lt;br /&gt;And we know there won't be no single promotion about his work. I guess now I don't need to mention the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that, why only Congress family leaders get recognition. Get space in newspapers. Time on TV media. Congress ruled and kept everyone in the dark from starting, and has never tried and attempted to bring true historical facts infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons, why people like me are not aware of the history other than Congress history. Not because I haven't attempted to learn history. Well I never attempted to learn history, but then Congress based history filled my childhood history books so much, that I only know of is theirs. And even now, when I forget something, I'm again reminded of the same history by media. Still there is no attempt to bring story and history of other gems of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how Indian citizens could have been fooled for so long by just Gandhi family. Ofcourse Mahatma Gandhi doesn't belongs to this family. He would have never thought that something  like this would be done by Congress. Congress used the name of Gandhi to capture votebank. As one scene in Lage Raho Munnabhai says that children of Mahatma Gandhi are Indira Gandhi and so on. That is mostly what goes to the very unaware society of india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its time now to wake up, and start getting our own facts clear. And try to impart the complete and true information to others. Else Congress will keep playing the same old game of theirs "To be in power, its best to keep society illiterate and unaware". Feels like that we indians have given ruling authority to just one family. We had already started to see that one day Rahul Gandhi will become PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-2514928651502392578?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/2514928651502392578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=2514928651502392578' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2514928651502392578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/2514928651502392578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-october-is-lal-bahadur-shastri.html' title='2nd October is Lal Bahadur Shastri Birthday and negligence of it'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-4957694606563137514</id><published>2006-10-02T16:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:43:38.007+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironical 2nd October, 2006</title><content type='html'>India is celebrating 'Gandhigiri'. Word coined from latest bollywood Lage Raho Munnabhai. All over the media, tv channels and even on everybody's tongue is the word gandhigiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Happy Gandhigiri on the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi as all know was a peace and non-violence loving legend. He talked about using truth, non-violence as weapons to attain freedom, and to attain success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, today is also the festival of Dussehra. The legend underlying the celebration, as also its mode of conduct, vary vastly by region; however, all festivities celebrate the victory of the forces of Good over Evil. It is also considered to be an auspicious day to begin new things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in ancient times, as in Ramayana and Mahabharata, the ultimate win of good over evil was achieved by weapons. Weapons which were certainly not non-violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt' it ironical that two extreme philosophies are celebrated today? What a coincidence!! This won't happen again in near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is more philosophical context that God wants to send to us on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That although we praise Gandhi for his non-violence movement. It should also be kept in mind that ultimate win of good over evil is achieved by force and weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Lord Rama and Lord Krishna weren't wise enough to use non-violence in those days. Certainly Bapu can't be wiser than them, and free India by using just non-violence.&lt;br /&gt;We should give due to other freedom fighters also who have sacrificed their lives for freedom of India. No one celebrates and remember the b'day of Bhagat Singh, Bose and others. Why?? Why doesn't the govt. observes a single day devoted to these freedom fighters as national holiday. If govt. can't put national holidays for all these freedom fighters; atleast one day from history can be chosen for a national holiday dedicated to freedom fighters who used weapons and force to throw  Brits out of the country. It can be anyday, day of jallianwalah bagh incident, day of first struggle of freedom fight and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhigiri is fine, but it shouldn't be over hyped. It has been already hyped so much by Congress party. Which used it to capture vote bank; and never truly understood the Gandhian concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy Dusshera (Happy Warriors Day); and Happy Gandhigiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we are able to go into more deeper side of the irony of the day; and give due respect and regard for both gandhians and warriors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-4957694606563137514?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/4957694606563137514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=4957694606563137514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/4957694606563137514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/4957694606563137514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ironical-2nd-october-2006.html' title='Ironical 2nd October, 2006'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-805644124706360789</id><published>2006-09-04T13:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:55:17.521+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Policy making</title><content type='html'>Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Each time a monkeytries to climb the ladder, all the other monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious, but, undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder. All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has noidea why. However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him. This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of themattempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why."AND THAT'S HOW MANY COMPANY'S and COUNTRY POLICIES GET ESTABLISHED".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-805644124706360789?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/805644124706360789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=805644124706360789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/805644124706360789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/805644124706360789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/09/policy-making.html' title='Policy making'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-5069466438926222640</id><published>2006-09-04T13:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:53:09.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not important to make the right decision but it is important to make the decision right ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sir Ernest Rutherford, President of the Royal Academy, and recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physics, related the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some time ago I received a call from a colleague. He was about to give a student a zero for his answer to a physics question, while the student claimed a perfect score. The instructor and the student agreed to an impartial arbiter, and I was selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the examination question: "Show how it is possible to determine the height of a tall building with the aid of a barometer."&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","  The student had answered: &amp;quot;Take the barometer to the top of the building,attach a long rope to it, lower it to the street, and then bring it up, measuring the length of the rope. The length of the rope is the height of the building.&amp;quot;  The student really had a strong case for full credit since he had really answered the question completely and correctly! On the other hand, if full credit were given, it\n could well contribute to a high grade in his physics course and certify competence in physics, but the answer did not confirm this. I suggested that the student have another try. I gave the student six minutes to answer the question with the warning that the answer should show some knowledge of physics.  At the end of five minutes, he hadn\'t written anything. I asked if he wished to give up, but he said he had many answers to this problem; he was just thinking of the best one. I excused myself for interrupting him and asked him to please go on. In the next minute, he dashed off his answer, which read: &amp;quot;Take the barometer to the top of the building and lean over the edge of the roof. Drop the barometer, timing its fall with a stopwatch.  Then, using the formula x\u003d0.5*a*t^2, calculate the height of the building.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At this point, I asked my colleague if he would give up. He conceded, and gave\n the student almost full credit. While leaving my colleague\'s office, I recalled that the student had said that he had other answers to the problem, so I asked him what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said the student, &amp;quot;there are many ways of getting the height of a tall building with the aid of a barometer. For example, you could take the barometer out on a sunny day and measure the height of the barometer, the length of its shadow, and the length of the shadow of the building, and by the use of simple proportion, determine the height of the building.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fine,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;and others?&amp;quot;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student had answered: "Take the barometer to the top of the building,attach a long rope to it, lower it to the street, and then bring it up, measuring the length of the rope. The length of the rope is the height of the building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student really had a strong case for full credit since he had really answered the question completely and correctly! On the other hand, if full credit were given, it could well contribute to a high grade in his physics course and certify competence in physics, but the answer did not confirm this. I suggested that the student have another try. I gave the student six minutes to answer the question with the warning that the answer should show some knowledge of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of five minutes, he hadn't written anything. I asked if he wished to give up, but he said he had many answers to this problem; he was just thinking of the best one. I excused myself for interrupting him and asked him to please go on. In the next minute, he dashed off his answer, which read: "Take the barometer to the top of the building and lean over the edge of the roof. Drop the barometer, timing its fall with a stopwatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, using the formula x=0.5*a*t^2, calculate the height of the building."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At this point, I asked my colleague if he would give up. He conceded, and gave the student almost full credit. While leaving my colleague's office, I recalled that the student had said that he had other answers to the problem, so I asked him what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the student, "there are many ways of getting the height of a tall building with the aid of a barometer. For example, you could take the barometer out on a sunny day and measure the height of the barometer, the length of its shadow, and the length of the shadow of the building, and by the use of simple proportion, determine the height of the building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," I said, "and others?"&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","  &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said the student, &amp;quot;there is a very basic measurement method you will like. In this method, you take the barometer and begin to walk up the stairs. As you climb the stairs, you mark off the length of the barometer along the wall. You then count the number of marks, and his will give you the height of the building in barometer units.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;A very direct method.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Of\n course. If you want a more sophisticated method, you can tie the barometer to the end of a string, swing it as a pendulum, and determine the value of g [gravity] at the street level and at the top of the building.  From the difference between the two values of g, the height of the building, in principle, can be calculated.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;On this same tack, you could take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to just above the street, and then swing it as a pendulum. You could then calculate the height of the building by the period of the precession&amp;quot;.  &amp;quot;Finally,&amp;quot; he concluded, &amp;quot;there are many other ways of solving the problem.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Probably the best,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;is to take the barometer to the basement and knock on the superintendent\'s door. When the superintendent answers, you speak to him as follows: \'Mr. Superintendent, here is a fine barometer. If you will tell me the height of the building, I will give you this\n barometer.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At this point, I asked the student if he really did not know the conventional answer to this question. He admitted that he did, but said that he was fed up with high school and college instructors trying to teach him how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the student was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Neils Bohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the student, "there is a very basic measurement method you will like. In this method, you take the barometer and begin to walk up the stairs. As you climb the stairs, you mark off the length of the barometer along the wall. You then count the number of marks, and his will give you the height of the building in barometer units."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A very direct method."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. If you want a more sophisticated method, you can tie the barometer to the end of a string, swing it as a pendulum, and determine the value of g [gravity] at the street level and at the top of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the difference between the two values of g, the height of the building, in principle, can be calculated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On this same tack, you could take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to just above the street, and then swing it as a pendulum. You could then calculate the height of the building by the period of the precession".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally," he concluded, "there are many other ways of solving the problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably the best," he said, "is to take the barometer to the basement and knock on the superintendent's door. When the superintendent answers, you speak to him as follows: 'Mr. Superintendent, here is a fine barometer. If you will tell me the height of the building, I will give you this barometer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At this point, I asked the student if he really did not know the conventional answer to this question. He admitted that he did, but said that he was fed up with high school and college instructors trying to teach him how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the student was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Neils Bohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;The Nobel Prize in Physics 1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vijay Tyagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; \n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t&lt;hr /&gt; \nHere\'s a new way to find what you\'re looking for - &lt;a&gt;Yahoo! Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\nSend FREE SMS to your friend\'s mobile from Yahoo! Messenger Version 8. &lt;a&gt;Get it NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  \n\n    \n    &lt;span&gt;__._,_.___&lt;/span&gt;\n    \n    &lt;div&gt;\n      &lt;span&gt;\n        &lt;a&gt;\n          Messages in this topic        &lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;)\n      &lt;/span&gt;\n              &lt;a&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  lang="EN" &gt;The Nobel Prize in Physics 1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-5069466438926222640?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/5069466438926222640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=5069466438926222640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/5069466438926222640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/5069466438926222640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-not-important-to-make-right.html' title='It is not important to make the right decision but it is important to make the decision right ...'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115562382213233000</id><published>2006-08-15T09:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:41:48.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekla Chalo re 'Walk Alone'</title><content type='html'>Oh, what an inspiring words from our Nobel laureate  Guru Rabindranath Tagoreji - Ekla chalo re (walk alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is again asking to walk alone to fight the evils of corruption, poverty, illiteracy, terrorism, racial discriminations and so on. It would have been so much better, if we could have walked together for such things, but seems like always someone has to lead the way, as Netaji did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that these evils will vanish on their own from the globe, everyone of us has to walk alone and try changing things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we really independent, is the world free? Can we honestly say that India has attained freedom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind and Ekla chalo re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:navy;"  &gt;Original Bengali  Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Jodi Tor Dak Soone Keu Na  Asse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Tobe Ekla Chalo  re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Ekla Chalo Ekla Chalo Ekla  Chalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jodi Keu Katha Na Kai Ore Ore O  Abhaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Jodi Sabai Thake Mukh Firae  Sabai Kare Bhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Tabe Paran  Khule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;O Tui Mukh Fute Tor Maner  Katha Ekla Balo re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jodi Sabai Fire Jai Ore Ore O  Abhaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Jodi Gahan Pathe Jabar Kale  Keu Feere Na Chay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Tobe Pather  Kanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;O Tui Rakta Makha Charan  Tale Ekla Dalo re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jodi Alo Na Dhare Ore Ore O  Abhaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Jodi Jharr Badale Andhar  Rate Duar Deay Ghare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Tobe  Bajranale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Apaan Buker Panjar  Jaliey Nieye Ekla Jalo re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:navy;"  &gt;English  Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;If they answer not to thy call walk  alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walk alone, thy walk  alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the  wall,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O thou of evil luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;open thy  mind and speak out alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the  wilderness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;O thou of evil  luck,&lt;br /&gt;trample the thorns under thy tread,&lt;br /&gt;and along the blood-lined track  travel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;If they do not hold up the light when the night is  troubled with storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O thou of evil luck,&lt;br /&gt;with the thunder flame of  pain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;ignite thy own heart and let it burn  alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-115562382213233000?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/115562382213233000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=115562382213233000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115562382213233000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115562382213233000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/08/ekla-chalo-re-walk-alone.html' title='Ekla Chalo re &apos;Walk Alone&apos;'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115515666337729662</id><published>2006-08-09T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:51:03.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me</title><content type='html'>I don't know what could be title for these lines, I wrote on 6.10.2004. Well whatever, it can be, now the time has passed, so atleast 'Don't ask me' the proper title :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not begging you to like me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really even asking you.&lt;br /&gt;But, isn't it alright,&lt;br /&gt;If I cherish that hope in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;If I dream of just holding your hand?&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt me - not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep my eyes from shining,&lt;br /&gt;when they see you.&lt;br /&gt;I promise,&lt;br /&gt;I will not try not to smile a special smile,&lt;br /&gt;When you say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, please,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me,&lt;br /&gt;Not to like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Raj 'Akeyla'                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-115515666337729662?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/115515666337729662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=115515666337729662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115515666337729662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115515666337729662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-ask-me.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115515619273006151</id><published>2006-08-09T23:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:43:12.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time ...</title><content type='html'>These are words, I wrote on 28.7.2004. Once upon a time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time, the delicate tenderness of her touch,&lt;br /&gt;covered the empty loneliness of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the breeze of her hairs,&lt;br /&gt;caressed the empty loneliness of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the soft tenderness of her skin,&lt;br /&gt;gave energy to the dying cells of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the lovable presence of her skin,&lt;br /&gt;brought glow to the dying cells of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the caring soul of hers,&lt;br /&gt;brought life to the fading soul underneath my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the loving soul of hers,&lt;br /&gt;brought love and life to the fading soul underneath my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once upon a time, a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was alive from my body, mind and soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Raj 'Akeyla'                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-115515619273006151?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/115515619273006151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=115515619273006151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115515619273006151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115515619273006151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time ...'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115477531608026556</id><published>2006-08-05T13:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:55:16.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes about Pappu and Teacher</title><content type='html'>Got few jokes about Pappu on internet, thought of putting them here. Enjoy and laugh :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "HIJKLMNO! "!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Yesterday you said it's H to O !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Correct. Now, class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : PAPPU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, how do you spell "crocodile"?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, give me a sentence starting with "I".&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, PAPPU. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "Can anybody give an example of "COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree,&lt;br /&gt;but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish&lt;br /&gt;him?"&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : "Because George still had the axe in his hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER : No. Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots !&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair just like that at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his ?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: No, teacher, it's the same dog !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;PAPPU: A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-115477531608026556?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/115477531608026556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=115477531608026556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115477531608026556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115477531608026556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/08/jokes-about-pappu-and-teacher.html' title='Jokes about Pappu and Teacher'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115438096807438480</id><published>2006-08-01T00:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:40:07.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is UN sleeping over Israel - Lebanon?</title><content type='html'>Nearly couple of weeks have gone by, and there seems to be no ceasefire between Israel and Lebanon. Talks have been going on around the world, and also on blogs, as I write here, all seems to be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if UN is sleeping over it. What has now happened to the "peace loving" West? Do they always wished that something like this happens between Israel and Lebanon, or are they hoping that this should escalate into something more devastating? So many questions to be answered, I wish its not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With UN being mute spectator over all this, it brings me to conclusion that UN along with West is in a way supporting the trouble in Middle East. They are just attending meetings, and maybe just clapping with glass of champagne in their hands. Pity UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Ghalib, you are still sleeping? Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"hui muddat ke 'Ghalib' mar gaya, par yaad aata hai,&lt;br /&gt;wo har ek baat pe kehna, ke yoon hota to kya hota ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31920886-115438096807438480?l=nikhilpratap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/feeds/115438096807438480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31920886&amp;postID=115438096807438480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115438096807438480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31920886/posts/default/115438096807438480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikhilpratap.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-un-sleeping-over-israel-lebanon.html' title='Is UN sleeping over Israel - Lebanon?'/><author><name>Nix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uxSLLguu2U/TOhyhp8CsXI/AAAAAAAAHCU/cYeFtQy7Mk4/S220/01-gold-chi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31920886.post-115432802177594239</id><published>2006-07-31T08:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:14:33.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghalib and the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"बाज़ीचा-ए-अत्फाल है दुनिया मेरे आगे,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; होता है शब्-ओ-रोज़  तमाशा  मेरे आगे "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the early 19th century, famous poet Mirza Ghalib felt "The world is like kids play ground, and he sees some play being acted everyday." Nearly two centuries have gone by and here we stand today at the dawn of 21st century, with Ghalib's words still holding the meaning intended. I feel that world is nothing more than a mere stage, and you can see the terrific shows like Iraq war, Israel war, bombings around the world, stupid reservation ideologies by GOI and the list goes to eternity. There are many school of thoughts and reasons for these. It appears to me that mostly every inequilibrium is caused by just one trying to belittle another, be it with words or actions. Truly said by Ghalib again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"हर एक बात पे कहते हो तुम के  'तू क्या है' ?      &lt;br /&gt;तुमही कहो के य अंदाज़-ए-गुफ्तगू क्या है  ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ना शोले में ये करिश्मा ना बर्क में ये अदा,&lt;br /&gt;कोई  बताओ  की वोह शोख-ए-तुंड-खू  क्या  है ? 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