tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591346743286732392012-02-16T08:34:06.595-08:00etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-18966239529132396842009-12-27T20:16:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:34:05.482-08:00I guess with the end of this year, all of us have come a long way in our lives. Another year over of this mortal life!<br /><br />With the end of this year, I close this part of my life...my blog! <yeah...writers and their idiosyncrasies...in addition to mine!> Yes! this will be my last post... and yes I do hear sighs of relief...from all those whom I pushed to read my work and write comments << read compliments...:) >><br /><br />Wish you all an amazing New Year and hope 2010 brings all the -<br />hopes to wishes...<br />wishes to life...<br />a life full of smiles...<br />smiles with tears of joys...<br />joys to you and to your loved ones...<br />and true love to you all!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-1896623952913239684?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-15422975867903109312009-12-21T01:34:00.006-08:002009-12-28T01:07:28.058-08:00You think you grow wise by the volume of your mistakes and their size...:)<br />You think you own more when you spend less...or spend more to own more??<br />You think you won't be able to take more pain but don't want to give up on the sense of it...<br />You think you know it all till you start exploring yourself again to start of with....<br />You think you would not hurt anyone until you realize that is the only option...<br />You think you would never forget and forgive until it does not matter...<br />You think so many things are fake just because they are so realistic...<br />You think you want it all until you want to save that just one thing...<br />You think you didn't, you never will, until love hurts in your heart...:)<br />You think you were always correct until you read the above....:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-1542297586790310931?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-86949292745955587712009-12-04T01:28:00.004-08:002009-12-04T03:36:34.165-08:00socha kiye hoge tum...<br />ki hum bhi kya bewafa nikale...<br /><br />tere jaane ke baad...<br />muskuraate jo rahe...<br /><br />kaash jana hota...<br />ki dard mein muskurana bhi ek sazaa hai...bhi ek wafaa hai...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8694929274595558771?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-89919327034721994502009-12-04T01:13:00.003-08:002009-12-04T11:50:18.527-08:00khwaishon ki jab neelaami hui...<br />....gaur se dekha humne apne khaate mein<br />kuch bhi naa tha.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8991932703472199450?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-60694374144295331262009-11-20T00:28:00.003-08:002009-12-04T23:26:54.888-08:00life runs on this amazing algorithm....list of all the things we want...our "perfect wants"....no matter how, but the things we don't or never get... manage to..empirically manage to sit at the top of our list!!!...<br /><br />phew! life runs on this amazing algorithm.....:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-6069437414429533126?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-66313665576167035142009-11-02T20:19:00.001-08:002009-11-02T20:29:35.939-08:00dard ki yun aadat si ho gayi hai...<br />ki aadatan aankhon mein nami si aa jaati hai...<br /><br />aadatan hum unhe jo yaad kar lete hai...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-6631366557616703514?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-90083902604548177062009-11-01T12:20:00.002-08:002009-11-02T20:19:38.930-08:00saahilo pe aate aate...<br />yunhi laut jaana..<br />hamari kismat si ho gayi hai...<br /><br />yah yeh awaaragi...hamari fitrat si ho gayi hai...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-9008390260454817706?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-42123147492068945842009-10-13T19:48:00.002-07:002009-10-13T19:51:15.229-07:00...kar chuka hoon pehle...<br />fir kar dhikaaoonga...<br />...roz yaad karke tujhe...<br />fir bhula jaaoonga...<br /><br />....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-4212314749206894584?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-3385740996658514042009-09-26T22:27:00.001-07:002009-09-26T22:30:37.558-07:00...was reading an article...and then happened to hear a song....and eventually a thought passes by....<br /><br />can you look into the eyes of the person you love....and let him/her love you back...without any fear and regret....<br /><br />can you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-338574099665851404?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-77347821091704615202009-08-09T16:26:00.007-07:002009-08-09T17:09:35.481-07:00you wonder looking into the mirror...<br />as if you watch them born...<br />as if they never happened but still they are<br />reflections of bygone...<br /><br />you always want to be a forerunner...<br />and catch the rays of joy at the first dawn...<br />but something whispers to you...your hands are still full with<br />reflections of bygone...<br /><br />i ask myself, my existence...<br />is it just a myth or a hope forlorn...<br />will i ever be able to stir away from those<br />reflections of bygone...<br /><br />but i start to hear it bubbling...my happiness...<br />held in this emotional cauldron...<br />i need to let it spill and burn in the fire...to let go of them<br />reflections of bygone...<br /><br />and slowly, the angst, the pain...<br />i had kept within me since long...<br />loosen their grip and i see them melting away in tears as...<br />reflections of bygone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-7734782109170461520?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-92166813909754999412009-08-07T22:31:00.010-07:002009-12-21T21:23:29.594-08:00yeah..that title could be a good example of an o(se)xymoron or totally a title by a sexy moron (that's me...:))! take your pick!<br />I just finished watching this movie and thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it - "The curious case of Benjamin Button". Found it thought provoking and inspiring...a must watch!...putting down some of my favorite quotes from the movie here...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">My name is Benjamin Button, and I was born under unusual circumstances. While everyone else was agin', I was gettin' younger... all alone. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Daisy:</span><span style="font-style:italic;"> Some things last. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button: </span><span style="font-style:italic;">It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">I wanna remember us just as we are now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button: </span><span style="font-style:italic;">Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">[Voice over; letter to his daughter] For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mrs. Maple:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Captain Mike:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Benjamin Button: </span><span style="font-style:italic;">Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mr. Daws: </span><span style="font-style:italic;">Blinded in one eye; can't hardly hear. I get twitches and shakes out of nowhere; always losing my line of thought. But you know what? God keeps reminding me I'm lucky to be alive.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Daisy:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">I promise you, I'll never lose myself to self-pity again.</span><br />Benjamin Button: [while the day begins] <span style="font-style:italic;">And I think, right there and then, she realized none of us is perfect forever. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Daisy:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">We all end up in diapers. <br /></span><br />....there are some more...but at this time my mind is floating through so many thoughts...and emotions...:)...happy ones...not so sad ones...:)... yep this movie has made me think...~~ am still thinking and writing in my thoughts, will publish it soon...:) <br /><br />....till then,good night Benjamin.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-9216681390975499941?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-71324232312893622602009-07-14T01:09:00.005-07:002009-08-08T18:55:00.784-07:002 am in the morning..a bit restless...sleepy but not too much..< slept the whole day>...thoughts scattered...but at peace...a smile...but need some air...and a need to pen down something.......<br /><br /><br /><br />..whenever it arrives to give me company...<br />i experience this epiphany...<br /><br />a magical moment to reminisce... all the faces<br />so close and so familiar...i wish to embrace<br /><br />and with each...a pain lingers...<br />...then it whispers ....<br /><br />in my soul...that i should let it ease<br />...loosen the grip and let it cease<br /><br />i close my eyes and give in to the rescue...<br />when it arrives...my whispering solitude...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-7132423231289362260?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-19514701507170704552009-06-23T00:20:00.000-07:002009-06-23T00:22:39.796-07:00kash tum haqiqat nahin...<br />mera khwaab hotein....<br />tumhein choone ka gunaah toh kar paatein...<br /><br />sehar se lekar shab tak...<br />isi kush-e-ehsaas mein guzaar dete...<br />ki mere khwaab ke sath aaj fir beetengi meri raatein...<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-1951470150717070455?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-49667287287051867842009-05-28T00:20:00.005-07:002009-05-28T00:59:15.437-07:00paero ke talvo pe halki si gudgudee...<br />nanhe bacche ke pehli woh adkhuli hansi...<br /><br />gili mitti ki saundhi mehak...<br />shaam ko chidiyo ki chahak...<br /><br />sard raato mein ghar ke choolhe ki garmi...<br />dard mein maa ke hatho ki narmi...<br /><br />tez dhoop mein baraf gole ki chuski...<br />daadi se mili athani aur unki chuppi si muski...<br /><br />doston ke sath raat bhar ki hui baatein....<br />sardi ke mausam mein moti rajai mein biti hui raatein...<br /><br />subah subah school ki bus ko bhagte bhagte pakadna....<br />badi behen se jhooth-mooth ka jhagadna....<br /><br />woh pehli baar baba se cycle seekte huye girna...<br />holi ke din sabke sath mahaulle bhar firna...<br /><br />hmmmm........<br /><br />kahan gaya sab....dhu-aan sa lagta hai....<br />raakh ko bachaye huye hai....kab tak....<br />kaha gaya sab...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-4966728728705186784?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-39631405835720282022009-03-18T09:56:00.003-07:002009-03-18T14:55:47.410-07:00rota hai...gidgidaata hai...<br />shikwa...gilah...shikayat..jhunjhulata hai...<br /><br />khud hi ko panah deta hai...<br />khud hi ko fir samjhaata hai...<br /><br />ki kuch toh hoga haseen tere mukkadar mein...<br />kahi toh kinara hoga is bebab samandar mein...<br /><br />maayoosi ki geheri dhundh ghere rahati hai...<br />naa-umeedi roz naye chehere leti hai...<br /><br /><br />.......kuch toh hoga haseen tere mukkadar mein...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-3963140583572028202?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-45515767530380553222009-03-18T09:43:00.002-07:002009-03-18T10:51:34.555-07:00dhoondh rahi hoon... wajood mera...is zindagi ke maayino mein...<br />dhundhla...beshakal sa ho gaya hai....shayad<br />khud ko kush dekhne ki aarzoo ke aayino mein...<br /><br />jee rahe hai...yah kahin jal gaye...<br />na koi aarzoo...na koi kashish baaki...<br />koyi naya savera nahin...sab dhal gaye...<br />dard ka hone ka ehsaas nahin...na koi khalish baaki...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-4551576753038055322?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-58914083158540373212009-02-15T13:16:00.002-08:002009-02-15T13:20:05.092-08:00we are a weird breed...<br />nothing stays with us..except the greed..;-)..<br />left thinking this would be a heavenly ahem..the celestial abode...<br />but find it to be another long and cold road!..<br /><br />so pulling up my socks again...<br />in search of my next stop...ah! am sure so insane!..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-5891408315854037321?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-85534128040007635562008-11-19T00:07:00.001-08:002008-11-19T00:09:12.869-08:00wish...they melt in your sleep....<br />before the morning shine touches your face....<br />wish...they vanish from your thoughts...<br />while passing through your mind's space...<br /><br /><br />wish...they wash away...<br />while you splash water and look yourself in the mirror....<br />wish...they sneak away from you....<br />when you take a new turn in your life around the corner....<br /><br />those...memories....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8553412804000763556?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-78972301142278895522008-11-17T00:12:00.007-08:002009-06-26T19:17:46.208-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">...har hansi khushi nahi hoti....<br />...kaash!!<br />..kash aisa hota.....<br />......jab chahte....<br />.........khush ho lete...</span><br /><br />I posted "Har Hansi...." last year and happened to have a conversation with someone today on it....I was delighted to read the person's response during my chat and decided to write them in my words ...so these are his thoughts...in my words...hoping that I have done justice to them..<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">fir kisi ne kuch kaha....</span></span><br /><br />jaanta hoon teri har hansi kushi nahin hoti...<br />....magar un hilte labon ki ek jhalak<br />mai-kashi se kam nahin hoti....:-)<br /><br />tere har zulm pe hansenge hum....<br />har gum-e-aansoo pe hans ke sharminda tujhe karenge hum....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-7897230114227889552?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-78094806296885871812008-11-14T02:11:00.002-08:002008-11-14T02:14:23.832-08:00kaisa mera khudaah tha...<br />aur kaisi yeh duniya us rab ne hai banayee...<br /><br />aisa kya kiya gunaah tha...<br />ki zamaane bhar mein hui ruswaai...<br /><br />aaj uth raha janaza tha...<br />aur maiyyat tak de rahe hai safai...<br /><br />kaisa mera khudaah tha...<br />aur kaisi yeh duniya us rab ne hai banayee...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-7809480629688587181?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-2791944736933142992008-10-18T18:29:00.005-07:002009-06-26T19:21:19.837-07:00Just the other day I read Rahul's post on his blog on the movie "The Holiday" and loved the quotes from the movie. Somewhere I could identify with it....somewhere I couldn't. However, nevertheless it seemed interesting and I decided to watch this movie over the million others I have on my list!<br /><br />I watched it today and though it travels through few fairytale kind of scenes..too good to be true....some scenes, some dialogues and some words touch you as if they were your own..:)! <br /><br />But the one I loved the most for the kind of womanI think am....<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Iris: Shush. You broke my heart. And you acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don't want to lose me whilst you're about to get MARRIED, somehow newly entitles me to say, it's over. This - This twisted, toxic THING between us, is finally finished! I'm miraculously done being in love with you! Ha! I've got a life to start living.</span><br /><br />And now I am smiling.....:) in my heart..............<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-279194473693314299?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-29830285182805105222008-10-17T01:57:00.001-07:002008-10-17T01:58:56.638-07:00meri jhuki huyi thi....<br />magar unki kuch keh gayi...<br />ek lamhaan khudaii ka<br />fir bhi kuch baatein reh gayi...<br />jasbaaton ko jaise aaj woh zubaan de gayi...<br />nigaahen unki kuch yun keh gayi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-2983028518280510522?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-88294460373202462432008-09-07T21:08:00.000-07:002008-09-07T21:12:41.643-07:00waqt ruka nahin....<br />zindagi ka kaarwaan ab tak thaaka nahin...<br /><br />bas kuch pal tham se gaye...<br />ab kuch naya nahin...<br />na ab kuch galat hai...naa kuch lage sahi...<br />saanse chal rahi hai...<br />dard ka ehsaas de jaati hai...<br />ki zinda hoon..baar baar keh jaati hai...<br /><br />meri un kushiyon ka koi ab gawaah nahin...<br />dekho...tab bhi waqt ruka nahin....<br />zindagi ka kaarwaan ab tak thaaka nahin...<br /><br />manzil thi...kho gayee...<br />raahein...safed chaadar odh ke so gayee...<br />kaafila logon ka fir bhi aage badha...<br /><br />bas tera saath rahaa nahin...<br />dekho...tab bhi waqt ruka nahin....<br />zindagi ka kaarwaan ab tak thaaka nahin...<br /><br />pehle beh jaatein the...bin baat ke<br />dheere dheere kam toh ho gaye...<br /><br />magar abhi tak shayad baandh sookha nahi...<br />dekho...tab bhi waqt ruka nahin....<br />zindagi ka kaarwaan ab tak thaaka nahin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8829446037320246243?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-32158762104867225322008-06-10T15:36:00.004-07:002008-06-10T22:56:35.556-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/SE8FbiG0HMI/AAAAAAAABJk/2CY9mOE8nVs/s1600-h/cry.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/SE8FbiG0HMI/AAAAAAAABJk/2CY9mOE8nVs/s400/cry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210389264460946626" /></a><br /><br />saans lene se pehle hi...<br />kisi geheri dhundh mein goom ho jaatein hai.<br />kaise khwaab hai...yeh mere khwaab kaise hai...<br /><br />hasraton ke chehre...aakaar lene se pehle....<br />mere paas aatein aatein wapas mudd jaatein hai....<br />kaise khwaab hai...yeh mere khwaab kaise hai...<br /><br />haaton mein kushiyaan aane hi lagi thi...<br />ki reth ki tarah, mootthi se beh gayi...<br />in haathon mein yaadon ki kuch bas lakeeren chodh jaatein hai.....<br />kaise khwab hai...yeh mere khwaab kaise hai...<br /><br />kaise baandhoo inhe...<br />jab bhi paas aaye...rishto ki tarah...<br />mujhse rishta todh jatein hai...<br />kaise khwab hai...yeh mere khwaab kaise hai...<br /><br />bahut sambhala inhe...bahut roka...<br />par aankhon se meri ashkon mein choot jaatein hai....<br />kaise khwab hai...yeh mere khwaab kaise hai...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-3215876210486722532?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-59258627441624483442008-03-27T22:40:00.008-07:002008-04-13T21:45:57.959-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/R-yKoUZ6Q-I/AAAAAAAABFg/Qnaq8PVzV4E/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/R-yKoUZ6Q-I/AAAAAAAABFg/Qnaq8PVzV4E/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182669696473383906" /></a><br />ilzaam hai hum pe ki hum dard ke baarein mein hi likhte hai...<br />magar ae yaaron aise hi to nagmein aajkal baazaar mein bikte hai...<br /><br />kore panno pe aaj apni zindagi utaari hai...<br />yeh soch ke khatam karde is zamaane ki jo kuch udhaari hai....<br /><br />kaali sihahi <span style="font-style:italic;">(ink)</span> thi, magar lal rang ke cheetein kahin kahin faile se the...<br />safed panno ke kone kaafin jaghon pe maile se the...<br /><br />gaur se palat ke dekha, tab samjha...<br />ki kuch lafzhon se khoon baha tha...<br /><br />dheere dheere mere lafzhon ne sath chodh diya...<br />fir meri kalam ne mera hath chodh diyaa...<br /><br />dard ke sath yeh kaisi bebasi si hai...<br />jaise mere janaze se kuch sanse kasi si hai...<br /><br />rahat mile kuch!..baazaar ab bas band hone ko hai...<br />zindagi ka karobaar shayad ab khatam hone ko hai..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-5925862744162448344?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-88942296758868733442007-10-02T14:11:00.000-07:002007-10-02T14:23:37.998-07:00kahan..?..kuch to nahi hai...aisa aaj sabko humne bol diya...<br />par us aag ki udti hui raakh ne saara raaz khol diya...<br />;-)<br /><br />socha sawalon se kuch sakoon mile...<br />to thandi barf ki silliyaan seene pe liye chal diye...<br />Ufff!...par barf se udti dhundh ne fir se saara raz khol diya...<br />...:)....<br />kahan..kuch to nahi..aisa aaj ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RwK2vQh5EEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zb-i6sJ3Tsg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RwK2vQh5EEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zb-i6sJ3Tsg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116853049653530690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8894229675886873344?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-33840044609572813992007-09-30T18:18:00.000-07:002007-09-30T18:58:25.358-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RwBTtQh5EDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zsr9GLfOusI/s1600-h/painting-bhilwara.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RwBTtQh5EDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zsr9GLfOusI/s400/painting-bhilwara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116181213689221170" /></a><br /><br />na jaane...yeh kaisa yakin hai...<br />ki har gunaah aapka lagta haseen hai....<br /><br />kal shab se lekar aaj seher tak<br />...ka koi gilaah nahin hai...<br />na jaane...yeh hamara kaisa yakin hai...<br />ki har gunaah aapka lagta haseen hai....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-3384004460957281399?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-38402139844432516652007-08-29T15:09:00.000-07:002007-08-29T15:24:56.374-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RtXyDfyEQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B7hWv0gNR_A/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RtXyDfyEQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B7hWv0gNR_A/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104251894579347666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />poonam ki chaandni mein chalkar...<br />sardh subaho ki os mein pighalkar...<br />beete huye palo ki silwaton se nikalkar...<br />tanhai bhari karwaton se lipatkar...<br /><br />tum yaad aaye...<br /><br />yaad aaye tum mujhe har pal...pal pal...<br /><br />Bas tum naa aaye ...tum naa aaye!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-3840213984443251665?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-78296739060038336092007-08-15T18:48:00.000-07:002007-08-17T10:12:35.028-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RsOv6PyEQMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FdYXBQzflO8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RsOv6PyEQMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FdYXBQzflO8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099112618317332674" /></a><br />...har hansi khushi nahi hoti....<br />...kaash!! <br />..kash aisa hota.....<br />......jab chahte....<br />.........khush ho lete....<br />....saans lete aur jee lete....<br /><br /> har hansi....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-7829673906003833609?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-54177647880417649012007-07-11T22:10:00.003-07:002009-06-26T19:26:16.522-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">...accidentally touched upon this old stuff i had written ...i guess i had just joined my first yr of engg....days of new experiences...days of mills n boons...days of girly talks with my bunch of women ...days of day dreaming...sounds pretty childish...but this piece remains as one of my all time favorites...guess those were the days of growing up..:)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RpW-AftrSKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UXOyzc50EDI/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RpW-AftrSKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UXOyzc50EDI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086180269907200162" /></a><br />are you the man I desire.....?<br />or are you the man among the liars.....?<br /><br />are you the man I can die for....?<br />or are you the man I can only sigh for....?<br /><br />are you the man who ignites those feelings...?<br />or are you the man whose touch is simply healing....?<br /><br />I long to find an answer to these...<br />then shall my unrest cease....<br /><br />cease the fire of passion....<br />or cease which is only my imagination....<br /><br />imaginations!! ah! and my dreams....<br />and you haunt them always it seems....<br /><br />Get away! I want to get away from you....<br />I want to fly and set away from you....<br /><br />It seems sometimes that you have crippled my sense of distinction....<br />i dont feel for anyone now...you are always there in my every perception.....<br /><br />I miss the warmth of my old tattered pillow....<br />I miss the charm of the innocent halo....<br /><br />I hate the transition....<br />from a girl to a woman my friends mention....<br /><br />but alas you are the man who inspires the woman in me....<br />you are the man for whom a woman I want to be....!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-5417764788041764901?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-68393538362361781712007-06-24T19:13:00.001-07:002009-06-26T19:25:04.410-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Rn8pmaw0vFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v8N1Afv8N34/s1600-h/cr1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Rn8pmaw0vFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v8N1Afv8N34/s400/cr1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079824644693081170" /></a><br />....how often do you feel scared of the fact that you are capable of hurting someone more than the fact that someone is capable of hurting you???<br />....how often you feel at peace and ease when the world is being offered to you; you want to sneak back into your own small corner???<br />....how often so much love is given to you and you dont want to take it up???<br />....how often you feel - what you did was right but still feel you should not have???<br />....how often...how often....?????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-6839353836236178171?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-87005523524683582652007-06-11T21:24:00.001-07:002007-06-13T11:41:27.643-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RnA6QKw0vCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/waHdjYfDSio/s1600-h/turmoil.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/RnA6QKw0vCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/waHdjYfDSio/s400/turmoil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075620829488004130" /></a><br />Just when I felt that things were going right, falling back into the "right" places...my demons have striked again....and like always...I am doubtful,confused and choked up!!<br /> <br /> The uncertainties, the dilemmas and the questions floating around me...are so suffocating that I wish, If I could just tear apart the false shell of calmness around me...and run away where no one can reach me...!!<br /><br />And right now the last thing I want is to get judged by anyone...and at the same time I wonder when will I finally settle down with myself...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8700552352468358265?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-50288905757346374362007-04-25T10:37:00.000-07:002007-04-25T13:08:46.751-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri-TWGyN-TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8EqvHik8418/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri-TWGyN-TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8EqvHik8418/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057422914548005170" /></a><br />...I hate to do code and doc reviews...makes me feel miserable...n guilty...<br />...cause i always face the dilemma of choosing between the two....<br /><br /> <strong>boredom Vs conscience</strong> ( not to overlook!!)...<br /><br />a boredom..that almost kills you....<br /> <em> {{i can fry and eat my brains!!}} </em><br />....and a boredom that keeps your conscience alive!!!<br /> <em> {{hmm..i shud do it well }} </em><br />a conscience ..that makes u feel miserable....<br /> <em> {{ why am i doing this?? this is lunacy!!}} </em><br />...and a conscience...that makes u feel guilty <br /> <em> {{c'mmon i get paid for it..ouch!! something atleast.. }} </em><br /><br />and while writing this post...i am still in the thick of it!!!... ;-)<br /><br /><em>{{just overlooked the conscience for some well deserved break!! :D }}</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-5028890575734637436?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-65506518287687175892007-04-24T19:32:00.000-07:002007-04-24T19:52:44.051-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7CcmyN-II/AAAAAAAAADo/ZB4VdvLLxz0/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7CcmyN-II/AAAAAAAAADo/ZB4VdvLLxz0/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057193228286949506" /></a><br />..dont kill it...<br />...dont expect me to change...dont expect yourself...<br />but hope to change what we have between us....<br />...dont brood...dont shout...dont cry...<br />but hope to feel better...<br />...dont think it does not hurt me...dont think it will not to you...<br />but hope it does not get worse<br />...dont shy...dont say goodbye...<br />but hope this could be a new beginning...<br /><br />dont kill hope!!!!...dont kill it....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-6550651828768717589?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-52218669278098678112007-04-24T17:36:00.000-07:002007-04-24T20:23:37.094-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7Dv2yN-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/eIyCA2HZsJ4/s1600-h/sand.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7Dv2yN-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/eIyCA2HZsJ4/s320/sand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057194658511059090" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">yaadon ko ab ghaanth mein bandh ke nahi rakhna...<br />milawat hone do zindagi mein..ab kuch chaanth ke nahi rakhna...<br />beh jaane do sab...waqt ki lahar mein...jo jaata hai jaane do..kuch mutthi mein nahi rakhna...</span><br /><br />...5th Apr 07<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7JpWyN-NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xncPD3slq28/s1600-h/brush.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7JpWyN-NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xncPD3slq28/s200/brush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057201143911676114" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">ungliyo ko khuli hawa mein saans lene do...<br />kab se zindagi ko kase huyi..ab unhe jeene do...<br />khulengi...to nayi tasveer banayengi...rang bhar paayengi...<br />...ab unhe jeene do...</span><br /><br />...6th Apr 07<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-5221866927809867811?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-83168491576485233312007-04-22T11:43:00.000-07:002007-04-24T20:31:28.873-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7LjGyN-QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J_1bjwDYdTI/s1600-h/web.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7LjGyN-QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J_1bjwDYdTI/s400/web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057203235560749314" /></a><br /><br />..sometimes i wish...that my life should revolve less around people...n more around myself...<br /><br />well..thats a resolve i make always...n then forget to put it to practice...:)...<br />but then i wonder, those people are mine...i exist cause they do...without them i will lose the soul purpose of my actions , decisions of my life...ah!...<br /><br />...but yet again...i wish....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-8316849157648523331?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-14923150229052349572007-04-22T11:37:00.000-07:002007-06-24T21:20:52.456-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7K-WyN-PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mPNzJGyNwX0/s1600-h/sometimes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7K-WyN-PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mPNzJGyNwX0/s400/sometimes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057202604200556786" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">..unki aankhon mein ek pal dekha...<br />par beeta hua kal dekha....<br /><br />unmein subah se shaam thi....<br />ek pal maanga.....<br />par woh bhi us kal ke naam thi.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7MCGyN-RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DBQfUIxQkGc/s1600-h/pal.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7MCGyN-RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DBQfUIxQkGc/s400/pal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057203768136694034" /></a><br />socha tha ki bhool gayi hoon woh pal...<br />kyun ki pal...pal mein beet jaatein hai....<br /><br />fir bhi na jaane kyun....<br />palko ke neeche aaj bhi pal rahe the woh pal....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-1492315022905234957?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-2641288323287411962007-04-19T20:16:00.000-07:002007-04-24T20:43:50.141-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7OOGyN-SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xn7Mg_BkVUQ/s1600-h/busy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w-S6zgJY6XI/Ri7OOGyN-SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xn7Mg_BkVUQ/s400/busy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057206173318379810" /></a><br /><ul>...project management is an effecient tool to make the redundant managers indispensable!!<br /></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-264128832328741196?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259134674328673239.post-66667566430660871162007-04-19T16:35:00.001-07:002007-04-24T17:53:33.075-07:00<ul><li>....<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style:italic;">Integrity</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span>...a word applicable to every aspect of life....a discipline....i live my life by....</li><li>....it only matters when <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style:italic;">people</span> </span>matter......</li><li>....<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-style:italic;">love</span></span>...is mystic....n lets keep it that way....otherwise it becomes messy!!<br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259134674328673239-6666756643066087116?l=etherealspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>etherealspacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07371533756891946954noreply@blogger.com4