<?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-1590311222634808465</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rara avis Revisión!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Reviews</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-52536499186780941</id><published>2011-12-03T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:14:30.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dirty Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quoting this starts THE DIRTY PICTURE. This movie has brought the Adult-standards to A New LOW!!! As the unofficial biopic of a famously erotic personality from showbiz 'SILK', it has to acknowledge the vastly sexual nature of its subject. Director Milan Luthria picks one of the most exciting, exquisite and exceptional actresses from the present to portray one of the most raunchy, rebellious, raciest sex symbols of the past. There's remarkable relish and abandon in the manner Vidya Balan essays Silk, inspired by Southern siren Silk Smitha and her part-flamboyant, part-distressing journey from struggler to star to shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dirty Picture, set in the garish, (mostly) absurd 1980s, neither cringes at her choices nor condemns her audacity. On the contrary, it celebrates cleavage-dominated, over-the-top flamboyance and treats Silk like an unsung star of the aforesaid era, who happened before her time but struggled to gain respectability for flaunting her sensuality and promiscuity in a way that didn't conform to social perception. The supposedly decent and respectable society is the one that makes a Silk out of Reshma and sex-symbol out of Silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the most ridiculous get-ups, Shah is most effective in conveying the smug, randy tone of his narcissistic old-timer. Nasseruddin Pull it off instead of Tushar Kapoor and Emraan Hashmi... [Wel, the Kissing boy kisses here tooo..... ] And the music, for other than the 'ooola la la', the Nakka-mukka sound track steals it most times!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.indicine.com/movies/bollywood/video-nakka-mukka-the-dirty-picture/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether she's cracking crude innuendos or bursting out of her tightly-fitted clothing to expose all those meticulously added calories, the actress, literally, puts her soul and body to embody Silk. In a world, where a majority of women obsess over a flat stomach above anything else, Vidya flaunts a protruding belly as though it didn't exist. Such commitment would impress anybody -- you, me. Tom Hanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One appreciates Luthria's effort to authenticate the period by bringing in retro outfits, kitschy sets, vintage cameras, Maruti 800s and Premiere Padminis, minute slip-ups go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of creativity, it's a middling effort. But where bravado is concerned, The Dirty Picture kicks ass by virtue of three very strong reasons: Vidya Balan. Vidya Balan. Vidya Balan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-52536499186780941?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/52536499186780941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=52536499186780941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/52536499186780941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/52536499186780941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty-picture.html' title='The Dirty Picture'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7932198995005856614</id><published>2011-12-03T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:15:40.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Tin Tin - The Secret of the Unicorns</title><content type='html'>The comic book creation of the Belgian artist Herge, Tintin has captivated the imagination of generations of readers since his first appearance way back in 1929.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Race against Evil. A World Beyond Imagination. An Adventure beyond belief. Take a bow Steven Spielberg. ‘Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn’ is one of the best 3D film for this year. If there could have been anyone who could have given the boy audiences' eyes on screen, it could only have been Steven Spielberg! From the mind boggling graphics to some uber special effects, almost everything in the movie is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is engaging from title credits itself and keeps the viewer engaged all throughout with interesting twist and turns.   The chase,the desert and the final showdown are THE best I have seen in an animation movie...Splendid! The cutting-edge computer animation seamlessly blends the voices, expressions and movements of the actors. Action set pieces, including a roller-coaster chase on the streets of a Moroccan port town, alternate with scenes of banal slapstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Tintin…, happily, reconfirms Steven Spielberg's status as King of the Blockbusters.   Watch it if you are a Tintin fan, you won’t be disappointed. And if you are new to the world of Herge and his wonder boy, then you have just stumbled upon gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7932198995005856614?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7932198995005856614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7932198995005856614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7932198995005856614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7932198995005856614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2011/12/adventures-of-tin-tin-secret-of.html' title='The Adventures of Tin Tin - The Secret of the Unicorns'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8401161049839256821</id><published>2011-12-03T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:17:05.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn - I</title><content type='html'>Is ‘&lt;b&gt;Breaking Dawn - I&lt;/b&gt;′ an enjoyable experience for Twi-hards and non-fans, alike? Or does this first half of the ‘Twilight Saga’ finale offer too little to be a standalone film? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, judging by the events unfolding in Breaking Dawn: Part 1, the answer is no.  At least half of the film is dominated by one melodramatic scene after another – in place of either interesting character interactions or exciting action... Simply put, underwhelming. I was expecting it to be alot more GRAND!!! But, it couldn't justify the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn: Part 1 isn't quite as accessible to casual moviegoers, as it does depend on the viewer having followed the plot thus far. But in Bill Condon, it also has a director who puts a very distinct spin on things, walking the fine line of playing the romance absolutely straight while taking the supernatural stuff as seriously as it deserves (which is to say, not at all).  Condon, however, goes crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all goes wrong just when it should go right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8401161049839256821?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8401161049839256821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8401161049839256821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8401161049839256821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8401161049839256821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2011/12/breaking-dawn-i.html' title='Breaking Dawn - I'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8994499602256025746</id><published>2011-03-08T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:52:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Women</title><content type='html'>For the virtues of the kind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the faults of the blind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Tempest of the shrewd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Princes of Emotions and Perfection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Language of love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the eyes that are ocean deep, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the heart that is unmatchable, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Juliet of the Romeo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the voice that pacifies, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sighs that makes your heart beat, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone's Sexy lady on the floor, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the wonders of the world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the all the mothers of the children, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the womb that rocks everyone's world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the LOVE OF GOD'S UNIVERSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the lovely Femals that God ever carved out of his own hands to save the human kind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8994499602256025746?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8994499602256025746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8994499602256025746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8994499602256025746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8994499602256025746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedicated-to-women.html' title='Dedicated to Women'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-669314341076353309</id><published>2010-12-11T03:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:04:26.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP UP!!!</title><content type='html'>Someone once said that-"To Travelle is better than To Ride." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that their is only one path to take to get to be where you want to be in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you choose that one path, it doesnt mean that you have to ban all the other ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that this is what hapens all along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it counts - The stumbles, the falls, the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a journey, Not a Destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta trust yourself that the future will work out itself like its supposed to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sounding wierd, But I'm ready to jump..., to take a STEP UP!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: Step Up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-669314341076353309?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/669314341076353309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=669314341076353309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/669314341076353309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/669314341076353309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/12/step-up.html' title='STEP UP!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7211224050348341470</id><published>2010-12-03T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:41:26.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION!!!</title><content type='html'>When I was 5, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up; I answered Astronaut or Scientist. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I was 10, they asked again; The answer was Rock star, Choreographer,or the President.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But now that I have grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how about this?-"Who the hell knows?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coz, this isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes.... Take the wrong training, get stuck somewhere, fall in love....a lot...! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Majoring philosophy because their is noway to make a career out of that... Change your mind and change it again because nothing is permanent. So make as many mistakes as u can... That way someday when they ask what we wannabe, We wont have to guess...WE'LL KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[@_@]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: Eclipse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7211224050348341470?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7211224050348341470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7211224050348341470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7211224050348341470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7211224050348341470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/12/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2297725974003210021</id><published>2010-10-23T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:48:11.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written in the stars...!</title><content type='html'>I can't explain how it is, &lt;br /&gt;I can only say how it feels like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So down to earth, i'm bringing gravity down, &lt;br /&gt;They say that money is the root, the evilest crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People work so hard to get all their salary taxed, &lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is all the sanity at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a kid that none cares about,  &lt;br /&gt;So you gotta scream till they hear it out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I knew that maybe someday I'd understand, &lt;br /&gt;Trynna change a tenner to a hundred grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend the airplanes in the night sky to be shooting stars, &lt;br /&gt;Because I've things to fight, the missions and the wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in the stars a million miles away is a message, &lt;br /&gt;Seasons come and go but now i'll never change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2297725974003210021?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1544832835688424327</id><published>2010-08-12T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:40:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DENUDED</title><content type='html'>I had got away, that was my victory.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The real quarrel had began to burgeon in me then-&lt;br /&gt;I thought of how it wrapped me and those around me,&lt;br /&gt;All stooped by a Fear of religion,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of phantoms, Fear of ridicule,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of hunger, Fear of Annihilation,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of their own deeply ingrained aggression.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That can only strike a blow at each other,&lt;br /&gt;Not having the innate authority to strike at those who are higher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pity arose-&lt;br /&gt;For land too often denuded,&lt;br /&gt;For people reluctant to admit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is why I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Because I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Because I dread a psychological choke.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The person you are is anathema to the person you would like to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1544832835688424327?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1544832835688424327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1544832835688424327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1544832835688424327'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Besides the cryptic emotion bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u come with me?&lt;br /&gt;I ask u one more time,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait till u answer&lt;br /&gt;And hope for a positive sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish you were close&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to chant this before,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what stopped me&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, U dwell in my deep core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Streams of Hearts shall&lt;br /&gt;Sally down the simulated course,&lt;br /&gt;Our bonds will be fastened&lt;br /&gt;If u please, with love endorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambience of Romance rules,&lt;br /&gt;U gave your warm hand;&lt;br /&gt;As our souls sparkle and blend,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of anxiety bury in deep sands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-346872449703744926?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4963446406400730102</id><published>2010-08-07T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:56:12.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END!</title><content type='html'>Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened coz of me and I know it too. &lt;br /&gt;I don't defend myself,&lt;br /&gt;but I really never thought of the consequences! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious that I've failed once, &lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the end. &lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't the end, &lt;br /&gt;But this failure is not so easy to digest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I worked hard not to witness it again, &lt;br /&gt;And now wen its time for the fate to decide the win or lose, &lt;br /&gt;Why am I afraid of the decision? &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be patient and let the appropriate time come? &lt;br /&gt;Why am i being so difficult for myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i'm not supposed to be depressed. &lt;br /&gt;And I also understand that this is not the end. &lt;br /&gt;But then why this fear of the fate not letting me go, once again, seems to be The End?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4963446406400730102?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4963446406400730102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4963446406400730102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Emo.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness.&lt;br /&gt;Addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all,&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness and Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats wats this red part in the body feels at this point, right now right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its something that's feels coz it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, contrarywise, if it had to be so, it would be; And if it were to be so, it'll be. But as it isn't, it ain't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where i don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;The heart thats not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really hurts! ;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-3683757727508161539?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/3683757727508161539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=3683757727508161539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3683757727508161539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3683757727508161539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/06/emo-n-me.html' title='!Emo-N-Me!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4275765043176517446</id><published>2010-04-21T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:08:15.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You....</title><content type='html'>Your quietness is not bearable. Your talks cherish my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your silence kills me. Your noise feels like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fights with me are welcomed. Your love for me is for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me. Keep me in your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you define my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4275765043176517446?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4275765043176517446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4275765043176517446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4275765043176517446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4275765043176517446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html' title='You....'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6616160073864407432</id><published>2010-04-21T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:07:29.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tussell</title><content type='html'>Ppl say you don't understand. But i just don't find logic in their talks sometimes, maybe coz i'm the uneducated one.&lt;br /&gt;They say, life is not so easy. So wats so hard about life? Its just a path which you have to travell... The untrodden one!&lt;br /&gt;They say, you have to live by the rules. But are we born and do we die by the rules?&lt;br /&gt;They say, you are a girl, compromise is your fate! Wrong! I'm a girl and i'm born to rule!&lt;br /&gt;They say you are yet a novice. I ask Weren't you a novice too?&lt;br /&gt;They say i talk the unthinkable. How do you differentiate between the thinkable and the unthinkable?&lt;br /&gt;They say i've the wrong attitude of looking at life. I don't understand wats attitude. And i look at life the way it shows me.&lt;br /&gt;They say, the society won't agree with you. Do i need the society's agreement to do wat i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do hell with the ppl, do hell with the society.&lt;br /&gt;My heart says i'm right and i know i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two roads diverged into the woods and i choose the path less travelled by."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6616160073864407432?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6616160073864407432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6616160073864407432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6616160073864407432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6616160073864407432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/04/tussell.html' title='The Tussell'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7277265883013242383</id><published>2010-04-21T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:06:38.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Education for BREAD and BUTTER alone?</title><content type='html'>A girl in Delhi weighed down with PhD's collapsed from strain. The Doc said: 'Its plain, you are killing yourself with degrees.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educationist will tell you, A good education is needed. So you end up getting the Masters degree. By this time, things change so much that the country resembles the LPG cylinder- Liberalisation, Privatisation and Globalisation. So you go ahead and finish up with the Doctrate. You finally apply for the job with confidence. After a long wait, you get the reply- 'You are too old for this job. We are looking for younger blood.'&lt;br /&gt;Education is a hoax by which wat is in the teacher's books gets into the student's books without passing the heads of either. We become educated and impart education with one purpose. For the one getting it, the purpose is to earn in plenty for a luxurious and comfortable life and for the one giving it is also the same. Thats why its said: " They know enough, who know how to earn."&lt;br /&gt;the process of education beings with birth and continues through life. All that we experience serves as a form of education. The goal of education is the development of individual's capacity to be happy, successful and productive members of the society.&lt;br /&gt;But the concept of today's education revolves around only one object of earning bread and butter. We actually don't understand that:&lt;br /&gt;'Money will buy you bed but not sleep, books but not brains, food but no appetite, medicine but no health, luxury but no culture, sex but not love.'&lt;br /&gt;It is for this reason that despite having all the competitive man and brain power, India still remains a developing country! Its the result of our greed that we have inculcated the evils of corruption, bribery, poverty, unemployment and the list never ends.&lt;br /&gt;The world's future is in our hands and it depends on us how to lead the future so that the world may become a happy and better place to reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADES MEAN NOTHING IN THE REAL WORLD,&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS OFCOURSE YOU ARE TALKING EGGS.&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE REALISE THE TRAITS THAT COUNT,&lt;br /&gt;CREATIVITY, STYLE, MOTIVATION AND THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget- "An education that confines itself to impart knowledge is no education."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7277265883013242383?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7277265883013242383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7277265883013242383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7277265883013242383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7277265883013242383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-education-for-bread-and-butter-alone.html' title='Is Education for BREAD and BUTTER alone?'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1840916851351036980</id><published>2010-03-28T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:03:49.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The diary of AN UNBORN BABAY!</title><content type='html'>1st May: Today my mum and dad showed how much they love each other. They slept together and my life began! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th May: My blood circulatioon system is begining now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th May: My mouth began to develop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st May: My heart has begun to beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd May: For some reason, my mum is worried coz I'm inside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th May: My hands and feet have started growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th June: Little fingers are popping out from the ends of ma hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th June: My mum felt that I'm moving inside. I'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th June: Now I know that I m going to be a gal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th June: Organs inside me have started growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th July: My hair has started to grow. I hope it grows straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th July: My eyes are ready for use. But both still shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th July: My heart is really beating now. M really growing.I can't wait to see the outside world. I'm wondering their might be some guy God sent, made for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th May: Oops, Today my mum killed me. I'm no more alive, thrown in the dustbin. &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;U R LUCKY IT DIDN'T HAPPEN TO YOU. AREN'T U?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1840916851351036980?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1840916851351036980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1840916851351036980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1840916851351036980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1840916851351036980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/03/diary-of-unborn-babay.html' title='The diary of AN UNBORN BABAY!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8950076787561397375</id><published>2010-03-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:02:40.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing YOU Badly</title><content type='html'>Im missing you badly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatelse can i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i thought of you suddenly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember how you fix my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart from breaking in two.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting used to it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s hard to adjust with it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just thought that at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your’e always there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and always by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how will i know if your’e not here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you’re not on the other side? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m afraid to loose you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in you i found a place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place where i can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff that a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you could only see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if your’e leaving me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls take my emo with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont wanna feel my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be torn in two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it’s just all because of you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8950076787561397375?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8950076787561397375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8950076787561397375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8950076787561397375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8950076787561397375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-you-badly.html' title='Missing YOU Badly'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2119934234235020248</id><published>2010-03-16T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:29:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>Love is not what you see, not wat you thnk, not wat you hear, not wat you achieve, its all that you feel in urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch your heart and feel the touch of that person, you close your eyes and have the picture of that person, you take a deep breath and feel the closeness of that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in love not when you think you are, you are not in love when you want to be, you are not in love just coz of some good looks of a person, In fact you are in love when you keep telling yourself that you want to be away from love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you die for a sight of that person, when u are ready to do anything just for a smile, wen u have tears in eyes for that person, wen u start praying to God for the wellbeing of that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not invented, not created, not produced, but it is felt by your heart and then u have a reason to laugh, cry, smile, to live life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say fall in love but just want to say that feel the love thats their...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2119934234235020248?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-463236790568433003</id><published>2010-03-14T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:53:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woman</title><content type='html'>Wonder what a woman is? &lt;br /&gt;A typhoon, a hurricane or a breeze? &lt;br /&gt;Unsolved riddle or hard to crack su-do-ku? &lt;br /&gt;Long lines of a sonnet or a short haiku? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the fragrance of smell, Force of the mass. &lt;br /&gt;Reasoning of the logic, Random in magic. &lt;br /&gt;Faith of a prayer, Fear inside courage. &lt;br /&gt;Hope in enthusiasum, Hardwork in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the light in darkness, the right in the wrong. &lt;br /&gt;She is the ambience of nature, the expression of self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves though not loved, She cares though uncared for. &lt;br /&gt;She laughs though laughed at, She understand though ununderstood always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a mature being of the universe mixed with stupidity, love care, concise, sophistication, aggressiveness, passion, emotions, faith, respect, hope and above all the frequency and intensity to bear and work against all odds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is your child, sister, wife, mother, friend, colleague, mentor, boss and above all a magical creation of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inception of all innovations, the core of all creations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core of every thing living, &lt;br /&gt;And sits inside every being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hear it for women once, lets respect her efforts once, lets show our love to her atleast once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz they are the ones who mar their ambitions, Walk over their feelings. &lt;br /&gt;Compromise in every face of life, Still has a heart filled with ample of love for everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect reflection of God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-463236790568433003?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/463236790568433003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=463236790568433003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/463236790568433003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/463236790568433003'/><link 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his master kicks him off, its wen a friend says 'mai hu na, chal kisko phodna hai bata', its wen there are tears in the eyes of the guy who kisses his girl on her forehead, its wen your teacher tells you: don't worry, i know you can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love has no defination, its just the expression of the heart's emotion by one that makes it an eternal sense for the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-565219445985226993?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/565219445985226993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=565219445985226993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who recieve it without making poorer to those who give it. It takes just a moment but the memory of it lasts forever. None is so rich and mighty that he can get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. &lt;br /&gt;A smile brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad and it is nature's best antidote for trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Yet it cannot be bought, begged or stolen; for it is something that is of no value to anyone unless it is given away from within. &lt;br /&gt;Some ppl are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile much as he who has none to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4938763795087406871?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4938763795087406871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4938763795087406871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4938763795087406871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4938763795087406871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/03/smilesi.html' title='Smilesi... :)'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-9026409167398141192</id><published>2010-03-02T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:19:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WAKE UP CALL</title><content type='html'>Girls even in the modern world, Are being discriminated by every single word. &lt;br /&gt;If the girl is silver, then the boy is stated as gold. &lt;br /&gt;Who is responsible for this? -&lt;br /&gt;Is the question raised from every direction. &lt;br /&gt;Speeches on gender equality are given by politicians. &lt;br /&gt;But can anyone explain actions taken in this direction? &lt;br /&gt;Women are burnt alive when their husbands are dead. &lt;br /&gt;And in every sphere, man is considered family's head. &lt;br /&gt;Wake up society, wake up girls. &lt;br /&gt;And learn to fight for your rights with every single word. &lt;br /&gt;Or it'll be too late for you, to rise up in the present world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-9026409167398141192?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/9026409167398141192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=9026409167398141192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/9026409167398141192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/9026409167398141192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/03/wake-up-call.html' title='A WAKE UP CALL'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-3106856655919213714</id><published>2010-03-01T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:34:20.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN...</title><content type='html'>~When i was sure of losing..,i won&lt;br /&gt;~When i needed people the most, they left me..&lt;br /&gt;~When i learnt to dry my tear, i found a sholder to cry on..&lt;br /&gt;~when i became busy, i got freinds&lt;br /&gt;~When i masterd the skill of hating, somebody started Loving me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats life&lt;br /&gt;Simply Unpredectible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pray God:&lt;br /&gt;"Rewind my life..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-3106856655919213714?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/3106856655919213714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=3106856655919213714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3106856655919213714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3106856655919213714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/03/when.html' title='WHEN...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8902517864080540163</id><published>2010-02-28T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:49:56.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILD LABOUR: A SHAME!</title><content type='html'>"When my mother died, I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue could scarcely cry weep! Weep! Weep! So your chimneys i sweep and in slot i sleep."&lt;br /&gt;These lines give up a realistic picture of a society where children were sold for two or three guineas. In fact, it is true to every society where child labour is practised. &lt;br /&gt;Child labour is a henious crime, a punishable offence and yet it is a sad fact that it is an age old phenomenon. William wordsworth said "Heaven lies about us in our infancy." &lt;br /&gt;Survival is the sole priority so children take upon them the onerous task of contributing to family income. &lt;br /&gt;Children are God's gift, born to live and blossom. Though their imagination becomes blackened by soot of inhumanity, their dreams stolen, innocence lost, their heavenly abode must be restored. Because-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT IS DONE TO CHILDREN, THEY WILL DO TO SOCIETY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8902517864080540163?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8902517864080540163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8902517864080540163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8902517864080540163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8902517864080540163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/02/child-labour-shame.html' title='CHILD LABOUR: A SHAME!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-3151443722426259331</id><published>2010-02-22T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:45:36.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love by a Lover to his Loved.</title><content type='html'>"If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I would like to do is to save everyday till eternity passes away, just to spend with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save every day like a treasure and then, I would spend them with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a box, just for wishes and dreams that had ever come true, the box would be empty except for the memories of how they were answered by you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I keep the sparkle of your eyes, the tender warmth of your smile, the small tilt of your head, the delicate curves of your soft body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dream- &lt;br /&gt;Dream of holding you close, caring for you, protecting you and loving you always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of love, I envision you, your eyes, your radiating warmth, your joy and vibrance and the tender feelings in my heart from your lovely smile. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-3151443722426259331?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/3151443722426259331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=3151443722426259331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3151443722426259331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3151443722426259331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-by-lover-to-his-loved.html' title='Love by a Lover to his Loved.'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7517694583445366124</id><published>2010-01-27T00:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:19:39.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS UNCOMPLICATE LIFE</title><content type='html'>Lets uncomplicate life. Thats wat i just said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is life complicated? I pondered but i couldn't find any complications in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complicate life by our own hands. Our thoughts do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start at a bust and go on and on and take a whole circle. And then you realise- you got back from where you started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain everytime: y me? Why things go wrong wid me everytime? Y i always go wrong? Y, y and Y? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realise... Coz i just can't say a simple YES sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple way is just don't let your brain work sometimes. Just let your heart see whats happening and let it take a decision once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say YES sometimes though you are not sure of it; coz anyways at the end you have got nothing to loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I say a YES and you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7517694583445366124?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7517694583445366124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7517694583445366124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7517694583445366124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7517694583445366124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-uncomplicate-life.html' title='LETS UNCOMPLICATE LIFE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6779882391627016970</id><published>2010-01-27T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:19:01.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart N Me!</title><content type='html'>Its a feeling so strong, which makes me feel that i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But i always wonder and feel, i am rite; wen my heart says, you can't always be rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a heated argument! &lt;br /&gt;I say you don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;My heart says, i am not meant to understand! &lt;br /&gt;I say, but you always argue wid me, though illogical most times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says... &lt;br /&gt;I don't think, i don't understand, i don't argue. &lt;br /&gt;All i do is see, all i do is feel, all i do is speak myself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask- I have a heart, i have brains too; why do you differ? Why can't you unite? Why can't you submerge in each other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say: we are two different horizons all together, poles apart. &lt;br /&gt;We are meant to guide you in your tough times and easy ones too, we are meant to be their for you all the time you need someone to talk to, someone to argue with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to make both the fronts clear for you to choose the right path, the right situation, the right time and the right action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6779882391627016970?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6779882391627016970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6779882391627016970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6779882391627016970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6779882391627016970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-n-me.html' title='Heart N Me!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8841876014254363325</id><published>2010-01-20T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:44:09.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Shit life you are living!!!</title><content type='html'>Money, Luxury, Comfort…. &lt;br /&gt;What shit is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like being a dung insect and collecting shit; &lt;br /&gt;Loads of it and dying in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people like you…. &lt;br /&gt;Rest of your life will be on a desk; &lt;br /&gt;Counting Accounts, Balancing Balance sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally you will end up marrying, &lt;br /&gt;With naughty children and fat, fat body; &lt;br /&gt;Living a life bound by the strict orthodox chain of thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about John Keats, Ernesto Che Guvera, &lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gouh, Stephen Hawkins? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the life in a Wooden House facing the snow storm? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know the smile that the first drop of rain brings to the face of Earth? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever backpacked and lived in Ladakh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the north-east morning smells like? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it is to make love to the person you love? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it is to wake up next to the person you can die for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would say- &lt;br /&gt;“That I m talking all in air!!! &lt;br /&gt;Money is still in existence.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those, I would say: &lt;br /&gt;“Rape, Prostitution, Child Flesh Trade, Murders, Drug Addictions… &lt;br /&gt;They are in existence too… &lt;br /&gt;So do you follow that too?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give me these shit excuses for your Materialistic Needs!!! &lt;br /&gt;God what a Materialistic shit you are!!! &lt;br /&gt;What a Shit life you are living!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8841876014254363325?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8841876014254363325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8841876014254363325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8841876014254363325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8841876014254363325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-shit-life-you-are-living.html' title='What a Shit life you are living!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-5039956235811036842</id><published>2010-01-16T03:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:59:13.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO MADE....?</title><content type='html'>Who made the mountains, who made the trees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made the river flow to the sea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hung the moon in the quarry sky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bigger than you and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am weary, filled with despair; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives me courage to go from there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives me faith that will never die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bigger than you; Somebody bigger than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bigger than you and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-5039956235811036842?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/5039956235811036842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=5039956235811036842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/5039956235811036842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/5039956235811036842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-made.html' title='WHO MADE....?'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8008565397161093880</id><published>2010-01-16T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:58:42.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALITIES OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>If one lives with criticism, one learns to condemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with simplicity, he learns to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with encouragement, he learns confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with praise, he learns to appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with fairness, he learns justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with security, if learns to have faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with approval, he learns to like himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one lives with acceptance, he learns to love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8008565397161093880?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8008565397161093880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8008565397161093880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8008565397161093880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8008565397161093880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/qualities-of-life.html' title='QUALITIES OF LIFE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6435943634002987119</id><published>2010-01-16T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:57:33.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVE OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>' I shall miss the light and friends will miss me they say!' &lt;br /&gt;- GEORGE MAC DONALD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Shall the day of my parting &lt;br /&gt;Be the day of gathering? &lt;br /&gt;And shall it be said that, &lt;br /&gt;My eve was in fact my dawn?' &lt;br /&gt;- KHALIL GIBRAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Life is mostly frost and bubble, &lt;br /&gt;Two things stand like stone. &lt;br /&gt;Kindness in others trouble, &lt;br /&gt;And courage in your own. ' &lt;br /&gt;- ADAM LINDSAY GORDAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6435943634002987119?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6435943634002987119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6435943634002987119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6435943634002987119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6435943634002987119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-my-life_16.html' title='EVE OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4058293528424114814</id><published>2010-01-13T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:57:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVE OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>' I shall miss the light and friends will miss me they say!' &lt;br /&gt;- GEORGE MAC DONALD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Shall the day of my parting &lt;br /&gt;Be the day of gathering? &lt;br /&gt;And shall it be said that, &lt;br /&gt;My eve was in fact my dawn?' &lt;br /&gt;- KHALIL GIBRAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Life is mostly frost and bubble, &lt;br /&gt;Two things stand like stone. &lt;br /&gt;Kindness in others trouble, &lt;br /&gt;And courage in your own. ' &lt;br /&gt;- ADAM LINDSAY GORDAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4058293528424114814?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4058293528424114814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4058293528424114814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4058293528424114814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4058293528424114814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve-of-my-life.html' title='EVE OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1788572023838600111</id><published>2010-01-11T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:42:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do What Is Necessary.</title><content type='html'>A man fell into a pit and called for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A subjective person replied:&lt;br /&gt;'I feel for you down there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An objective person replied: &lt;br /&gt;'Its quiet possible that you remain down there.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scientist analysed a relative theory of how he fell into a pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statistician answered: &lt;br /&gt;'50-50 chances are that anyone could fall into a pit.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journalist came up with an exclusive story about this pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yogi philosophised: &lt;br /&gt;' Your pit is only a state of mind.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessimist discouraged: &lt;br /&gt;' Things will get worse.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one did what was necessary. It is important to feel the need and hurts of others. However, what is more important is to put feel under your feelings and do something, quickly and appropriately about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1788572023838600111?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1788572023838600111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1788572023838600111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1788572023838600111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1788572023838600111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-what-is-necessary.html' title='Do What Is Necessary.'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1279582878176966715</id><published>2010-01-08T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:12:20.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR A SMILE</title><content type='html'>Two rings just touching each other,&lt;br /&gt;Joys and Sorrows, are part of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;But in hard times, bear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the days will come and the days will go,&lt;br /&gt;After levity, their may be some woe,&lt;br /&gt;After winter, raptourous spring will come,&lt;br /&gt;But in hard times, bear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the months will pass and yeras will go,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you will touch the limit of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you will plunge on thorny land,&lt;br /&gt;But in hard times, bear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time will come and the time will go,&lt;br /&gt;Toil and troubles; joys and delight,&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are part of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;But in hard times bear a smile;&lt;br /&gt;For the time is quickly passing away.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1279582878176966715?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1279582878176966715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1279582878176966715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1279582878176966715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1279582878176966715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bear-smile.html' title='BEAR A SMILE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4674919385183596280</id><published>2009-12-31T03:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:04:58.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year is at the Door...</title><content type='html'>A book, a dress, a lot of movies, a strength. &lt;br /&gt;Something has come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the book? dress? Movies? Strength? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!!!.........? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the part of life you lived, &lt;br /&gt;the emotions that you felt, &lt;br /&gt;the promises you made and broke, &lt;br /&gt;and the list goes endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new beginingn- &lt;br /&gt;New books and dresses and movies and all of it... &lt;br /&gt;But is this wat a new year means? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is a new AWAKENING. &lt;br /&gt;A new year is a new OATH. &lt;br /&gt;A new year is a new RESOLUTION. &lt;br /&gt;A new year is a new SET OF PROMISES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all togather a new life to correct the mistakes you committed before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i have made my resolution for myself to be achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat are you waiting for guys? Wats your new year resolution???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4674919385183596280?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4674919385183596280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4674919385183596280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4674919385183596280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4674919385183596280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-is-at-door.html' title='New Year is at the Door...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7105321678883325306</id><published>2009-12-26T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:57:09.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas carol</title><content type='html'>O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come ye, o come ye, o come ye to bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore him, o come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing choirs of angels, sing in exultation, sing all ye citizens of heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God- in the highest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore him, o come let us adore him, o come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come ye, o come ye to bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and behold him- born the King of Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore him, o come let us adore him, o come let us adore him... CHRIST THE LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7105321678883325306?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7105321678883325306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7105321678883325306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7105321678883325306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7105321678883325306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-carol.html' title='Christmas carol'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2067676200173193922</id><published>2009-12-15T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:33:43.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections of the School Days</title><content type='html'>Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, &lt;br /&gt;We love the play-place of ourearly days, &lt;br /&gt;The scene is touching and the heart is stone &lt;br /&gt;That feels not at the sight, and feels at none; &lt;br /&gt;The wall on which we tried our graving skill, &lt;br /&gt;The very name we carved sustisting still, &lt;br /&gt;The banch on which we sat while deep employed; &lt;br /&gt;Though mangled, hackled and hewed, not yet destroyed; &lt;br /&gt;The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, &lt;br /&gt;Playing our games and on the very spot; &lt;br /&gt;The Pleasing Spectacle at ones excites- &lt;br /&gt;Such recollections of our delights, &lt;br /&gt;That viewing it, we seem almost to obtain &lt;br /&gt;Our innocent sweet simple years again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2067676200173193922?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2067676200173193922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2067676200173193922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2067676200173193922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2067676200173193922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/recollections-of-school-days_15.html' title='Recollections of the School Days'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7001013909670667118</id><published>2009-12-15T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:33:42.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections of the School Days</title><content type='html'>Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, &lt;br /&gt;We love the play-place of ourearly days, &lt;br /&gt;The scene is touching and the heart is stone &lt;br /&gt;That feels not at the sight, and feels at none; &lt;br /&gt;The wall on which we tried our graving skill, &lt;br /&gt;The very name we carved sustisting still, &lt;br /&gt;The banch on which we sat while deep employed; &lt;br /&gt;Though mangled, hackled and hewed, not yet destroyed; &lt;br /&gt;The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, &lt;br /&gt;Playing our games and on the very spot; &lt;br /&gt;The Pleasing Spectacle at ones excites- &lt;br /&gt;Such recollections of our delights, &lt;br /&gt;That viewing it, we seem almost to obtain &lt;br /&gt;Our innocent sweet simple years again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7001013909670667118?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7001013909670667118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7001013909670667118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7001013909670667118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7001013909670667118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/recollections-of-school-days.html' title='Recollections of the School Days'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7236203168892701612</id><published>2009-12-15T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:08:23.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Girl Child.........</title><content type='html'>"Change in the winds,&lt;br /&gt;Change in the rains;&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;For women's pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intention of comfort,&lt;br /&gt;A war for supreme power;&lt;br /&gt;The result of this facet,&lt;br /&gt;Did u ever discover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever thought what a bubbly, sweet little female embroy, a girl, a women, a wife and mainly a mother has to suffer due to men's dominating supremacy? Girl child in the mother's womb is being frequently killed. There are activities of Sex Selection by parents of the embroy if it is of a girl and these and many more activities go on and on and on................where is all this leading us to? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, to the extinction of women from this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, we used to read in newspapers that some animal species are being extinct. If our activities against women goes on as it is at present, in a less time, the new channels will switch over to the news of women extinctions from india specially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are caught between the DEVIL and DEEP SEA. If they give birth to a girl child, they have a devil, aka, their family abusing them. And if they abort the child, they feel a deep sea of tears in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is loosing a million girls to sex selection annually. The think brigade is uncharitably ignoring an entire middle kingdom as it recognizes only the far ends of the spectrum, the male and the female, the boy and the girl,......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one thing is clear-&lt;br /&gt;"INDIA MIGHT BE POISED; BUT ITS WOMEN ARE NOT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex ratio in India has steadily declined. what's worse, the masculation of sex ration at birth is no longer raestricted in the northern states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all this?&lt;br /&gt;REASON: A relatively new conservatism, spread and headed by the religious and political rights has made matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two simple words 'D' and 'O';&lt;br /&gt;Place them side by side however'&lt;br /&gt;And they form a word potent enough-&lt;br /&gt;To turn a mass of people into a nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to attack this concealed conservatism is to make the girl child an economically attratctive option. To give them as much concession and security as possible. Our motto should be to educate the illiterate and to infuse educatiopn in the literates. Any person committing female infanticide be expelled from the society and be liable for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is a country in transition with women bearing the burnt. A political, cultural and economic assault on their exploitation is the need today. A SMILING LAXMI ought to be the face of mordern India. Beacuse......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Female Infanticide is on the rise,&lt;br /&gt;Something has to be done for their cries.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who gives you birth,&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who helps you through life's mirth.&lt;br /&gt;And she is the one who is fighting for her life;&lt;br /&gt;So the need of the hour is to save the girl child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request you all not to just talk, talk and talk.... but to walk on their talks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7236203168892701612?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7236203168892701612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7236203168892701612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7236203168892701612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7236203168892701612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-girl-child.html' title='Save The Girl Child.........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-5033295535818239959</id><published>2009-12-14T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:13:08.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything costs, and LOVE does!!!</title><content type='html'>You sound so beautiful tonight, though you aren't around anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I really can't find words to say, as its nerving for me to even think a life without you...&lt;br /&gt;I really think that i need you to- Make my world a better world in a better way. . .&lt;br /&gt;What i wish is that you were here, by my side, just to hold my hand and say I LOVE YOU and all that you do ...&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't wid me anymore, i still am trying to reason things out...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moment you will come hold my hand again, and you wouldn't know my heart turned grey...&lt;br /&gt;Its seems to be years since this feeling is poured within me and waiting to run out of me the day you come back... &lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like forever now...&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just a price i gotta pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-5033295535818239959?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/5033295535818239959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=5033295535818239959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/5033295535818239959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/5033295535818239959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-costs-and-love-does.html' title='Everything costs, and LOVE does!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8848615577106275846</id><published>2009-12-09T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:16:59.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SACRED PREACHINGS</title><content type='html'>“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all people in this world haven’t had the advantages that u have had.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should never forget what one has achieved in life! Everyone is not that lucky to get what you have received which leads you to this success trail. Try to see what the God wants to show you. Next time when you move out of your house just see and observe the people around you and see the difference… You would realize that you are better than them and will, instead of criticizing, do the otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence The Bible says… “What we have done for ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world, remains and is immortal.”  Consequently, it is said- ANNUIT COEPTIS meaning ‘God favors our undertaking’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a River and Books are Boats. Many volumes start down that stream, only to be wrecked and lost beyond recall in its sands. Only a few, very few, endure the testing of time and lives to bless the ages following. The Bible, Kuran, Upanishads and Vedas and the others are such few books that have lived the test of time. It’s not very easy to read and grasp the meaning of these writings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth that The Bible tries to unveil lies behind LAUS DEO (LAu∑ ∆EO); a Latin Phrase meaning PRAISE GOD. The truth is not in layman language. It’s written in codes and parables to be deciphered by only few capable to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving this, The Bible says, “I will utter my mouth in a parable and utter dark sayings old.” The concept of the dark sayings didn’t mean that the saying was evil but rather that’s its true meaning was shadowed or obscured from the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence it is said that, &lt;br /&gt;‘BOTH READ THE BIBLE DAY AND NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THOU READ BLACK WHERE I READ WHITE.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible asks- KNOW YE NOT THAT YE ARE GODS? It says that God is within us and the temple where God resides is none other than our own bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen an actual human brain? Its build in two parts- an outer part called DURA MATER and an inner part called PIA MATER. They are separated by the arachnoid- a veil of web-like tissues. The Biblr describes a temple as a physical temple. It’s structure is of two parts- an outer temple called the Holy Place and an inner sanctuary called the Holy of Holies. These two parts are separated by a veil. So you see the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s for the humans to unveil these parable truths of the scriptures use these Ancient Mysteries for the enlightenment of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, “ IF THE INFINITE HAD NOT DESIRED MAN TO BE WISE, IT WOULD NOT HAVE BESTOWED UPON HIM THE FACULTY OF KNOWING.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8848615577106275846?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8848615577106275846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8848615577106275846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8848615577106275846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8848615577106275846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/12/sacred-preachings.html' title='SACRED PREACHINGS'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7236022089386070604</id><published>2009-11-26T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:46:47.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMES...........</title><content type='html'>At times, i feel i am one in a million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i feel i am alone in a crowd of lacks of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i feel ppl around me are mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i feel i have lost my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i want so much for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i want to give away everything thats wid me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i feel i am so lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i feel why can't i be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a game that time plays on me; and may be wid everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is constant and time keeps on changing, whether you like it or not; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But- YOU GOTTA KEEP SMILING. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7236022089386070604?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7236022089386070604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7236022089386070604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7236022089386070604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7236022089386070604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/11/times.html' title='TIMES...........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7061906533147690442</id><published>2009-11-26T01:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:46:10.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>I m sitting n thinking hard about life...How it changed frm simple college life 2 strict professional life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pocket money changed 2 huge monthly paycheques.. But gives less happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local jeans changed 2 new branded wardrobe...But less occasions 2 use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed 2 a full pizza...But hunger is less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve, changed 2 a car always on, ...But less places 2 go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a tea by roadside change 2 CCD, Barista... But it feels as if the shop is far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card in mobile changed 2 postpaid package... But v dont feel like using it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed 2 flight journey...&lt;br /&gt;But less vacations 4 enjoyment..n many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May b this is d truth of journey called "LIFE".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7061906533147690442?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7061906533147690442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7061906533147690442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7061906533147690442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7061906533147690442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2876827887441698464</id><published>2009-11-26T01:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:45:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT TIMES.........</title><content type='html'>At times i feel dat things r steady n undercontrol... But then out of d blue something happens n everything gets destroyed... &lt;br /&gt;At times guiltiness grips me... &lt;br /&gt;But then i realize that situations and nature permitted things to happen...&lt;br /&gt;I know laws and regulations are made to be followed...&lt;br /&gt;But wat if nature wants you to break them?...&lt;br /&gt;We cannot alter nature...&lt;br /&gt;So Lets think about changing ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Wat say?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2876827887441698464?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2876827887441698464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2876827887441698464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2876827887441698464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2876827887441698464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-times.html' title='AT TIMES.........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2974495123445229262</id><published>2009-11-26T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:44:54.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAGIC DREAM</title><content type='html'>I dream of one sweet city&lt;br /&gt;With sweet temperature out of any nasty&lt;br /&gt;The people live safely&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, full of joy daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was to be the trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;The one who was in love with the king’s daughter&lt;br /&gt;The princess fell in love too&lt;br /&gt;They start to walk together as everyone do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were enemies who interfere among&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t know that love was so strong&lt;br /&gt;Faithful love which keeps for long&lt;br /&gt;But they put them in a fight and that was wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth comes to the king&lt;br /&gt;Huh dum! He barks like a mad dog&lt;br /&gt;Poor princess surrounded by fear of her father&lt;br /&gt;She got scared that she might not be a great daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost her mind, looking a way to go away from home&lt;br /&gt;To some where else no body can go&lt;br /&gt;Unless death would be better&lt;br /&gt;With her boy, with the trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same moment he decide to die &lt;br /&gt;That real love lost forever that precious guy&lt;br /&gt;At all the Satan wins before I wake early&lt;br /&gt;They die together what a tragedy! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2974495123445229262?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2974495123445229262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2974495123445229262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2974495123445229262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2974495123445229262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragic-dream.html' title='TRAGIC DREAM'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8828638172380473233</id><published>2009-11-26T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:44:00.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNACCEPTABLE</title><content type='html'>It feels very bad 2 break sme1's heart, bt i ws left wid no othr option...i knw i am bad, bt their ws nthng in my hand...ppl fal in love so easily without wndring n pondrng on its consequences...lyk knwingly geting hurt by ur own love...y cnt God make u love d persn who lovs u?...bt i feel dis is hw thngs r gt to b n wil b...Oh! I m so sorry dear...bt its just unacceptabl... :-( :-( :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8828638172380473233?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8828638172380473233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8828638172380473233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8828638172380473233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8828638172380473233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/11/unacceptable.html' title='UNACCEPTABLE'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2046638532764089965</id><published>2009-05-16T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:45:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>I hv nvr felt dis b4...i dnt wanna cry bt d tears r roling dwn ma cheeks...cnt help it...its nt happning 4 d 1st time bt dis time its diffrnt...ma granma xprid sme hrs bck...she lovd me coz i ws d only girl in her house...bt she lovd ma uncle more den ma dad nd so i hatd her 4 dat...bt 2day wen i gt dis news at 6.30 am... at first i didnt realisd wat ma mom ws saying...i ws wondring y d hell did i pick up d phone...i dnt wanna face al dis...i m nt dat bold to handle it...though i hatd her bt i luvd her coz she luvd me...i m vry sad thinking abt ma dad...nd... :'( :'( :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2046638532764089965?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2046638532764089965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2046638532764089965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2046638532764089965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2046638532764089965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-3380473303648610580</id><published>2009-04-05T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:15:40.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis sunday!!!</title><content type='html'>Wat a sunday!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;D whole day ws so boring...nd i jst gt frustratd...gt up early at 6. Studid 4 sme time, watchd mujhse dosti karogeee nd ws gtting bord, den at 9.30 went to US PIZZA... It ws grt funn, der ws a magician who entertand us til v wer waiting nd den finaly v gt a tabl nd d manager kept cming nd asking abt thngs nd d service nd food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws in white n ma roomie in black, it ws d system dat dey wer gvng sme beauty vouchrs to black dresd ppl, bad luck for me thot i, bt he said i dnt need one as i look perfect nd i gt sure dat he z jst flattering me nd i said it. Den he said ur hair style z beautiful! Fine kkkk nd he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftr sme time he cme bck wid a vouchr 4 me nd said dat my smile z beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovd it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thx God for gvng a gud end to ma boring sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-3380473303648610580?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/3380473303648610580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=3380473303648610580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3380473303648610580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/3380473303648610580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/04/dis-sunday.html' title='Dis sunday!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4164615569593631321</id><published>2009-04-05T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:58:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eternal sense of love!!!</title><content type='html'>It ws day b4 yestarday, one of ma frndz wrote his status as:&lt;br /&gt;"luv z d 7th sense dat destroys al d other senses... " !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it funny!&lt;br /&gt;Ha i knw it z bt he 2 z smewat funny so dats expectd frm him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis gv my thoughts a raise nd i realizd dat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" love is d eternal sense dat, infact, make up nd furnishes al ur senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it makes u smell d sweet nd seductive smell of ur lovr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes u hear his lovely voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch his face nd relax on his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see his adorable eyes nd gt d feeling to dive dwn in it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel his presence around u al d time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats d astounding part of it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says i m in luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd i say i m bt nt yet with a person, instead wid d feeling of luv. ;););)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4164615569593631321?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4164615569593631321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4164615569593631321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4164615569593631321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4164615569593631321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-sense-of-love.html' title='The eternal sense of love!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8616196598506543499</id><published>2009-03-05T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:04:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...wait...stop</title><content type='html'>Just wait...&lt;br /&gt;A second&lt;br /&gt;a minute&lt;br /&gt;an hour&lt;br /&gt;a day&lt;br /&gt;a year&lt;br /&gt;a decade&lt;br /&gt;a century&lt;br /&gt;a life...&lt;br /&gt;Wait- &lt;br /&gt;4 wat?&lt;br /&gt;Y?&lt;br /&gt;Where?  &lt;br /&gt;Hw much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait-&lt;br /&gt;4 a person... Coz u need him... in ur heart... Til eternity... Til d end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait-&lt;br /&gt;A teacher...coz he z gönna teach me...at arihant...said jst 10 mints n takes 30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait-&lt;br /&gt;4 exams...its essential 2 appear...in dis nerve recking plc...4 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait-&lt;br /&gt;Holidays...im dying 2 hv dem...at hme...jst 3days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait-&lt;br /&gt;To gt bck...lyf cnt stop...bck 2 office...8 hrs of bus traveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop-&lt;br /&gt;Ur lyf...bck 2 ur routine...d same irritating plc...4 years on end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8616196598506543499?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8616196598506543499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8616196598506543499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8616196598506543499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8616196598506543499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/waitwaitstop.html' title='Wait...wait...stop'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8646505052222603773</id><published>2009-03-05T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:46:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hustle - bustle of lyf...</title><content type='html'>Where m i in dis cycle of lyf n death?&lt;br /&gt;Where do i stand in my own lyf?&lt;br /&gt;Actualy nowhere....&lt;br /&gt;Life has lost its...&lt;br /&gt;Pomp&lt;br /&gt;pleasure&lt;br /&gt;givings n takings&lt;br /&gt;lovable beginnings&lt;br /&gt;beauty&lt;br /&gt;innocence&lt;br /&gt;love...&lt;br /&gt;Actualy, lyf hz lost its soul...&lt;br /&gt;Nw ders no soul left in ma lyf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8646505052222603773?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8646505052222603773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8646505052222603773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8646505052222603773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8646505052222603773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/hustle-bustle-of-lyf.html' title='Hustle - bustle of lyf...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8262236263076300085</id><published>2009-03-02T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:28:38.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th sky of ma lyf-3</title><content type='html'>Nd al d ppl arund shckd 2 hear sir saying so...dat wz smthng i wntd 2 listen frm him... I wz feeling so shy... Yeh sir ne kaha!! Sme1 pinch me... Nd al d importance i wz geting frm al... Dat wz for sure a most memorable day wen i felt 2 b an impt person... Thx 2 al... Ya dat wz 4 sure d 7th sky of ma lyf... :-)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8262236263076300085?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8262236263076300085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8262236263076300085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8262236263076300085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8262236263076300085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-sky-of-ma-lyf-3.html' title='7th sky of ma lyf-3'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-7687279345194313941</id><published>2009-03-02T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:07:56.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th sky of ma lyf-2</title><content type='html'>My sir, a very strict, smart, gud luking, helping, gr8 attitude, handsome dressing, nvr complemnts ne1 easily nd v al cal him a 'tedy' as he luks lyk 1... First of al he didnt say nethng bt... As soon as v reachd d quadrangl aftr d dinner...he wz surprisd 2 luk at me...nd den he gv me a smile,...in frnt of al ma collegues, he said "Harsiddhi, actualy u r luking gr8 2day". (continud...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-7687279345194313941?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/7687279345194313941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=7687279345194313941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7687279345194313941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/7687279345194313941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-sky-of-ma-lyf-2.html' title='7th sky of ma lyf-2'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8534340683495325262</id><published>2009-03-02T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:44:15.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th sky of ma lyf...</title><content type='html'>7th sky...hv bn der many times wen i ws in skul, Bt it wz alwys coz of studies or cultural activities... Bt wat happend yestrday was holy gud... I wz so afraid as i wz goin 2 a party of ma collegue n al office ppl wer gonna cme...being a tom-boy, dey expectd me 2 dress same as i do. Bt i wantd 2 b a bombshell...nd i did dress up dat way...   (cöntinud...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8534340683495325262?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8534340683495325262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8534340683495325262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8534340683495325262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8534340683495325262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-sky-of-ma-lyf_02.html' title='7th sky of ma lyf...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6584985227899366404</id><published>2009-03-02T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:43:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th sky of ma lyf...</title><content type='html'>7th sky...hv bn der many times wen i ws in skul, Bt it wz alwys coz of studies or cultural activities... Bt wat happend yestrday was holy gud... I wz so afraid as i wz goin 2 a party of ma collegue n al office ppl wer gonna cme...being a tom-boy, dey expectd me 2 dress same as i do. Bt i wantd 2 b a bombshell...nd i did dress up dat way...   (cöntinud...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6584985227899366404?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6584985227899366404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6584985227899366404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6584985227899366404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6584985227899366404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-sky-of-ma-lyf.html' title='7th sky of ma lyf...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-601495576336516288</id><published>2009-02-21T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:08:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a feeling!!!</title><content type='html'>Exams over…….&lt;br /&gt;That’s normal, hoti rehti hai……….&lt;br /&gt;But they were awesome………&lt;br /&gt;The importance, the love of ppl arund me  that was till now lacking…..&lt;br /&gt;Seems to have cme back to me………&lt;br /&gt;Or may b, its just- &lt;br /&gt;My sudden realization that ppl around me……….&lt;br /&gt;Care abt me so much…………&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, except some…………&lt;br /&gt;Cant understand this, is it a  truth or a pretence………?&lt;br /&gt;I m confused, &lt;br /&gt;I m perplexed,&lt;br /&gt;I dnt knw wat to do………..&lt;br /&gt;Bt whatever it is I m kinda enjoing it…………….&lt;br /&gt;I knw its not gonna last long,&lt;br /&gt;But I just want it to…………..jo hoga vo bad me dekha jayega………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I m nt too good to deserve all that they r giving me……….&lt;br /&gt;Nt so much atleast……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these examsssssss, theirs been another realization  too………&lt;br /&gt;That ppl take me on too high terms………..&lt;br /&gt;So nw I have decided nt to atleast let them down……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now theirs gotta b a new beginning, for me……..&lt;br /&gt;A new life……….&lt;br /&gt;A new world………..&lt;br /&gt;A new resolution…………&lt;br /&gt;With a new ambition…………&lt;br /&gt;That I have to fulfill everyone’s expectations……&lt;br /&gt;Feel lyke………..&lt;br /&gt;Should shout and tell the world………&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me………I m just there…………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-601495576336516288?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/601495576336516288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=601495576336516288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/601495576336516288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/601495576336516288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-feeling.html' title='What a feeling!!!'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6141394128111893634</id><published>2009-01-29T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:52:18.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Education For Students Only........?</title><content type='html'>He who knows not,&lt;br /&gt;And knows not that he knows not,&lt;br /&gt;Is a FOOL;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows not,&lt;br /&gt;And knows that he knows not,&lt;br /&gt;Is a Child;&lt;br /&gt;Help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows,&lt;br /&gt;And knows not that he knows,&lt;br /&gt;Is a Asleep;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows,&lt;br /&gt;And knows that he knows,&lt;br /&gt;Is a Wise;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6141394128111893634?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6141394128111893634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6141394128111893634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6141394128111893634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6141394128111893634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-education-for-students-only.html' title='Is Education For Students Only........?'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4647462867919947899</id><published>2009-01-29T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:10:23.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We &amp; They...........</title><content type='html'>When we are in class, we are STUDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;When they are in class, we are TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we write over their writing, its OVERWRITING.&lt;br /&gt;When they write over our writing, its CORRECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we gather to discuss, its GOSSIP.&lt;br /&gt;When they gather to discuss, its MEETING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are found in the library, its BUNKING.&lt;br /&gt;When they are found in the library, its RESEARCH WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stand outside the classroom, we are PUNISHED.&lt;br /&gt;When they stand outside the office, they are WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do something wrong, we are IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;When they do something wrong, they are HUMAN BEINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we copy from others, its CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;When they copy from others, its QUOTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't do our work on time, we are LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;If they don't do their work on time, they are BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think in class, we are DAYDREAMERS.&lt;br /&gt;When they think in class, they are PHILOSOPHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out in the corridor, we are LOITTERING.&lt;br /&gt;When they are out in the coridor, they are INSPECTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we joke in class, we are JOKERS.&lt;br /&gt;When they joke in class, they have a SENSE OF HUMOUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4647462867919947899?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4647462867919947899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4647462867919947899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4647462867919947899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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last..........'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Love is in itself a great power...........&lt;br /&gt;but it takes power to have a great love................' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why true lovers never tire of being together is that they are always talking of themselves.... :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2414877879604585013?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2414877879604585013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2414877879604585013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2414877879604585013'/><link rel='self' 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rang failane lagi hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khatma hua samay intezar ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyuki masti ki chadar pav failane lagi hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8245859665625879368?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/8245859665625879368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=8245859665625879368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8245859665625879368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/8245859665625879368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/shayari.html' title='Shayari........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-8853237602352236076</id><published>2009-01-28T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:03:50.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story.......</title><content type='html'>One day, I woke up early in the morning to watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The beauty of God's creation is beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched, I praised God for his delightfulwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there, I felt Lord's presence with me. He asked me.........&lt;br /&gt;"Do u love me?" &lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Ofcouse God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He asked, "If u were physically handicapped, would u still love me?"&lt;br /&gt;I was perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things ......&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to do, the things that i took for granted.......&lt;br /&gt;And i answered,&lt;br /&gt;"It would be tough Lord, but i would still love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Lord said,&lt;br /&gt;"If u were blind, would u still love my creation?"&lt;br /&gt;How could I love something without being able to see it?&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought of all the blind people in the world&lt;br /&gt;And how many of them still loved God and His creation.&lt;br /&gt;So I answered, "Its hard to think of it, but I would still love U."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"If u were deaf, would u still love me?"&lt;br /&gt;How could I listen to anything being deaf?&lt;br /&gt;Then, I understood.....&lt;br /&gt;Listening to God is not merely using ous ears but our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I answered,&lt;br /&gt;"It would be tough, but I would listen to Ur words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then asked,&lt;br /&gt;"If u were mute, would u still praise My name?"&lt;br /&gt;How could I praise without a voice?&lt;br /&gt;Then It occured to me:&lt;br /&gt;'God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul.'&lt;br /&gt;It never matters what we sound like.&lt;br /&gt;And praising God is not always with a song;&lt;br /&gt;But when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;So I answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Though I couldn't physically sing, I would still praise Ur name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lord asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Do u really love me?"&lt;br /&gt;With courage and a strong conviction,&lt;br /&gt;I answered boldly:&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Lord, I Love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had answered well, but...........&lt;br /&gt;God asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Then Y Do You Sin?"&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why in times of peace, do you stary the furthest?&lt;br /&gt;Why in times of trouble, do you pray the earnest?"&lt;br /&gt;No answeres. Only tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord continued.........&lt;br /&gt;"Why only sing at fellowships and retreats?&lt;br /&gt;Why seek Me only in times of worship?&lt;br /&gt;Why ask things so selfishly ans unfaithfully?"&lt;br /&gt;The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to answer but there was none to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord again asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you truly love me?"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't answer. How could I?&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrased beyond belief. I had no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;What could i say to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart had cried out and my tears had flowed, I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive me God, I am unworthy to be Ur child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do U continue to forgive me? Why do U love me?"&lt;br /&gt;And God said,&lt;br /&gt;"Because, You are my creation.&lt;br /&gt;You are my child. I will never abondon you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;"When u cry, I will cry with u.&lt;br /&gt;When u laugh, I will laugh with u.&lt;br /&gt;When u are down, I will encourage u.&lt;br /&gt;When u fall, I will raise u up.&lt;br /&gt;When u are tired, I will carry u.&lt;br /&gt;I will be with u till the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;And I will love u forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had i cried so hard before.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been so cold?&lt;br /&gt;How could I have hurt God as I had done?&lt;br /&gt;I, in turn, asked God:&lt;br /&gt;"How much do U love me?"&lt;br /&gt;And God streched out His arms,&lt;br /&gt;And i saw His nail pierced hands&lt;br /&gt;And I bowed down at His feet&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I truly prayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-8853237602352236076?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1606192805571739252</id><published>2009-01-28T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:02:38.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Employees..........</title><content type='html'>Due to tough competition and desir to progress in business,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find it necessary to introduce a new policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With immediate effect, we are requesting all employees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between starting and quiting time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without infringing on lunch break, vacation break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TV break- that each employee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should set time aside for-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all- "Work Break".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1606192805571739252?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1606192805571739252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1606192805571739252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1606192805571739252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1606192805571739252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-all-employees.html' title='To All Employees..........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-4535327503475308342</id><published>2009-01-27T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:46:44.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child........</title><content type='html'>A Child is a Person.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who is going to carry on, &lt;br /&gt;What you have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to sit at your desk in congress, &lt;br /&gt;And occupy your desk at the Supreme Court bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your work is for him..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fate of the nation, &lt;br /&gt;And humanity is in his hands.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-4535327503475308342?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/4535327503475308342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=4535327503475308342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4535327503475308342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/4535327503475308342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/child.html' title='Child........'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2768587004328129498</id><published>2009-01-27T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:45:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be On Top Of The CLOVE..........</title><content type='html'>I had a skill, &lt;br /&gt;With which I had to curb a strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a deep thought, &lt;br /&gt;But others felt me hard to be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others expected from me their praise, &lt;br /&gt;But inspite, I gave my voice a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a will that was small, &lt;br /&gt;For which i made a quiet call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice lovely friennd, &lt;br /&gt;who was there with a heart open to lend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a sweet sight, &lt;br /&gt;That gave me a lot of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, who was before wild, &lt;br /&gt;Tried to be a little mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do things that would suit everyone, &lt;br /&gt;With their consent and conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the world seem to me full of love, &lt;br /&gt;As if, I was on top pf the CLOVE...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2768587004328129498?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2768587004328129498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1801078755166796430</id><published>2009-01-27T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:44:00.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do People Fear...........?</title><content type='html'>People fear failure; &lt;br /&gt;They fear success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fear the past; &lt;br /&gt;They fear the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fear something; &lt;br /&gt;They fear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fear the seen; &lt;br /&gt;They fear the unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1801078755166796430?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2020567662707971779</id><published>2009-01-27T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:33:06.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is To Blame.........?</title><content type='html'>' We read in the newspapers and hear it on air, &lt;br /&gt;Of killing, stealing and crime everywhere.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much money, too much idle time; &lt;br /&gt;Too much movies of passion and crime; &lt;br /&gt;Too many books not fit to be read; &lt;br /&gt;Too much evil in what they hear said; &lt;br /&gt;Too many children encouraged to roam; &lt;br /&gt;Too many parents who won't stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kids don't make the movies; &lt;br /&gt;They don't write the books; &lt;br /&gt;They don't make the Liquor; &lt;br /&gt;They don't run the bars; &lt;br /&gt;They don't change the laws; &lt;br /&gt;They don't make the cars; &lt;br /&gt;They don't peddle the drugs that muddle the brain; &lt;br /&gt;Thats all done by older folks eager for grain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Who is to blame? Maybe its U.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2020567662707971779?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1702019503602&amp;comments' title='Who Is To Blame.........?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2020567662707971779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2020567662707971779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2020567662707971779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2020567662707971779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-to-blame.html' title='Who Is To Blame.........?'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-1582111139687991688</id><published>2009-01-27T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:42:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom..............</title><content type='html'>There's... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Earth under my feet, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay on my hands;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom in my bones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both my eyes are open... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1582111139687991688?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1582111139687991688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=1582111139687991688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1582111139687991688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/1582111139687991688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom_27.html' title='Wisdom..............'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-6119125425340636989</id><published>2009-01-27T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:41:00.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Chemistry............</title><content type='html'>( its in hindi but the words in caps are english words.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na ye CHEMISTRY hoti, na mein STUDENT hota.&lt;br /&gt;na ye LAB hoti, na ye ACCIDENT hota.&lt;br /&gt;abhi PRACTICAL me aaye nazar ek ladki,&lt;br /&gt;sundar thi naak uski TESTUBE jaisi.&lt;br /&gt;baton mein uski GLUCOSE ki mithas thi,&lt;br /&gt;sansoon mein ESTER ki khushboo bhi sath thi,&lt;br /&gt;anhkoon mein jhalakta the kuch is tarah ka pyaar,&lt;br /&gt;bin piye ho jata tha ALCOHOL ka khumar.&lt;br /&gt;aisa hota tha uski PRESENCE ka abhaas, &lt;br /&gt;andhere mein hota tha RADIUM ka ehsaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazrein mili, REACTION hua,&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah LOVE ka PRODUCTION hua,&lt;br /&gt;lagne lage uske ghar ke chakkar aise,&lt;br /&gt;NUCLEUS ke charon taraf, ELECTRON ho jaise.&lt;br /&gt;us din hamare TEST ka CONFIRMATION hua,&lt;br /&gt;jab uske DADDY se hamara INTRODUCTION hua.&lt;br /&gt;sun kar hamari baat vo aise uchal pade,&lt;br /&gt;IGNITION TUBE me jaise SODIUM bhadak uthe.&lt;br /&gt;vo bole, hosh me aao, pehchano apni aukat,&lt;br /&gt;IRON mil nahi sakta kabhi GOLD ke sath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye sunkar tuta hamara armano bahara BEAKER,&lt;br /&gt;aur hum chup rahe BENZALDEHYDE ka kadva ghut pi kar.&lt;br /&gt;ab uski yaadon ke siva hamara kam chalta na tha,&lt;br /&gt;aur LAB me hamare dil ke sivaye aur kuch alta na tha.&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ho gayi UNSATURATED HYDROCARBON ki tarah,&lt;br /&gt;aur hum firte hain aawara HYDROGEN ki tarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-6119125425340636989?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/6119125425340636989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=6119125425340636989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6119125425340636989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/6119125425340636989'/><link 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running and earning to save their lives,&lt;br /&gt;With these GLOBAL WARMING excites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wicked world outside,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the life's worst sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The otherside of the coin, &lt;br /&gt;Yet to be explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longnig for the kerbs at the seashore,&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunshine with the house whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sole life's pole,&lt;br /&gt;Thats why all that glitters is not gold..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14.05.08, 2:45)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-1239404158951801219?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/1239404158951801219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-274445413440310250</id><published>2009-01-27T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:37:35.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Life In Danger...</title><content type='html'>Yestarday while standing with my bag and books' load,&lt;br /&gt;I found a girl with a vehicle on the road.&lt;br /&gt;She was on the Highway,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make her way.&lt;br /&gt;At that time her cell rang,&lt;br /&gt;And she picked it with a sprang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to take a turn,&lt;br /&gt;But she had to make a run.&lt;br /&gt;And thus she had a fall on the near rear wall,&lt;br /&gt;To hurt her tender skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People came to rescue her,&lt;br /&gt;But being arrogant she did not hear.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Y people with cell and Ipod move&lt;br /&gt;Around in the Traffic with crowd of vehicals big and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they want to show? &lt;br /&gt;Giving themselves a blow...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-274445413440310250?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/274445413440310250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=274445413440310250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/274445413440310250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/274445413440310250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-life-in-danger.html' title='Putting Life In Danger...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590311222634808465.post-2313420312978477769</id><published>2009-01-27T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:25:47.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom...</title><content type='html'>There's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Earth under my feet, &lt;br /&gt; Clay on my hands, &lt;br /&gt; Wisdom in my bones, &lt;br /&gt; And both my eyes are open... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590311222634808465-2313420312978477769?l=harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/feeds/2313420312978477769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590311222634808465&amp;postID=2313420312978477769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2313420312978477769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590311222634808465/posts/default/2313420312978477769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsiddhiruparel.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom...'/><author><name>harsiddhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10593805529451384022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PP-MnfpzN_Y/THgO7XO_KnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4NcgIRcFoVY/S220/31099_1432186094980_1542747212_1065897_4379476_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
