<?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-15908877</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:46:16.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Trip..</title><subtitle type='html'>Though it is a roller coaster ride.....yet you will have fun going up and down with it!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-114597655355553751</id><published>2006-04-25T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:19:13.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS ME!!!</title><content type='html'>How will you react when for the very first time you get to hear those three words from someone you’ve adored all the way!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell u…u’ll start jumping with joy, u’ll be damn excited, u’ll start smiling all the time for no reason, u’ll start looking up at urself from every nook and corner, u’ll suddenly become the greatest poet, u’ll begin to have sleepless nights and if by chance u get to sleep u’ll start dreaming of the other one’s presence around u. I know all this is normal…so SHOULD I SUSPECT MYSELF TO BE ABNORMAL!!!! …..coz I didn’t feel any of the above. For the very first time; somebody genuinely said “ I LOVE U VERY VERY MUCH!!” and I didn’t hear those resonating sounds, didn’t feel my heart trying to come out breaking the visceral cavities, didn’t feel the frozen state of mind…..but had a plain smile!!…had a wndrful sleep and that too dreamless!! Though I know deep down I do have a soft corner for him…then  why this?? AM I NORMAL????!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-114597655355553751?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/114597655355553751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=114597655355553751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/114597655355553751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/114597655355553751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-this-me.html' title='IS THIS ME!!!'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-114380964205975404</id><published>2006-03-31T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:59:34.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VIVID VISTA</title><content type='html'>(choti batein…choti choti baton ki hain yadein badi..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all by chance that we met,&lt;br /&gt;It all just by chance happened,&lt;br /&gt;It was all a mistake that brought us together,&lt;br /&gt;And made us such a good friends at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the starting when I was so shy,&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to talk to me and I didn’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;You threw all tantrums , by all means you tried,&lt;br /&gt;And then one fine day you called up to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment onwards we started talking,&lt;br /&gt;But just for a name sake it was,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I was not too keen in opening my self,&lt;br /&gt;to someone I met just a few days past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by and by days were passing,&lt;br /&gt;And with each passing day more we were sharing,&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden everything came to a halt,&lt;br /&gt;And the train of our nameless relation suffered a jolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U did it for good but the things turned bad,&lt;br /&gt;And I experienced something which I really never had,&lt;br /&gt;People kept coming with various stories involving you,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I denied, but then thoughts forced them to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seething in anger,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry aloud,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap you harder,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to see you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the fit of anger and despair,&lt;br /&gt;I stopped seeing everyone there,&lt;br /&gt;And thus as the result I lost my “smile”,&lt;br /&gt;Which everyone used to say was my best attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, days were again passing by,&lt;br /&gt;But there were no talks now,&lt;br /&gt;And then one fine day you again called me up,&lt;br /&gt;To tell me I “OVER REACTED”, and summarized me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for about an hour that day,&lt;br /&gt;For the first time it was happening,&lt;br /&gt;We spoke, we listened, we argued a lot,&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps that only settled back the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our relation got a name,&lt;br /&gt;And we started addressing each other as “friends”,&lt;br /&gt;But since this friendship could be sensed something else,&lt;br /&gt;So the other one means nothing to us, was which we began to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This somehow solved our problem, and made us feel at ease,&lt;br /&gt;We started enjoying our lives and people around were also pleased.&lt;br /&gt;The gossips at least stopped doing rounds around the campus,&lt;br /&gt;And we escaped peacefully from that idiotic rumpus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days we were made to work together,&lt;br /&gt;People again planned to have fun n gossip, but didn’t get either,&lt;br /&gt;But as said – fights are the part of friendship,&lt;br /&gt;So exceptions weren’t we,&lt;br /&gt;And once over something we walked away free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in that state of mind, u rendered your indirect support there,&lt;br /&gt;That gesture of yours made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;For I had got a friend who truly did care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only once, it happened so many times,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I needed you,&lt;br /&gt;I found you standing by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your calling me up, your trailing me after,&lt;br /&gt;Your bringing mine nowhere look alike from a silly newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;Your telling me to be “PRACTICAL” while you yourself were emotional,&lt;br /&gt;Your way of doing things in a special way, and then making me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your changing the seats during the game,&lt;br /&gt;Me giggling within to see your efforts go invain.&lt;br /&gt;Your befooling me by sending me to the door,&lt;br /&gt;Me replying for that through the “AUTOMOBILE REPORT ”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your torturing the mediator by asking for the pen,&lt;br /&gt;Me keeping her cool through some weird explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Your awakening me daily through the “AUTOMATIC ALARM ”,&lt;br /&gt;Me thanking you each time it broke my slumber prolonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honoring “TITLES” to each other and then tossing the coin to finalize,&lt;br /&gt;We betting on every silly things and then treating each other in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;We going through the cold war, and maintaining the façade of normality,&lt;br /&gt;We strewn from within but greeting each other with an irritating complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your saying “BE QUIET” me saying “JUST NOTHING”,&lt;br /&gt;Your sending me the smileys when my smile was missing.&lt;br /&gt;Your sitting amongst everyone and making indirect quotes,&lt;br /&gt;Your taking away the diary and returning it back with a friendship note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your working with me on things you were never interested in,&lt;br /&gt;Your fighting with others just to make us see win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lapsing into silence on getting my “leaving” news,&lt;br /&gt;Me smiling and laughing, which I would’ve loved to refute.&lt;br /&gt;Your sending me messages and showing u were missing your friend a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Me smiling back and pretending, what a pleasure to me my leaving has brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sending the gift because of the invitation,&lt;br /&gt;Me returning that back as per my decision.&lt;br /&gt;Your incessantly arguing for months on that act of mine,&lt;br /&gt;“It didn’t make any sense” was which I replied each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then over this virtual vicinity real distances started domineering,&lt;br /&gt;And my little mind kept swinging between being “SANE” and undiscerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence with the passage of time, it felt as if never to fade away memories have started fading away,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I started sensing the lack of warmth, which you used to show in your own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I felt like that,&lt;br /&gt;You appeared and showed your presence,&lt;br /&gt;And probably that’s why I got ,&lt;br /&gt;The answers to the various “QUESTIONS” hence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And now when  all of a sudden you opened ur heart to me,&lt;br /&gt;You asked for the time , but never gave it to me,&lt;br /&gt;I could have reciprocated, but I know I’ll never,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t play with your feelings,I can’t be FAIR and FOREVER!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally it seems we will never drift apart,&lt;br /&gt;But for me “CHANGE IS THE LAW OF NATURE” is a very practical thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be right, I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, it hardly matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;Coz perhaps from your constructive criticism,&lt;br /&gt;I have imbibed a lot of new and good things in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will never put it in words,&lt;br /&gt;But with all those good deeds with me you will forever remain,&lt;br /&gt;And with a silent note, I will think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’ll think of a “friend”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-114380964205975404?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/114380964205975404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=114380964205975404&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/114380964205975404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/114380964205975404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/03/vivid-vista.html' title='VIVID VISTA'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-113990478589968844</id><published>2006-02-14T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:19:26.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1490/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_121.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1490/400/words4ever_wallpaper_121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some joys are better expressed in silence....as a smile holds more meaning than words.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if i enjoy having you in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST SMILED!!!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-113990478589968844?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/113990478589968844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=113990478589968844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113990478589968844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113990478589968844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/02/thinking-about-you.html' title='Thinking about you'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-113972903914901858</id><published>2006-02-12T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:53:59.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ON UR WEDDING..</title><content type='html'>Heartily wishes for a friend who started a new chapter of his life a few days back....&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to give you ‘moon’ and ‘stars’&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw&lt;br /&gt;You were holding the hands of the galaxies brightest ‘star’!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to give you flowers so sweet&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized&lt;br /&gt;It’s that single smiling bud all u need!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to send to you the loving breeze around&lt;br /&gt;But then I felt&lt;br /&gt;With ‘HER’ by the side; it’s only happiness that can surround!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to gift you something precious&lt;br /&gt;But then I find&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was comparable to someone so ‘priceless’ and ‘sensuous’!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to give you something that can make your wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;But then I laughed&lt;br /&gt;Coz’ you were marrying the ‘SERAPH’, to be always there with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to give you something that can be kept as a treasure&lt;br /&gt;But then I failed&lt;br /&gt;Coz’ I could send nothing except few words on a paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence;&lt;br /&gt;With those few words&lt;br /&gt;here’s Wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',&lt;br /&gt;That may you both be blessed with life’s finest things,&lt;br /&gt;With those few words&lt;br /&gt;I am sending my wishes&lt;br /&gt;Especially to the two of you;&lt;br /&gt;May the eternal love, harmony, and contentment be your row&lt;br /&gt;As with untold pleasure you start on this new journey to sail happily through!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ALL THE GOOD WISHES TO A VERY SWEET COUPLE!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-113972903914901858?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/113972903914901858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=113972903914901858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113972903914901858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113972903914901858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-ur-wedding.html' title='ON UR WEDDING..'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-113871540809990001</id><published>2006-01-31T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:20:08.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1490/1600/Boxer%20Baby.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1490/320/Boxer%20Baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mmmmm.........wanna say something????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-113871540809990001?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/113871540809990001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=113871540809990001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113871540809990001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113871540809990001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/01/mmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-113851771245039135</id><published>2006-01-29T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:25:12.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Is.....</title><content type='html'>A nice forwarded mail i received from someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about the language which your heart speaks.&lt;br /&gt;It is all about making your world go around.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most beautiful gift given to us by God.&lt;br /&gt;People who have been or are in love know it better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;It is that feeling which has no limits.&lt;br /&gt; It is that emotion which gives the whole body a pleasure and inner delight.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine until you are in it.&lt;br /&gt;It is among those wonderful experiences which has no end.&lt;br /&gt; It is ready to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;It is able to cross every barrier.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to love someone for more than  years without ever thinking about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is the increase of heartbeat when you see him or think about him.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to just think about him every time you need someone.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to send him a bouquet of flowers when you first knew his B'day&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to send him photographs which you clicked without his notice.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to do everything to know anything about him.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is the nervousness when you first rang him up.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is the desperation to meet him the very first time in college.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is the feeling to be close to him for some time.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to have the curiosity to celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to give him something worthwhile on this day.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to get wet &amp;amp; reach college to give him something for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to get drenched in rain from head to toe on return after gifting him.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to get scolding from Mom and lie sick for two days.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to have cold coffee in spite of having caught a cold.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to call him back after getting a missed call and talk to him for hours.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to tell him how much I like him, how much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to never show my face again after he said 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to never ever call him and irritate him.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to do anything and everything possible for him, just to see him happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Love is to wait for the day when he will say - "I LOVE YOU"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-113851771245039135?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/113851771245039135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=113851771245039135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113851771245039135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113851771245039135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-is.html' title='Love Is.....'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-113376384616236463</id><published>2005-12-06T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:54:06.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>This day……mmmmmm…not this day….it was 6th dec……last year …it was all so different…I was dressed in my best. In the very morning I was called onto the stage  from where I cud see more than thousand people standing infront of me with a smile on their face and hands hitting each other hard…..YES!!! they were all singing a B’Day song for me…my B’Day was actually on 5th but it being a Sunday, they were celebrating it on Monday. the 6th.It was all such a new experience. I cud hear that beautiful tone coming out of the harmonica and see the students in the assembly ground holding flowers in their hands. And then a fellow colleague of mine R.B.(m).all of a sudden appeared on the stage with a beautiful bunch in her hand. And then came A.S.(m) with a loving smile and hugged me tightly. Before I cud thank her; a few other students flooded on the stage and gave their loving wishes in form of flowers ( which I later came to know that they’ve brought for their respective class teachers , but after knowing that it was my B’Day, they kept it for me. [SUCH A NICE GESTURE!!!]. By the time I came down I was having a complete bouquet in my hand (and I bet!! A few others were jealous to see that ….coz after serving for more than 4-5 years ,they never got so many flowers). And it was  not the end…wishes kept coming the whole day!!! I remember I was in my class and didn’t had time to go out &amp; meet others in the staff room. was thinking that the celebration ended there..BUT NO!! I WAS WRONG!! …. Coz my loving friends were there to make me feel special. They kept coming to my class to wish me in their own special way ( and even they were wishing me each time they were passing across my class). …And  not only them; students were even coming to my class on the pretext of DRINKING WATER / ***. I can’t forget that naughty wish of a senior student …who plucked a lovely twig from somewhere in the school campus (STRICTLY PROHIBITED!!)..came to my class….kept his left hand at the back…flowers in the right hand ….and with a little bent in his body said “HAPPY B”DAY MAM”….. it made me had a hearty laugh……And yes!!! How can I forget that….. the gifts and the cards I got that day. I still have those beautiful hand made cards with me. [students from class U.Kg to senior sections (&amp; specially students from U.Kg to class V ) made beautiful cards for me with beautiful thoughts scribbled on it]…….love you all for loving me so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                And not to mention the GIFT that I refused to accept ( but accepted the card and the chocolates alongwith)….but later on had to take that too coz after a lot of Blah Blah over that it was left on my desk with a saying “IT’S  YOURS NOW. TAKE IT AWAY OR THROW IT AWAY”…………………….THANX!!!!!!!!  I still cherish those never to fade away memories………..&lt;br /&gt;                   And yes tons of thanx to EC , AG and RD who made my real day (5th dec.) by dropping in from nowhere at my place and then bankrupting me of every penny I had!!!! ;-)         I love u all for that.&lt;br /&gt;This B’Day is entirely different from that one….. I am having loads of wishes, beautiful flowers. Lovely cards…sweet gifts….chocolates ……just everything…but still I am missing………………. missing the wishes of all those people who came in my life just for a year and changed me for the rest of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;            I don’t have words to describe how fondly I cherish each &amp;  every moment shared with u people…… miss u and  our togetherness…… our talks…..our laughs……..our fights……. JUST EVERYTHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                     YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SPECIAL TO ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-113376384616236463?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/113376384616236463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=113376384616236463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113376384616236463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/113376384616236463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/12/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112852103205792252</id><published>2005-10-06T08:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:33:52.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thirst</title><content type='html'>After a tough crawl from the gutter,&lt;br /&gt;He pulled himself together,&lt;br /&gt;Stood by the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;With no sense of what’s happening aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk it was, but still he could see,&lt;br /&gt;The interblend of sadness and glee.&lt;br /&gt;A child was there in his mother’s lap,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting aloof on a nearby rock,&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to have the hardest slap,&lt;br /&gt;But was forced to have the useless talk.&lt;br /&gt;He(child) kept on asking about the rising tides,&lt;br /&gt;The moving stars and the yellow lights.&lt;br /&gt;She went on gratifying the little mind,&lt;br /&gt;Mouth did the talking,&lt;br /&gt;and hands kept wiping the teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In between, she was complaining to herself,&lt;br /&gt;Crying over the agony and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;She was assaulted, was badly insulted,&lt;br /&gt;By her husband “ A DRUNKEN MAN”.&lt;br /&gt;She did it all, all for him,&lt;br /&gt;Gave him her ornaments, gave her all the things.&lt;br /&gt;Having spent them all, empty hands he joggled home,&lt;br /&gt;His mind restless, as in debt till head he was drowned.&lt;br /&gt;On the way somewhere he made some dealings,&lt;br /&gt;Wife was waiting, unaware of  his malicious feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she smelled the inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;Eloped to save him from the hands so evil.&lt;br /&gt;The father in him was dead, the husband was lost,&lt;br /&gt;As just for a pint , he agreed to sell his child at any cost!!&lt;br /&gt;The mother kept crying, he looked at his own,&lt;br /&gt;A wife and a daughter were waiting home.&lt;br /&gt;His mansion was dilapidating, but a wine was in hand,&lt;br /&gt;He reasoned himself..&lt;br /&gt;Was he any different from that “DRUNKEN MAN”??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112852103205792252?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112852103205792252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112852103205792252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112852103205792252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112852103205792252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/10/thirst.html' title='Thirst'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112807388883125937</id><published>2005-10-01T03:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:21:28.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>“A Silent Wish”</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone amidst everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Responding to them without any motion.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone on a cheerful day,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering over the things coming in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone gazing at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Foolishly asking myself the reason to “WHY”’.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone counting the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Brushing away the tears now leaving the scars.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone under heavy shower,&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the memories we had one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone with a pen in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Pouring my heart out, with a wish of forgetting the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone thinking just about a few,&lt;br /&gt;Want to sit ever alone now,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that’s how I can spend some moments again with you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112807388883125937?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112807388883125937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112807388883125937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112807388883125937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112807388883125937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/09/silent-wish.html' title='“A Silent Wish”'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112767485736832587</id><published>2005-09-26T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:30:57.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>44 Ways To Know Whether You Are INDIAN Or Not!</title><content type='html'>Pretty amusing...but mostly true and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess at least some of&lt;br /&gt;them are common globally also though...&lt;br /&gt;Read this it's really cool , dont be suprised if you&lt;br /&gt;can picture some&lt;br /&gt;friends and relations when you read these .&lt;br /&gt;You are Indian if...&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything you eat is savored In garlic, onion&lt;br /&gt;and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;2. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and&lt;br /&gt;of course aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;3. You try to eject food particles from between your&lt;br /&gt;teeth by pressing&lt;br /&gt;your tongue against them and making a peculiar noise&lt;br /&gt;like, tshick,&lt;br /&gt;tshick, tschick, tschick.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are standing next to the two largest size&lt;br /&gt;suitcases at the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;5. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and&lt;br /&gt;think its normal.&lt;br /&gt;6. You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal&lt;br /&gt;Service missed to mark up.&lt;br /&gt;7. You recycle Wedding Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;8. You name your children in rhythms (example, Honey&lt;br /&gt;Money, madhu, wadhu, Sita &amp;amp;Gita, Ram &amp;amp; Shyam.&lt;br /&gt;9. All your children have pet names, which sound&lt;br /&gt;nowhere close to their&lt;br /&gt;real names.&lt;br /&gt;10. You take Indian snacks anywhere it says &amp;quot;No Food&lt;br /&gt;Allowed&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;11. You talk for an hour at the front door when&lt;br /&gt;leaving someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;12. You load up the family car with as many people&lt;br /&gt;as possible.&lt;br /&gt;13. You use plastic to cover anything new in your&lt;br /&gt;house whether it's the&lt;br /&gt;remote control, VCR, carpet or new couch.&lt;br /&gt;14. Your parents tell you to not care what your&lt;br /&gt;friends think but they&lt;br /&gt;won't let you do certain things because of what the&lt;br /&gt;other &amp;quot;Uncles And&lt;br /&gt;Aunties&amp;quot; will think.&lt;br /&gt;15. You buy and display crockery, which is for&lt;br /&gt;special occasions, which&lt;br /&gt;never happen.&lt;br /&gt;16. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;17. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;18. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many&lt;br /&gt;numbers of bowls as possible.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your kitchen shelf is full of jam jars,&lt;br /&gt;varieties of bowls and&lt;br /&gt;plastic utensils (got free with some household&lt;br /&gt;items).&lt;br /&gt;20. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you&lt;br /&gt;travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;21. You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;22. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;23. You majored in engineering, medicine or law and&lt;br /&gt;now........are after&lt;br /&gt;Software and only Software no matter which field you&lt;br /&gt;belong to.&lt;br /&gt;24. You live with your parents and you are 40 years&lt;br /&gt;old. (And they prefer it that way).&lt;br /&gt;25. You don't use measuring cups when cooking.&lt;br /&gt;26. You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you&lt;br /&gt;didn't pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;27. You never learnt how to stand in a queue.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at&lt;br /&gt;least to see you off&lt;br /&gt;or receive you whether you are traveling by bus,&lt;br /&gt;train or plane.&lt;br /&gt;29. If she is NOT your daughter, you always take&lt;br /&gt;interest in knowing&lt;br /&gt;whose daughter has run with whose son and feel proud&lt;br /&gt;to spread it at the&lt;br /&gt;velocity of more than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;30. You only make long distance calls after 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;31. If you don't live at home, when your parents&lt;br /&gt;call, they ask if&lt;br /&gt;you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;32. You call an older person you never met before&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;uncle.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;33. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a&lt;br /&gt;few minutes, you&lt;br /&gt;discover you're talking to a distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt;34. Your parents don't realise phone connections to&lt;br /&gt;foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;have improved in the last two decades, and still&lt;br /&gt;scream at the top of&lt;br /&gt;their lungs when making foreign calls.&lt;br /&gt;35. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep&lt;br /&gt;them away from getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;36. When dining out, you think Rs 10 is enough of a&lt;br /&gt;tip.&lt;br /&gt;37. It's embarrassing if your wedding has less than&lt;br /&gt;600 people.&lt;br /&gt;38. You list your daughter as &amp;quot;fair and slim&amp;quot; in&lt;br /&gt;the matrimonial no matter what she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;39. You treat the NRI persons (especially from&lt;br /&gt;America) as if they are&lt;br /&gt;the only persons living in this world (including YOU).&lt;br /&gt;40. You've seen the ground while inside the lavatory&lt;br /&gt;of a train.(This one really got me!! You too huh??)&lt;br /&gt;41. All your tupperware is stained with food color.&lt;br /&gt;42. You have drinking glasses made of steel.&lt;br /&gt;43. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping.&lt;br /&gt;44. You have really enjoyed reading this mail  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112767485736832587?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112767485736832587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112767485736832587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112767485736832587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112767485736832587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/09/44-ways-to-know-whether-you-are-indian.html' title='44 Ways To Know Whether You Are INDIAN Or Not!'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112767349353533397</id><published>2005-09-26T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:08:13.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Think Before You Act!!</title><content type='html'>Imagine this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for a bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you continue reading&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;......... .&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first;&lt;br /&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.&lt;br /&gt; ......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;...... He simply answered: "I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Think Outof the Box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112767349353533397?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112767349353533397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112767349353533397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112767349353533397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112767349353533397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/09/think-before-you-act_26.html' title='Think Before You Act!!'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112766164288162156</id><published>2005-09-26T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:54:58.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Increase Ur LaughLines :-)</title><content type='html'>Q: What is the difference between men and puppies?&lt;br /&gt;A: Puppies grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men always have a stupid look on their faces?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do men have in common with ceramic tiles?&lt;br /&gt;A: Fix them properly once and you can walk all over them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you drop a man and a brick out of a plane, which one would hit&gt;the&gt;ground first?&lt;br /&gt;A: Who cares?????.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did God say after he created man?&lt;br /&gt;A: I can do better than this! And then he created woman!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between an intelligent man &amp;amp; a UFO ?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know, I've never seen either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are two reasons why men don't mind their own business?&lt;br /&gt;A: i) no mind ii) no business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did Moses wander in the desert for 40 years?&lt;br /&gt;A:! Because even back then men wouldn't ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between men and pigs?&lt;br /&gt;A: Pigs don't turn into men when they drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;A: The same urge that makes dogs chase vehicles they have no intention of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do with a man who thinks he's God's gift?&lt;br /&gt;A: Exchange him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men like smart women?&lt;br /&gt;A: Opposites attract!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112766164288162156?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112766164288162156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112766164288162156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112766164288162156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112766164288162156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/09/increase-ur-laughlines.html' title='Increase Ur LaughLines :-)'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112766103485411178</id><published>2005-09-25T20:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:44:07.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just wanted to share this incident with every one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at the Rocket launching station in Thumba, were in the habit of working for nearly 12 to 18 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;There were about seventy such scientists working on a project. All the scientists were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him - Sir, I have promised to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our township. So I want to leave the office at 5 30 pm. His boss replied - OK, You are permitted to leave the office early today. The Scientiststarted working. He continued his work after lunch.As usual he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt he was close to completion. The time was 8.30 p.m, suddenly he remembered of the promise he had given to his children.He looked for his boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having told him in the morning itself, he closed everything and left for home.&lt;br /&gt;Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children. He reached home. Children were not there. His wife alone was sitting in the hall and reading magazines.The situation was explosive; any talk would boomerang on him. His wife asked him - Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry.The man replied - If you would like to have coffee, I too will have but what about Children???Wife replied- You don't know - Your manager came at 5 15 p.m and has taken the children to the exhibition.What had really happened was that the boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 p.m. He thought to himself, this person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children theyshould enjoy the visit to exhibition. So he took the lead in taking them to exhibition. The boss does not have to do it everytime. But once it is done,loyalty is established.That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though the stress was tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way , can you hazard a guess as to who the boss was ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was......&lt;br /&gt;Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam.&lt;br /&gt;President of India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112766103485411178?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112766103485411178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112766103485411178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112766103485411178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112766103485411178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/09/honest-duty.html' title='An Honest Duty'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15908877.post-112529985641797537</id><published>2005-08-29T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:47:36.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unheard pain</title><content type='html'>This is a frnds story whose outlook for the life changed overnight……..she was an extremely bubbly, chirpy sort of girl who used to love herself and the life she was leading…but don’t know why she speaks a different language now…..though she pretends that she is as before….but being a close friend of her I know she has changed…and  I m trying my level best to make her smile again…&lt;br /&gt;Well….here is how I have tried to express how she looks at life now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khud pe haste rehna fitrat si ho gai hai,&lt;br /&gt;Gum main bhi muskurate rehana aadat si ho gai hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan bhi najar dalo khilte chehron ko dekhkar,&lt;br /&gt;Khud ki pehchan chupana niyat si ho gai hai,.&lt;br /&gt;Pehle hum bhi the ek phool ki tarah,&lt;br /&gt;Ab ek kali banana hi chahat si ho gai hai,&lt;br /&gt;Hum bhi chahte the ek bacche ki  masoomiyat,&lt;br /&gt;Par in rusvayion se jindagi pe lanat si ho gai hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jisse itni mahabbat thi humein kabhi,&lt;br /&gt;Ab usi chehre ko aaine main dekhne se humein nafrat si ho gai hai!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15908877-112529985641797537?l=nonameonthemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/112529985641797537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15908877&amp;postID=112529985641797537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112529985641797537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15908877/posts/default/112529985641797537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameonthemind.blogspot.com/2005/08/unheard-pain.html' title='unheard pain'/><author><name>mehak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
