<?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-1332420665860196198</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:31:42.921+05:30</updated><category term='platOnic lOve'/><category term='Unrequited lOve'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='pain grief'/><category term='Dussehara'/><category term='excursion'/><category term='travelouge'/><category term='Valentines&apos; day'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='puri'/><category term='Recession'/><category term='enigma'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='blind'/><category term='T20'/><category term='MESSAGE'/><category term='freindship'/><category term='silent spectatOr...'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Dalit'/><category term='Mayawati'/><category term='Festivities.'/><category term='ltte'/><category term='Rita bahuguna'/><category term='BEAUTY'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='Navratri'/><category term='silence'/><category term='indian Cricket'/><category term='sri laka'/><category term='distress'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='election'/><category term='stock exchange crash'/><category term='recent Brawl in UP'/><category term='God'/><category term='Eid'/><category term='rape'/><category term='Selflessness'/><category term='2010'/><category term='प्रेम'/><category term='trip'/><category term='वेदना'/><category term='Politcs'/><category term='Life'/><category term='passion'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Holi'/><category term='friendship day'/><category term='lok sabha'/><category term='Love'/><category term='no pain no gain'/><category term='belive'/><category term='vacction'/><category term='mysrtey'/><category term='second recession'/><category term='nidgtmare'/><category term='lOve is blind......'/><category term='madness'/><category term='Festival'/><title type='text'>IGNITING MIND</title><subtitle type='html'>TUM HO TO.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-5769875053721227678</id><published>2011-09-24T16:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:30:05.212+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock exchange crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recession'/><title type='text'>Recession Returns ??</title><content type='html'>Second Recession: why is it imminent?&lt;br /&gt;Factors indicating to recession&lt;br /&gt;1) Growth rate of Germany:- 0.1%&lt;br /&gt;2) France virtually no growth last quarter&lt;br /&gt;3) Euro Zone as a whole -0.2%&lt;br /&gt;4) Steep fall in the stock exchange across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons behind the Recession&lt;br /&gt;1)Slow growth in the economy of the developed countries .This, in turn, affected the growth of the countries depending on export like Germany, and is a threat to growth of countries like China, India etc. The growth of developing countries, which negates this stagnation, is marred by alarming increase in the inflation. So, government here is forced to contract spending and increase interest rate, which can further lead to impediment of economic growth in these countries. These entire factor, led to dip in confidence and volatility in finance market.&lt;br /&gt;2)Due to bail out packages rolled by the various governments to counter recession, the global debt of the world increased substantially. Although ,for world as whole it is still 69 %  of the total GDP , for individual countries like Greece and Italy it is as high as 151 and 101 % , respectively. Earlier, market believed that other countries from EU will help these countries in bailing out from financial crisis. Now, when it is clear that UK, France, Germany all are plagued by a certain degree of economic crisis. So, the bailout package provided by the EU will be limited. Hence, the bond price fell and interest on them increased. Also the crisis originating from Greece is not contained there, but is extending itself to entire EU. Italy, Portugal, Spain and to some extent France is already facing the music&lt;br /&gt;3)The above factor made serious dent in belief that the Treasury bond is a safe haven. Sovereign default now appears plausible. This has led to increase in interest rate paid by government to the bank in lieu of borrowing, even in the countries where net debt to GDP ratio is relatively not that high.&lt;br /&gt;4)In the USA, public debt has increased considerably, due to stimulus package rolled out to counter the recession. To reduce this debt, government could either increase tax or withdraw the package. Sadly, it chose later leading to contraction in public expenditure rather than expansion. It not only slowed down economic growth, but also led to rejection of public expenditure as tool to counter recession .The same tool which was used to counter economic downturn since the Great Depression of 1929. &lt;br /&gt;If we combine all these factors we reach to a conclusion that a second wave of global downturn is a certain possibility. In fact signal of the same has already stated to come. What makes this global downturn more sinister is that there is no mean at least in sight, at present that may stall this recession. So, this recession will last longer than the previous one because the financial weapon which was used to rein the first one has now been abjured by various nations in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-5769875053721227678?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/5769875053721227678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=5769875053721227678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5769875053721227678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5769875053721227678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2011/09/recession-returns.html' title='Recession Returns ??'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-4440489350306658446</id><published>2011-06-10T22:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:04:00.190+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unrequited lOve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lOve is blind......'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>4OO days Of summer</title><content type='html'>If the ObviOus’ is true…I’m left with Only clue…&lt;br /&gt;As the time paint my peace in a strange hue…&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is beating rOund the bush…&lt;br /&gt;I just see my tender dreams crush&lt;br /&gt;In a gush which is dictated tO all my days…&lt;br /&gt;In a rush to reach the sweetest place…&lt;br /&gt;I see convOlutions but nO cOnclusiOns&lt;br /&gt;FOr  sOmeOne sticking tO the nOtiOns…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I cOuld slide intO that velvety heart…&lt;br /&gt;And get each Of its page by  heart…&lt;br /&gt;Wishes hmm, dOgmas , deceiving  perceptiOns&lt;br /&gt;FOr sweltering summer here tOO appear springs…&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is yur say …My heart just hOsts your stay…&lt;br /&gt;Waiting fOr the day that unleashes the cute play!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-4440489350306658446?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/4440489350306658446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=4440489350306658446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/4440489350306658446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/4440489350306658446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2011/06/4oo-days-of-summer.html' title='4OO days Of summer'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8051687246867805533</id><published>2011-01-07T18:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:53:20.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freindship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platOnic lOve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>AnOther fOrm Of lOve</title><content type='html'>It was a typical May Saturday afternOOn.In the sweltering afternOOn my twelve year Old daughter has just cOme frOm schOOl.Her mOther asked her tO eat , but she tOld that she will eat Only when her wish wOuld be ganted.She was alsO nOt ready tO reveal her wish Only when we wOuld promise tO fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Her mOther made all pOssible effOrt tO trick her intO eating.But in vain.After that my wife put all the blame On me   fOr  her behaviOur. AccOrding tO hert it was my pampering that made her sO admant.My mOther whO was watching TV alsO gave me her blamish lOOk.&lt;br /&gt;Even I was dumbstruck. My daughter is nOt like that.She is very desciplined child.As far as I cOuld recall never had she displayed such behaviOur .I was really intrigued. I called her and cuddingly asked what the matter was.&lt;br /&gt;She began tO cry.Drops Of tear trickled On her reddish cheek.I tOld her clearly If she wanted sOme expensive thing I am nOt in pOsitiOn tO buy the same.But she told she didnt' want any expensive item Or gift.&lt;br /&gt;Even a cruel hearted persOn will melt seeing my little dOll crying and I m a very kind hearted persOn. I gave her my wOrd and appeased her tO eat .&lt;br /&gt;After she finished eating , I again enquired abOut the matter.What she tOld was Out Of wOrld.NOt in my wildest dream cOuld I imagine the same."I want tO shave my hair and gO bald " was all she tOld.I was dumbstruck.My mOther whO was watching all these prOceeding silently , nOw started cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;"What a wOrld !! NOw a girl will same her hair. really the Kalyug has arrived and .... " my mOther was hurling all the curse . The accusation Of my wife nOw grew lOuder and lOuder.Even I was speechless.After recOllecting myself I asked her why fOr gOd sake yOu want tO be bald.But she refuse tO buzz and kept reminding me Of my prOmise.&lt;br /&gt;AnyhOw I granted her the permissiOn.I cOuld nOt refuse and set a bad precedence fOr her.&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday when she was leaving fOr schOOl I accompanied her tO see that students dO nOt make fun Of her.After reaching schOOl I parked my car and went inside the campus.I wOuld have walked a few step Only . I saw a lady apprOaching tOwards me.She tOld me that yOur daughter is great girl.I was amazed.Then she tOld me the stOry.&lt;br /&gt;She tOld that her sOn was diagOnised with cancer.So he had tO shave his hair fOr chemOtherapy.But he was reluctant tO gO tO schOOl as he feared that student wil make fun Of his baldness.When my daughter came tO knew this she cOnsOled her.She prOmised that she tOO wOuld gO bald and give him cOmpany .Then everybOdy will buly her because she wOuld be a bald girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TwO drOps Of tears trickled On my face . NOw I was really prOud Of my girl and the way I brOught her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8051687246867805533?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8051687246867805533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8051687246867805533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8051687246867805533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8051687246867805533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-friendship-beacons.html' title='AnOther fOrm Of lOve'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-351287757343710902</id><published>2010-05-04T23:41:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:56:14.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S-BzhT6lRcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MtPbvf7Ness/s1600/dreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S-BzhT6lRcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MtPbvf7Ness/s400/dreamy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467496963746645442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मन में हुई उथल - पुथल , आये फिर तुम याद  ,&lt;br /&gt;बंद हो जाएँ पलके , है  ये दिल की फ़रियाद  ,&lt;br /&gt;क्योंकि आओगी फिर तुम ,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;धीमे पांव , हथेली पे रखे  प्रेम दीया ,&lt;br /&gt;तेरी छवि ने  प्रेम राग छेड़ दिया , &lt;br /&gt;आतुर हुआ मनं फिर कदम चूमने ,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना जाने कैसे पता चली तुम्हे मेरी  पसंद,&lt;br /&gt;सर पे रखे नीली  चुनर , मुस्काती हुई  मंद-मंद ,&lt;br /&gt;सोचा!सदा के लिए कर लूं कैद , तुम्हारी इस  छवि को,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हुई सांझ , आई है अरुणाई नेत्रों में भर ,&lt;br /&gt;रूक गयी  रक्त प्रवाह, और हुई हृदय की ओर अग्रसर,&lt;br /&gt;प्रेम चंद्रमा  उदित करने तुम ,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पर बीच राह में गए तुम छोड़  कर ,&lt;br /&gt;साथ निभाने की कसम  तोड़कर &lt;br /&gt;स्वप्न टूटा , खुली पलके ,और&lt;br /&gt;तुम हुई  गुम ,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फिर से वही सूना   मन,&lt;br /&gt; ख्वाबों में खोजता  अपनापन ,&lt;br /&gt;और आसुओं में डूबती हुई पलके ,&lt;br /&gt;है आश लगाये क़ि आओगे तुम फिर कल  ,&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-351287757343710902?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/351287757343710902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=351287757343710902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/351287757343710902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/351287757343710902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='ख्वाबों की गहरायिओं में'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S-BzhT6lRcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MtPbvf7Ness/s72-c/dreamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8220495587682602288</id><published>2010-04-28T15:05:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:49:58.364+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unrequited lOve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selflessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Selfless lOve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S9roeri5hNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yM1Cojd7hoQ/s1600/pure+lOve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S9roeri5hNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yM1Cojd7hoQ/s400/pure+lOve.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465936711550338258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was advent Of summer. StrOlling in the rOyal lawn in the cOOl morning breeze,Princess Jane smiled as she extended her arms wide, as though embracing the serinity of mOrning atmOsphere. Jumping  gleefully, she swerve arOund blithely in the lawn, with her long silky jet-black tresses dancing behind her. By every standard,she was ethereal beautiful. Her cherry cOlOured lips often gave way to cherubic smiles  and her eyes had a beautiful shade Of blue resmbling sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;The wind stung her cheeks as she ran around in the garden, chuckling in joy.She was lOst in reverie and was jumping up and dOwn ,playfully. Suddenly she skidded on the One Of the dew drenched leaves only tO find herself in the grasp Of a strOng hand.When she Opened her eye, her heart skipped a beat as she came face to face with a freckle faced man. He smiled,shOwing  a rOw Of yellOwish teeth, and then Opened his mOuth,sending Out a wave Of ObnOxiOus stench which smelled like a thousand rOtten fish. Jane eyes widened in hOrrOr, shOcking the man as he lOst grip  and she fell On the flOOr.Hurt miserably,she gOt up slOwly  and grunted,shOwering expletives at the dumbstruck man.But he Only lOOked dOwn withOut uttering single word. “Are yOu dumb! Can’t yOu even say sorry!"Jane cried and disappeared frOm the garden withOut waiting fOr a rebuttal.&lt;br /&gt;A few days passed.Jane sat under a tree in the garden,was sObbing uncOntrOllably. Suddenly, she  smelled a familiar stench and she lOOked up,Only tO see a white handkerchief.Seeing him , she was annOyed.The man then bOwed tO her an indicatiOn that he was sOrry and Offered his hndkerchief tO wipe her tear."If my bOy friend were as understanding as yOu."she murmured tOOk a paper frOm her pOcket and scribed sOmething.Their cOnversatiOn lasted fOr a hOur.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually their talking becOme rOutine.He became her clOse cOnfidate.They enjOyed each other’s cOmpany immensely, even if sOmetimes it meant just sitting and gazing each Other.Most Of the time she wOuld dO the talking , and he listened while sweeping the leaves.Whenever Jane wOuld feel lOw , she was brOught tO a tree and was said tO tell her stOry tO the tree.Then he wOuld carve a happy face On the trunk Of the tree, and this sweet gesture unfaillingly brOught the cherubic smile back On Princess face.MOnths passed in minutes, and the tree was sOOn filled with many happy faces.This was their paradise and tree the prOverbial 'kalp taru'.&lt;br /&gt;But this is real irOny Of knOwing an ethereal beauty.YOu cant' simply knOw her.When yOu knOw It yOu want tO talk tO her,if yOu cOuld talk her, yOu want tO tOuch her and if yOu cOuld tOuch her , yOu want tO make it yOurs fOrever.Perhaps this is what.that has described as the spell Of pulchritude.Even a grOtesque persOn like JhOn cOuld nOt save him frOm the aura Of Jane.ThOugh aware Of the huge chasm between them, he decided tO cOnvey his lOve tO the princess.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cOOl  evening.Jane and JhOn were indulged in their daily little cOnversatiOn&gt;But tOday JhOn was a bit restless.When the princess asked what the matter was, JhOn cOnfessed his lOve tO her.The princess was dumbstruck hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;She was unaware that unknOwinglyy she sOwn a seed Of lOve in his heart.RecOllecting herself, she replied almOst plainly " yOu are really gOOd and kind persOn.I really like yOur cOmpany.But dO yOu knOw yOur status?Is there any cOmparisiOn?I guess it was all my fault that I became freindly tO yOu.YOu and me..Its nOt pOssible in even wildest Of the dream."&lt;br /&gt;ThOugh shattered mOmentarily JhOn was sOmewhat prepared fOr the answer.He didnt' speak a wOrd.He tOOk a white handkercheif Out Of his pOcket, gave it tO her and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;TwO years passed.The new cOmmander in cheif Of neighbOring state was at tOur Of the kingdOm.On his vist,he expressed his desire tO meet the princess.The king was surprised by such a demand,but at stubbOrnness Of the cheif he relented.A meeting was arranged in the palace.He cOuldnt' believe his eyes.The princess was a pale shadOw Of what she was twO years agO.But as she Opened her eyes,it was filled with a glaze.SOftly she spOke " I knew yOu wOuld cOme sOme day.I was fully aware Of yOur pOtential and knew yOu just needed a shOve.That day I rejected yOu because Of nOt Only this reasOn.I am alsO  destined tO live nOt mOre than 21 years.SO I did nOt wanted tO spOil yOur life.Please fOrgive me fOr the cruel wOrds i said fOr yOu that day."Tears trickled dOwn her face as she finished her wOrds.An awkward silence filled the rOOm.The princess then tOOk Out the white Handkercheif tO wipe his tears and gave it tO him.&lt;br /&gt;One year passed . The Princess was nO mOre.Whenever,JhOn felt sad he went tO the garden near the tree , carved a face On the tree and wiped his tears with that white handkerchief.The Selfless lOve had truned him frOm a sweeper tO the cOmander in cheif Of a state.This what selfless lOve can dO.It will always inspire yOu tO dO sOmething better even if it is unrequited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8220495587682602288?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8220495587682602288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8220495587682602288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8220495587682602288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8220495587682602288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-advent-of-summer.html' title='Selfless lOve'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S9roeri5hNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yM1Cojd7hoQ/s72-c/pure+lOve.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6028387718203092069</id><published>2010-04-09T21:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:12:13.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lOve is blind......'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>lOve is blind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S79m1b8QpjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gjudu21nQpE/s1600/lOve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S79m1b8QpjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gjudu21nQpE/s400/lOve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194341615937074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BefOre the genesis Of human being in the wOrld,there existed vast empty space.In this space swum  all the virtues and vices. They all were bOred as they had nOthing tO dO. One day,all the vices and virtues gathered at a place.They all were having discussiOn.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,Witty came up with an idea: "Let's play hide and seek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted:"I want tO cOunt,I want tO cOunt!" Since nObOdy was crazy enOugh to take a risk tO seek Madness,all other agreed.Madness hid behind a tree and started to count: "One, two, three..."&lt;br /&gt;As cOunting begun,all the vices and virtues began tO lOOk fOr a safe harbOr. Tenderness hung itself on  the moon, Treason hid in a stack of garbage. Fondness gOt curled up between the clouds and Passion stuck up in half blOOmed flOwer.&lt;br /&gt;Lie said that it would sit under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the sea&lt;br /&gt;,while Avarice entered a gunny bag full Of grain that it ended up tearing.&lt;br /&gt;And Madness continued counting: "... seventy nine, eighty, eighty One.."&lt;br /&gt;By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden - except&lt;br /&gt;LOve.FOr undecided as LOve is always, he cOuld nOt decide where tO hide. And this    was nOt surprising at all as we knOw hOw difficult is tO hide the lOve.&lt;br /&gt;Madness: "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when Madness&lt;br /&gt;said hundred,LOve jumped intO a rose bush where it hid. And Madness turned around and shOuted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"&lt;br /&gt;As Madness turned arOund, Laziness was the first tO be fOund,because it has nO energy Or desire tO hide.&lt;br /&gt;Then he spotted Tenderness On the moon, Lie at the bOttOm Of the lake and sO On.One by One all were fOund expect lOve.Madness was frustrated Of his unsucessful attempts.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Envy came tO madness and enviOus Of lOve, she tOld madness abOut whereabOut of lOve.  &lt;br /&gt;Madness grabbed a wooden fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush.He cOntinued till a heart wrenching shrill cry made him stOp.&lt;br /&gt;Love appeared from the rOse bush,with her face cOvered with hand.Between her fingers ran twO trickles of blOOd frOm her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Madness, in anxiOus tO find lOve,had stabbed  LOve's eyes with a pitchfork."What have I dOne! What have I dOne!" Madness shOut" .I have left yOu blind! HOw can I undO it?" What is the penance fOr such a heniOus crime?&lt;br /&gt;And lOve which is always fOrgiving and kind said calmly : "You cannOt repair my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But if you want tO dO sOmething fOr me, you can be my eyes."&lt;br /&gt; And sO frOm that day Onwards,LOve is blind and is always accOmpanied by Madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6028387718203092069?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6028387718203092069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6028387718203092069' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6028387718203092069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6028387718203092069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-blind.html' title='lOve is blind...'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S79m1b8QpjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gjudu21nQpE/s72-c/lOve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6041615083631666376</id><published>2010-03-22T19:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:44:19.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='प्रेम'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='वेदना'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>प्रेम</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S6d6UtIB-TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MlQbsxacswc/s1600-h/tragic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S6d6UtIB-TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MlQbsxacswc/s400/tragic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451460370084526386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ऐसे ही चलता रहेगा ये प्रेम प्रसंग,&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारा न  होकर भी होना मेरे संग| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारे होने की पीड़ा&lt;br /&gt;और तुम्हारे ना होने की वेदना&lt;br /&gt;और उस पर मेरा ये सोचना&lt;br /&gt;की , तुम को न  पाकार भी&lt;br /&gt;क्या पाया ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इस  अकथ्य  यंत्रणा में ,&lt;br /&gt;आग भी मैं हूँ  और पत्ता भी,&lt;br /&gt;भ्रूण भी मैं हूँ और प्रसूता भी|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इस वेदना का न कोई ओर, न अंत है&lt;br /&gt;जीवन है क्षणभंगुर , प्रेम अनंत है |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6041615083631666376?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6041615083631666376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6041615083631666376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6041615083631666376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6041615083631666376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='प्रेम'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S6d6UtIB-TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MlQbsxacswc/s72-c/tragic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-3881542946926838788</id><published>2010-02-14T11:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:33:53.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lOve in the air !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S3ef9T4XeVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ujDngDN4iqs/s1600-h/MPj04332410000%5B1%5D+%40+B2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S3ef9T4XeVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ujDngDN4iqs/s400/MPj04332410000%5B1%5D+%40+B2L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437990950730692946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh !! The time has cOme again. Love is in the air all Of sudden. Gushy-Mushy rOmance is playing On mOst Of the mind.And as my nature is , cant' help scribng, thOugh I am least qualified tO dO it.&lt;br /&gt;So,the mOst asked questiOn why tO shOw lOve On Valentines DAY? As far as I can think in cOntempOrary life peOple hve becOme tOO busy tO even express their lOve. SO if a day helps them tO rejuvenate lOve , tO dO sOme thing than rOutine stuff, then what is the prOblem.And all hue and cry abOut V day being an attack On indin culture is nOthing mOre than an a ttentiOn seeking stuff by sOme orthOdOx and publicity hungry OrganisatiOns.If Indian culture were sO weak tO be ruined by sOme Valentines day , It wOuld have been ObsOlete a lOng time agO.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the sOle mOtive Of rekindling rOmance On V-day has taken a back seat.When everything is nOw available On click Of mOuse , whO cares fOr planning meticulOusly and persOnally.If nOt all ,then mOst Of us gOes fOr same mundane makeshift fOrmulae.As said earlier I can be wrOng because I have nO experience regarding these stuffs.But my take is a little Individualistic tOuch can wOrk wOnders in expressing yOurself.&lt;br /&gt;SO , all yOu peOple crazy in lOve gO and have sOme rOcking time. It is yOur time tOday.But singles dO nOt lOOse  heart.Gather all Other single and have a blast.The mOre the head cOunt mOre is lOve :P.And fOr me On this V day a sOng is playing On mind cOnstantly.It gOes like this : Fursat hai kiskO rOne ki , yeh rut hai pagal hOne&lt;br /&gt;ki.&lt;br /&gt;BTW Happy Valentine Day .HOping that yOu are nOt dOing the same I am dOing On this V day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-3881542946926838788?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/3881542946926838788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=3881542946926838788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/3881542946926838788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/3881542946926838788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-in-air.html' title='lOve in the air !!'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S3ef9T4XeVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ujDngDN4iqs/s72-c/MPj04332410000%5B1%5D+%40+B2L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-1031450527380735244</id><published>2010-02-04T21:33:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:54:46.689+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent spectatOr...'/><title type='text'>..Silent  SpectatOr..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S2sCVMw46DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-V1brTTCVc/s1600-h/red-face-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S2sCVMw46DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-V1brTTCVc/s400/red-face-copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434439938579425330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What separates man frOm Other fOrm Of life? They have mOst evOlved fOrm Of speech, cOnversatiOn.And which single attribute dOes create mOst Of the rifts between human.The speech..SO its pOwer is immense.But as in mOst Of cases,cOntrOlling it becOmes very cumbersOme.&lt;br /&gt;PeOple , whO knOw me will agree that I am a sOrt Of OutspOken guy.Once I start,I gO On.In the prOcess I becOme Overexcited sOmetimes and tend tO blurt.This tendency may hurt sOmeOne.Or what if the OppOsite happens.I might get Offended.AlsO my greatest weakness is that I am very sigh at saying stuff like SOrry etc, even if I feel I am On the wrOng side.&lt;br /&gt;SO as One day I was just alOne in my rOOm at night,I just thOught the remedy tO this sOlutiOn. It came tO my mind tO cOnstrain myself and speak Only when It is imperative tO speak.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking less has many advantages.First Of all It wades yOu Out Of several trOubles .SecOndly it helps tO cOnserve energy(:p) which can be chanalised tO Other fruitful venture.SO nOw I am sOrt Of practicing silence.Just want tO see the pOwer Of silence.&lt;br /&gt;They say silence is best art Of cOnversatiOn.Just want tO have a feel Of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-1031450527380735244?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/1031450527380735244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=1031450527380735244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1031450527380735244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1031450527380735244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-spectator.html' title='..Silent  SpectatOr..'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S2sCVMw46DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-V1brTTCVc/s72-c/red-face-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8069764367911223228</id><published>2010-01-05T19:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:43:24.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belive'/><title type='text'>!!!.. aal izz weel..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S0NW891pmRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gBxYM905Rfw/s1600-h/aal+izz+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S0NW891pmRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gBxYM905Rfw/s400/aal+izz+well.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423273981675936018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tOday's world of RathOres, Tiwaries, where hOpe, believe , faith take a back seat and skepticism and cynicism have grown mOre than ever , it is hard tO believe sOmething gOOd can happen unless yOu have experienced One.&lt;br /&gt;My jOurney fOr hOme during winter vaccatiOn was at a shOrt nOtice . SO , I cOuld nOt get a cOnfirmed seat. I was traveling On a wait listed ticket . I just packed my bag in 30 minutes and left for the train . In haste I fOrgot to take blanket . Anyway I sat a seat meant fOr Rsc . Initially,when train started everything was comfortable .&lt;br /&gt;But as night grew , sO did the cOld. Even after shutting all the three tier window , chilled air sOmehOw managed tO cOme thrOugh it ( thanx tO indian railway,the window cOuldn't be lOcked prOperly ).  All Other passenger were sleeping in the warm cOmfort of their blanket.I was literally shivering in all the cOldplay . Suddenly something unexpected happened . One fellOw passenger got up .He saw me in that cOndition .He was appalled . He tOOk the bOther tO OPen his suit case , tOOk Out a blanket and offered me.&lt;br /&gt;It was really a feel gOOd thing . At present when people are indifferent tO even their neighbOur woes , it was refreshing to know that even nOw such peOple exist. it was really a ' Pay It FOrward ' mOment . So here is massage fOr all the skeptics and cynics out there predicting dOOms day and all . Till there are such peOple nOyhing like dOOmsday will ever happen . After all God can't be that crazy . So always hOpe and believe in best . &lt;br /&gt;PS better late than never "Happy 2O1O" .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8069764367911223228?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8069764367911223228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8069764367911223228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8069764367911223228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8069764367911223228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2010/01/aal-izz-weel.html' title='!!!.. aal izz weel..!!!'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/S0NW891pmRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gBxYM905Rfw/s72-c/aal+izz+well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6680326834737643824</id><published>2009-12-04T22:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:02:35.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Restless SOul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SxlUJZZj0QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WxPD0VNKzU8/s1600-h/face-of-unrequited-love-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SxlUJZZj0QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WxPD0VNKzU8/s400/face-of-unrequited-love-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411448947676008706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SxlT-Y4qERI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C2kTw-nFKc0/s1600-h/l_808dd9325ec3f0bf1a54e3c83510d135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SxlT-Y4qERI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C2kTw-nFKc0/s400/l_808dd9325ec3f0bf1a54e3c83510d135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411448758559445266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 79 hOurs and 25 minutes have passed after I finished taking the last paper Of my 7th sem exam . I thOught it wOuld be a very nice time as there wOuld be nO exams , nO last minute mugging and cramming , which kept me very busy last week . But alas ! there is nO such feeling right nOw .&lt;br /&gt;After the exams , life is nOt same again . I have tried many gimmicks tO get myself Occupied , but each has turned futile . Suddenly , facebOOk  turned bOring . Even I checked my Orkut accOunt after a mOnth . ThOugh dc main chat prOvided a brief respite , it also cOuld nOt hOld the fOrte fOr lOng enOugh . Last winter tOO I was in Bit . Despite , there were Only 6 boys in my hOstel then ,life was nOt sO boring . &lt;br /&gt;It is not first time my exam are finished .It is nOt that I have nOthing tO dO. Perhaps , this mOnth is mOst impOrtant mOnth Of my life . I have tO appear fOr CAT , then JMET . Then there are sundry  cOmpanies cOming fOr placement .These 2O days will play a decisive rOle in my life . They can very much shape my entire life . But it is bizzare that I am feeling the lack Of mOtivatiOn most at this critical juncture . It is like I can nOt cOncentrate On anything , Leave study . SOme eerie thOghts are preOccupying my mind . Am I being restless , Or is it mOral turpitude , Or my bOdy is reacting tO variOus quandaries I have ? I do not know . But I want tO know . Have any Of yOu have experienced such thing . DO yOu knOw the answer . If yes please comment .&lt;br /&gt;Ps happy vaccatiOn and thOse sitting fOr placement , all the best .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6680326834737643824?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6680326834737643824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6680326834737643824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6680326834737643824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6680326834737643824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/12/restless-soul.html' title='Restless SOul'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SxlUJZZj0QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WxPD0VNKzU8/s72-c/face-of-unrequited-love-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8727842676215418837</id><published>2009-10-23T21:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:40:42.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reticence : Evil or Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SuHbD_vRukI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MJVtz3_UNcA/s1600-h/Premeditated_Reticence_by_active_style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SuHbD_vRukI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MJVtz3_UNcA/s400/Premeditated_Reticence_by_active_style.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395834690262383170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late I have seen and read much on the importance of expression . Express yourself has been the Tag line of  Airtel , one of the leading telecommunication company . But is it necessary to express ? I beg to differ . Everyday , we meet almost a fixed number of people . We exchange pleasantries ,the formal hi , hello , bye etc . We say good morning , shake hand and many other things . Words like all the best , congrats have become part and parcel of modern lingua . These are uttered , even when we mean otherwise , although it is not the case always . Many time congratulatory messages are said with well intended meaning . Some of us tend to feel offended , if they are not wished say for example on birthdays . &lt;br /&gt;Let us not go into debate that it is right or not . Every individual has his own thinking . I just want to present my case here . I am not the kind of individual who believe in such kind of ritual . Of course , I also want that my friends , well wishers always succeed in their venture . I , too feel delighted when they achieve something . Only thing is I am reticent . I believe that if they know me well enough ,they wont' mind it . And , If because of my reticence somebody has been offended , I am really sorry . So , next time if you are venturing to achieve something , remember there is one who is always wishing you the best .&lt;br /&gt;PS aal izz weel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8727842676215418837?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8727842676215418837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8727842676215418837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8727842676215418837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8727842676215418837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/10/reticence-evil-or-good.html' title='Reticence : Evil or Good'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SuHbD_vRukI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MJVtz3_UNcA/s72-c/Premeditated_Reticence_by_active_style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-7242123644568466365</id><published>2009-09-23T11:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:38:56.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navratri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dussehara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivities.'/><title type='text'>Happy HOlidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Srm7V4ViC1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Y1TW2TpLUM8/s1600-h/Hindu_God16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Srm7V4ViC1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Y1TW2TpLUM8/s400/Hindu_God16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384540814072482642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi ! It is time of fest and festivities .  Eid has gone by and Dussehra is knocking . So , just I was thinking about the Different kind of Gods , and need of multiple God .The denouement was pretty interesting . Each God has HIs own specialities and qualities like us human . And we can idolioze any God we like . Let take the example of Lord Ganesha . Glutton can always look towards Him . But He is very Intelligent and God of intelligence , too .Similarly , Lord Shiva is the perfect idol for youth who likes a bit to indulge in drinking and smoking . Lord Krishna may be the impeccable example for Romeos , Lord Rama for a normal human being . Thus God have also idiosyncrasies and foibles . So , what are we human ! But what make them God is the fact that they are perfect in at least one qualities . So , We human should also try to perfect at least one art ... Anyway enough&lt;br /&gt;Happy Navratri And Dussehara . Hope Your and Mine Prayer Is herad this Navaratri .. Jai Mata DI.. Happy Vaccations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-7242123644568466365?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/7242123644568466365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=7242123644568466365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7242123644568466365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7242123644568466365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy HOlidays'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Srm7V4ViC1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Y1TW2TpLUM8/s72-c/Hindu_God16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2469765402175194508</id><published>2009-09-20T13:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:10:44.712+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excursion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nidgtmare'/><title type='text'>Memories Never Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrXlNQZrAwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fy-s71bFAl4/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrXlNQZrAwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fy-s71bFAl4/s400/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383460945494999810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrXk8KXXAqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C5fL7IksYCA/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrXk8KXXAqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C5fL7IksYCA/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383460651816911522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was All well planned , approx . one month in advance .We were to leave for Puri , Konark and Bhuvneshwar on 14th of August 2008 . On that fateful day , It was raining cat and dogs since early in the morning .We were  to leave the campus at 1400 hours . Two of us have Lab classes (Genetic engg , if i remember )  in second half  . We thought The prof would allow us to leave the class @ 1345 . But he was hard nut to crack . He turned a deaf ear to our request . Anyway we left  the class , at cost of one attendance . The rain had abated little bit . We collected our luggage and took a ride in auto . But Despite all planning God had some other plans . As soon as the auto reached near Mishra Xerox ( hardly 200 m frm campus ) , Auto came to a halt . When inquired , driver told there was no petrol . Wtf . The nearest Petrol Pump was On Bit Mor . Somehow the driver manged a can and a bike and went to fetch petrol .He returned in half an hour , But it was already 1445 hours . Our journey embarked then and we were  blabbering and bantering , unaware of what was waiting for us . About 100 m from Kanta toli , we could see a serpentine queue of vehicles . It was a long traffic jam ! There was no sign of  the Jam ending in less than a hour . It was 1530 already and our train was at 1600 hours at Hatiya station . All our hopes of making it to Puri was shattered in one go . Some of us lost our cool and started hurling abuses to the driver in Frustration , as he wasted our time in fetching Petrol . Suddenly one of us came with an idea that we leave this auto , take our luggage and , move out of Jam on foot . We agreed , and waded through all the muddy road , We hired an another auto and left for Hatiya , though It was 1550 already We reached Hatiya station @ 1615 hours . The scheduled Departure time had already passed  and the train was From Hatiya itself . &lt;br /&gt;When we entered the station , with  dejected spirit , I heard One man talking that the train was Late for 1 hour . I cant' tell how relieved were  we . The feeling was simply ineffable ! I never thought I will be so happy because of  a train being Late . But  the such is life . Anyway Train arrived 90 minutes Late , we boarded the train . But there was another surprise waiting for us . Due to some brilliant enterprising idea of Mr Lalu Pd Yadav each compartment had 9 seats in place of orignal 8 . Thanks to Mr yadav , It tok 30 min , For figuring out our berth .After train started discussion started , some of us played card and so on . But as clock ticked 8'0 clock , hunger striked , but we had nothing to eat . All the Little snacks we had , were finished . It was still 2 long hour before we would reach Rourkela and might have some food .Any way bearing hunger  , we reached Rorkela @ 2230 hours  . All of us were voracious by now . But as we searched food on the station all we could get was 8 ood puris and  2 plates of what they said was veg biryani ( for 7 person ) . All the food vanished in second , but hunger didn't abated . But what to do . We slept then .&lt;br /&gt;When we got up next morning ( 15 August , 2008 ) , it was 0800 hours already . It  was still 2 hour before we reached  Puri . After having  tea , we started inquiring about rooms . Guess what we couldn't find  any . The hotels were either full , Or were beyond scope of our budget or far away from the town . In the end we reached Puri , hired an auto and asked the driver to take us to the beach . After , 30 min of traveling the sea was visible . Ohh ! what a exotic scene was that ! Simply mind blowing ! It recharged us and we wanted to dabble in the sea as early as possible . But alas ! we were still a vagabond with no room .We started room hunting expedition again and reached to hotel Puri . After much persuasion and prodding the receptionist conceded that they have one double room vacant and two would be vacant in evening .So we got the room , put our luggage there , and moved towards the beach .....&lt;br /&gt;If you think , It was end of our nightmare , you are wrong ..The remaining part of this nightmarish yet mind boggling journey in the next post......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2469765402175194508?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2469765402175194508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2469765402175194508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2469765402175194508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2469765402175194508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-never-die.html' title='Memories Never Die'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrXlNQZrAwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fy-s71bFAl4/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-216264282071457737</id><published>2009-09-16T23:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:18:31.738+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Price Of  Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrEkXVa8vXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E9Td46_OwyQ/s1600-h/Betrayal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrEkXVa8vXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E9Td46_OwyQ/s400/Betrayal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382123012990221682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the price of success ? Do anyone appropriately know the Complete answer to this question ? My guess is nobody . But of late I have seen that many of us are willing to pay any price even for trifling gain . Some of us are willing to change yourself . Its true that nothing is permanent and change is inevitable . But believe me something are intrinsic and better left unchanged . If success comes to you by changing your inner self , you will regret it later . One get involved in flattery , unctuousness . But , such success is temporal .The goal that enjoins you is not what you deserve . Changing your inner self is bigger than any  success  . It will make you proverbial  " colored Jackal " who became the king of the forest , but was ultimately doomed to death .&lt;br /&gt;But what is worse , is that you betray someone for petty gain . Betrayal will certainly lead you nowhere . You may escalate new heights by bitching against people who trust you , by being unctuous .But your free fall from that height is imminent . And once it begins , there is no stoppage . You will reach to a very abysmal state . They say hope can lift you up from any situation , but in such cases even hope will ditch you . Even your inner consciousness will curse you . There is no other way around . &lt;br /&gt;All these things I am scribing here because I have seen many  people around me have suddenly behaving in a very strange way , in a way I never expected from them . Or may they were like that only , and only demasked now . What ever may be the case , I just believe that success or happiness that comes your way by being yourself is the real one , the rest is only a beautiful illusion . So, please always remember to be yourself .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-216264282071457737?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/216264282071457737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=216264282071457737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/216264282071457737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/216264282071457737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='The Price Of  Success'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SrEkXVa8vXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E9Td46_OwyQ/s72-c/Betrayal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-5751343300062926242</id><published>2009-08-30T00:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:44:47.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysrtey'/><title type='text'>Kabhi Kisi Ko Mukammal Jehan Nahin Milta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SpmL_uhSQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OIb8zPDjXjA/s1600-h/faithless_insomnia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SpmL_uhSQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OIb8zPDjXjA/s400/faithless_insomnia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375481557179057106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to begin this blog , but I feel like rambling . In the mundane activity , most of us are running a blind race , towards some unknown goal ,almost without passion and they say " passion is the most important thing in the life ." Where has all the verve dessicated ? Why are we all adjusting ? I ruminated on these queries for a long time , but I was unsatiated .&lt;br /&gt;Many a time , a person gets something that he doesn't want , while another coveting it is left deprived . There is so much disparity . As an old adage goes " nothing is impossible " But Is it really so ? As far as I am concerned it is Bullshit . Despite all his effort , human can't achieve everything he wants , because there is a thing called luck and he can't nullify it. At his best he can only assuage the situation by dint of hard labour . &lt;br /&gt;Or is it the other way out . One takes the thing easily achieved as granted , and always pursue  something else . In this pursuit , he is dissatisfied . He is sapped of confidence and feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still can't figure out , what is the real situation ? I am discombobulated .&lt;br /&gt;I will like to finish with a couplet &lt;br /&gt;" यूँ तो गुजर रहा है हर पल खुसी के साथ ,&lt;br /&gt;  फिर भी क्यूँ कोई कमी सी है ज़िन्दगी के साथ "&lt;br /&gt;And , If anyone has answer to this riddle please comment .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-5751343300062926242?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/5751343300062926242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=5751343300062926242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5751343300062926242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5751343300062926242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/08/kabhi-kisi-ko-mukammal-jehan-nahin.html' title='Kabhi Kisi Ko Mukammal Jehan Nahin Milta....'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SpmL_uhSQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OIb8zPDjXjA/s72-c/faithless_insomnia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6537650876236461357</id><published>2009-08-02T10:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:14:44.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freindship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Freindship Day ETC</title><content type='html'>Today is friendship day . One more excuse for partying and raving . Time to reminisce the Good Old Days , to travel down your memory lane and recall the naughty summer afternoon when you sneaked into your neighbor's house with your best friend to get a taste of succulent mango , or many such indelible experiences . It is the day when you can give a call or leave a message to some of your friends who you have not contacted off late due to whatever reason .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, due to some strange reason  I don't believe in celebrating 'days' . For me , a part of each day is friendship day , a part is father's day , a part is mother's day . If  you feel like talking to your friend sharing some feelings with them ,  talk to them at that time man! If you cares about your parent , it reflects in your daily attitude towards them .  That's why in Indian culture there was no place for such mother or father day .  Its' just the concept of the Americans , who live in nuclear family , are disinterested in their parents whole year , and pour their feeling on a single day . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also the now-a-days  too many days are being celebrated , for instance after father's and mothr's day there  was  parents' day  last Sunday . Numerous just days are being institutionalised , by strong lobby of cards and gift companies to boost their sale . Hypes are created about such days through media , and Genx in persuit of being hip and updated starts observing these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But , let me clear one thing . I am not a Shiv Sainik or a RSS member or advocate of 'moral police' . If you feel like celebrating , do it and why not . But as far as  I  am concerned  , I need just on day " Be YOURSELF Day "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6537650876236461357?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6537650876236461357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6537650876236461357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6537650876236461357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6537650876236461357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/08/freindship-day-etc.html' title='Freindship Day ETC'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6620279618408467675</id><published>2009-07-22T17:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:35:04.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita bahuguna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recent Brawl in UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayawati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalit'/><title type='text'>Indian Politicians : Epitome of Demagoguery</title><content type='html'>In the recent Controversy over the political brawl in the UP , what has taken the back seat ? The rape victim and the rapist . The state of anarchy in the UP . Nobody is talking about these issues .&lt;br /&gt;Now , Mayawati and Rita Bahuguna Joshi  are hogging all the lime light .&lt;br /&gt;After the incendiary remarks made by the UPCC chief ,the arsonists set her home on fire causing her irreperable loss of 'property' . She was booked under  some act meant to protect SC / ST .  She has vowed to fight the legal battle in  the court . What she said about Mayawati was truly a lewid remark . What was more shocking that it was uttered by a woman . But  the aftereffect was more culpable . &lt;br /&gt;Firstly , the IPC  under which she was booked was inappropriate . What Mrs  Joshi said to malign her was not because She is a Dalit , but because she was the CM of the stae . How Mayawati can boast that  she is the unanimous leader of all dalit in the state leave alone the whole country ?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly , why the arsonist were given free hand ? Even the CM house is at few metre from Joshi's house and not a single police man reached there . The MLA , whose name is in the FIR , filed by Mrs joshi , was rewarded  as Mayawati appointed her as the chief of UP suger Corporation .&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly  and most importantly , what right had The DGP to reimburse the rape victim or even a murder victim , when the Police machinery heade by him has failed to curb the violence . The tradition of  reimbrusement was  stared to help people who were victim of natural calamity . How can a rape victim be reimbursed by paying them any sum of money , leave alone Rs 25 , 000 as the case was . What was guarantey that , esp in hindi heartland , their relative won't take the money as soon as the Dgp's chopper took off .&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , what moral right has Ms mayawati to react so violenly , when she had given same stament about Mr Mulyam singh yadav . here are the two statement it is up to you to decide .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reacting to disbursement of compensation to rape victims in the state Rita said in Moradabad on July 15&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaj uttar pradesh ka DGP helicopter se udke gaon gaon jata hai … kehta hai tumhari beti ke saath balatkar hua hai … yeh lo pacchis hazaar rupiya … tumhare bete/beti ke saath hatya ho gayi … yeh lo pacchas hazaar…sattar hazaar ….arrey mein kehti hoon yeh paisa Mayawati ke mooh par maar … aur ussasey bolo ki Mayawati agar tere saath balatkar hua toh mein Rs 1 crore dungi ….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What Maya said in January 2007 during election campaign?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaj Muslim Samaj pooch raha hai Mulayam Singh Yadav se…. Mulayam Singh Yadav tumhari beti nahi hai…tunhare bhai, bhateeje, rishtedaar ki to hogi … yadi uska balatkaar ham karwadeti hain… yeh Muslim Samaj  kahta hai … Toh…yedi unki balatkar ki qimat two lakh hai to .hum Rs 4 lakh denge….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mayawati had made these remarks following rape of a Muslim girl in Allahabad in January 2007 in which the then Yadav government had given Rs two lakh compensation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus what is elicited here is , all the politician are demagouge . They only know to evoke people emotion for meagre political gain . Nobody is interested in me or you . Indian politics is going to dogs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6620279618408467675?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6620279618408467675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6620279618408467675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6620279618408467675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6620279618408467675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/07/indian-politicians-epitome-of.html' title='Indian Politicians : Epitome of Demagoguery'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8201350679095030674</id><published>2009-07-19T20:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:29:20.119+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no pain no gain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Pain Is Good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SmNQqcSVqII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6iJjdkHL22M/s1600-h/no-pain-no-gain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SmNQqcSVqII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6iJjdkHL22M/s400/no-pain-no-gain.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216671578859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is indispensable part of human life . It is interwoven in  life like anything , but most of us abominate it . But  with risk of being termed as masochist  I say that pain is as quintessential to life as is happiness .&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time , you remembered God ? Obviously , when you were distressed and dolorous . As grave is our grief , so strong is our invocation and prayer .We even bribe or at least try to bribe God to get respite from pain .  We are that much selfish , aren't we ? Once pain is assuaged , our devotion stars fading . Thus pain takes us closer to Him .&lt;br /&gt;When grief strikes , we tend to think outlandish . Let me tell you a real life incident . I met one of my cousin in the last summer vacation . He is a simple carefree guy .  When I met him this year , I was pleasantly  surprised to know that he has cleared CAT  , and was ready to join IIM Lucknow .I was even more awestruck to know the reason behind his decision to appear in CAT .  he told me that he fell for a girl from Kolkata . Despite his numerous persuasion , the girl didn't yield .   Naturally , he was grievous . In state of grief , instead of resorting to alcohol or other intoxication , he decided to prepare for CAT , so that he could stay at Kolkata , by joining the IIM  for persuading the girl some more .&lt;br /&gt;While preparing , his feeling for her ebbed . Though, he couldn't join IIM Kolkata ,he got a seat at the IIM Lucknow . Thus pain has given him a much coveted place at an IIM . So , Pain can give us lot . What  needed , is to culvert the anger aroused by pain in right direction . There is an old adage " No pain , No gain " . I just want to add that the more accute is the pain , the more bigger is the gain .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8201350679095030674?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8201350679095030674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8201350679095030674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8201350679095030674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8201350679095030674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain-is-good.html' title='Pain Is Good....'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SmNQqcSVqII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6iJjdkHL22M/s72-c/no-pain-no-gain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2810159371944929618</id><published>2009-06-25T18:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:56:23.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian Cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcs'/><title type='text'>Bizarre Thought In Idyllic Time</title><content type='html'>It is really very interesting to know that most bizarre of the thoughts occupies our mind when we have nothing to do . Such an idea came to my mind when I watching India being ousted by England in the T20 world cup .&lt;br /&gt;What is common between Indian Cricket Team , Manchester United , Rafel Nadal  ? Couldn't find any ? Let me tell you . All were reigning Champion in their respective field , and were unsuccessful in their campaign to defend their title . Man U lost their bid of being the only team to defend the Champions league title ,and lost to Barca which co,pleted hatrick of title this year. Nadal lost to Soderling in one of the Biggest Upset of the recent tennis . He is also out of Wimbeldon because of injury . So it is clear that he will be unable to defend sw19 title too . Similarly , India lost its plot and was out of T20 cup amid talk that all was not well between Dhoni and Sehwag .&lt;br /&gt;But , Politcs is a different ball game . This year has augered well for the incumbent poitical parties .&lt;br /&gt;In India Mr Singh is still king , albiet much stronger than his previous term . In the  election of european parliament all the reigning parties have won barrin Labor Party in England . In France , Sarkozy won despite allegation that mrs Carla Brown is pulling the strings behind the scene . same is case with Italian PM mr Burcolini , who despite the allrgation of him being dallaying with an 18 yr old Blonde cme out of flying colors . In Iran Mr Ahmedinijad has regained Power amid controversies . Thus , incumbent survived this year .&lt;br /&gt;But now after another thought just cropped in my mimnd . Arent' these a pretext for Consoling myself after India and BJP lost thir battle in Cricket and politics respectively .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2810159371944929618?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2810159371944929618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2810159371944929618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2810159371944929618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2810159371944929618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/06/bizarre-thought-in-idyllic-time.html' title='Bizarre Thought In Idyllic Time'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-7280810940248253071</id><published>2009-06-08T18:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:15:41.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sri laka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ltte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lok sabha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Challenges before Government</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Si0VOHAwaTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tH2oBecVl4c/s1600-h/Loksabha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Si0VOHAwaTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tH2oBecVl4c/s400/Loksabha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344951664903219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of MAY saw many important events which will be remembered forever in the annals of History . The culmination of 15th Lok sabha election , dismantling  of The LTTE , completion of the&lt;br /&gt;2nd edition of IPL are the  few to name .&lt;br /&gt;The victory of UPA  in the recently concluded General Election didn't surprised the psephologists , but the margin of victory did . The young India voted for stability . After Such a faith reposed in the Congress led UPA , the government now have an onerous task to gratify the need of the people&lt;br /&gt;. The most important task in fornt of the new regime is to insulate the country from great economic depression and take it on the path of prsperity . It has to create new employment opprtunity for the youths.&lt;br /&gt;The second task is to overhaul the beaurocracy which has been rated one of the inefficient in a recent survey. No matter what walfare scheme the government formulates , it will be worthless&lt;br /&gt;if the rule of red tape isn't ended.Government should implement the recoomendetion of the Second Adminstrative reform committee.&lt;br /&gt;It is also a high time , that Government should try to judicial sytem . Judges are also human and liable to corruption . THe Law should also be brought under servelliance of law . The corruption in judiciary has recently been exopsed by a section of media .&lt;br /&gt;The situation in our nieghbourhood is also very volatile . Sri Lanka has just come out of war . In Nepal , the anti indian feeling is increasing . A spate of attack by pro Taliban terrorists has excarbated already worse situation in Pakistan . So government should deal these matter with a dplomatic prudence .&lt;br /&gt;Youth are restless in nature . They have voted UPA to power . Which has not been accomplished in 60 years should be done in 5 year , otherwise 2014 is not far Mr Singh. Till then your the King....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-7280810940248253071?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/7280810940248253071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=7280810940248253071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7280810940248253071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7280810940248253071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/06/challenges-before-government.html' title='Challenges before Government'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Si0VOHAwaTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tH2oBecVl4c/s72-c/Loksabha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6640493635676074338</id><published>2009-05-05T00:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:14:36.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ani Ohev Otcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Sf-06SDD1KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z2x-kxqesEA/s1600-h/notebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Sf-06SDD1KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z2x-kxqesEA/s400/notebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179397200041122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;कितना मैं तुझे याद करता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;खुदा से एक ही फरियाद करता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हे भूलने की हो जो कोशिश&lt;br /&gt;तो पूरी नहीं हो मेरी ख्वाहिश&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आहों से मेरी निकले ऐसी तपिश&lt;br /&gt;दूर हो मौसम-ऐ-खलिश&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उम्मीद है एक दिन ऐसा भी आएगा&lt;br /&gt;जब मैं कौन हूँ ,तू जान जाएगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6640493635676074338?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6640493635676074338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6640493635676074338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6640493635676074338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6640493635676074338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Ani Ohev Otcha'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/Sf-06SDD1KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z2x-kxqesEA/s72-c/notebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-1354984418800566614</id><published>2009-03-11T00:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:19:02.735+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Holi , Birthday &amp; a Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SbbEAQEeQZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hMVWQ43CwDY/s1600-h/holi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SbbEAQEeQZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hMVWQ43CwDY/s400/holi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311648319122850194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Folks&lt;br /&gt;Its' night again . I am literally alone in my half of lobby . Thought started travelling in my mind again . Its' not that I am bored . I am enjoying it .Today is Holi - the festival of color . Celebration is on every card . But nothing so special for me . I will be waiting for Gulal . If it comes ok , if it doesn't no problem . &lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally today is my birthday too . Again no special plans . I have enjoyed my birthday party in advance . One more thing . Many people take it otherwise if their friends forget to wish them on their birthday , not me . I know that those who had always have good wishes for me must have some reason for not doing so . One of the reason is I have no medium on which they can wish . They can forget too. But , it doesn't mean they don't care for me any more . So no ill feelings .&lt;br /&gt;As they say , wishes are fulfilled on the birthday .I have a small one too . Many times I get some news which is not related to me directly . If I don't get them , I am fine . But if I receive them , it starts irking my mind , as I have said earlier on this platform . This pain I can't share with anyone . So it hurts even more . So ,please don't break news like that to me . &lt;br /&gt;Finally , A Happy Holi full of all colours of love to you . Celebrate it in right spirit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-1354984418800566614?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/1354984418800566614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=1354984418800566614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1354984418800566614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1354984418800566614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-folks-its-night-again.html' title='Holi , Birthday &amp; a Wish'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SbbEAQEeQZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hMVWQ43CwDY/s72-c/holi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2384784977056198897</id><published>2009-02-24T12:42:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:31:00.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know What To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SaOpHIl5l8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MtIHDZektRM/s1600-h/Obituary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SaOpHIl5l8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MtIHDZektRM/s400/Obituary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306270726003201986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affinity or natural liking to anything is natural tendency  .But when an affinity becomes obssesion , it is very dangerous . And obssesion can make a person do anything . Mind stops thinking when it is obsessed . So a person takes extreme measures in fit of obssesion , without thinking the after effects . What else can explain why a person decides to end his life in a tender age . He can be in some deep sort of problem ,and no ray of hope he can see . But there is solution to every problem as every dark night has a morning . And sucide isn't the solution of any problem . That is for sure . It is escapism . And a man does not escape from situation , he faces it . I know these surmons are easy to give , but believe that they are not so hard to practice . So be a man . If you are in the worst of situation , remember it can't worsen further . And whatever is the problem , there is a solution . as they say " where there is will , there is way ." So please don't loose heart . Before taking any extreme step just think that there are many people like your parents , who has many hopes from you .&lt;br /&gt;and when you will be gone it will leave them shattered . So please don't do the mistakes that can't be undone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , these are my thought when I came to know that a student has commmitted suicide in our university campus . May ! his soul rest in peace and God give his family the strength to bear this tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2384784977056198897?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2384784977056198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2384784977056198897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2384784977056198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2384784977056198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/02/affinity-or-natural-liking-to-anything.html' title='Don&apos;t Know What To Say'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SaOpHIl5l8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MtIHDZektRM/s72-c/Obituary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2536896140043592742</id><published>2009-02-20T11:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:29:42.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अलबेला दीवाना</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZ5taVAL8II/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6s3oxNkmhY/s1600-h/sad_sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZ5taVAL8II/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6s3oxNkmhY/s400/sad_sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304797710170976386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;मेरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;नीर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;बहाने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;बार&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;नाम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;अपने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;दीवाने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ऐसा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;करने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;तेरा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जाएगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;किसी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सारा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जहाँ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;मिल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जाएगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;उस&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;पल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सदा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;के&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कैद&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;लूँगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उसी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;के&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सहारे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सदियों&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;लूँगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;न&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;रहेगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कोई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;गिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ज़माने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;बाज़&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;आ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जाऊंगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;खुदा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;आजमाने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;से .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;अगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ऐसा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;न&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;तू&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;पाये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;और&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;इश्क&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;शिर्क&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;न&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;बन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;जाये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;इतना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;करम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; , (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;मौला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;पहले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;दे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;पहले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;सा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;शिर्क = खुदा से बैर&lt;br /&gt;कापीराईट :-- माइंड हंटर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2536896140043592742?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2536896140043592742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2536896140043592742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2536896140043592742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2536896140043592742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/02/dewana.html' title='अलबेला दीवाना'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZ5taVAL8II/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6s3oxNkmhY/s72-c/sad_sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2517295035144511012</id><published>2009-02-11T22:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:27:19.466+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZMRbHAR2OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jh3ZiVgVMvc/s1600-h/B000002VT3.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZMRbHAR2OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jh3ZiVgVMvc/s400/B000002VT3.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301600343779563746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is such a big word . So many people have laid their life in the name of faith , and many more had decimated others life . Many epoch making events are its consequences . Sometimes life changing occurrences had taken place as result of  belief.&lt;br /&gt;But is it worth it? Or is it most outspoken belief . Why  it happens that a man gets nothing as a result of belief . A belief in which he believes more than himself . Why does it happen that bad man reap all the rewards ? Is it effect of bad Karma , or He just wanna prove that we are mere puppet in his hand ? These are the mind churning and soul stirring thought which crept to my sub conscious mind when I saw that a laptop and a mobile was just stolen from my friend's room just in matter of 2 hours . He hasn't done any bad to anyone . So , why did the tragedy struck him . And ,if it can happen to him , may be I can be the next victim . Authorities , in stead of offering some sympathy , leave alone any assurance of recovery , were busy in blaming his friends . Which type of  divine justice is it? Optimist may say it was result of some bad Karma of previous birth . If it is like that God please kill me so that I can reincarnate and enjoy my next life .  Beside it, I  have got some information yesterday  that has left me completely shattered&lt;br /&gt;. I can't share that  information on this platform. But enough is enough. I can't see more suffering. My faith is dwindling in doldrums. May be I am under influence , but God forgive me, and if You can't do anything " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; mere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2517295035144511012?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2517295035144511012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2517295035144511012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2517295035144511012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2517295035144511012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SZMRbHAR2OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jh3ZiVgVMvc/s72-c/B000002VT3.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-8188328814932789241</id><published>2009-02-07T23:09:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:09:17.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines&apos; day'/><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; Love &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SY3nuoAo5bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4YUTXxIALMA/s1600-h/Love+tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SY3nuoAo5bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4YUTXxIALMA/s400/Love+tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300147124685039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love ? Why this single subject has been igniting the minds of countless poets, writer, painter, sculptures, to  create immortal masterpieces since the evolution of mankind? What is so  magical about it that keeps captivating the mind ? These were the questions popping in my mind&lt;br /&gt;as I was sitting n my room alone and was getting bored . Then I tried to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;We all have experienced love in one way or another be it fatherly love , motherly love and many such kind of love. But which form of love has been the most talked about? Love between a man and woman. What happens when a man loves a woman? I am not fortunate enough to have a taste of this kind of love . So all my knowledge about it is little and abstract. As far as my knowledge is concerned it is like some chemistry between two people which make them feel complete. It becomes so integral for them  that they are ready to give and take life for its sake . Many people call it the elixir of life .So what about me? Am I devoid of the elixir. Is my life incomplete? Even if it is like that I can't feel it. may be ,I would have felt it, if I had experienced it.   But, on the other hand, iI also know another type of person, those who have burnt their heart in the game of love.They  call it is blunder of life . Love has also shattered many.&lt;br /&gt;So, as on next Saturday when whole world will be celebrating 'Festival of Love' the Valentine's Day ,I will be utterly confused about all the euphoria surrounding me .Anyway, for all people out there in love , I will say"Keep enjoying the magic of love ." And for those who are just having an affair just for its sake only " Please get rid of the burden " Life will be more serene and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;For the heart burnt people "Move away. Free yourself from the captivity of negativity. God has some other beautiful plan for you. "And for the single like me " Keep looking. May! one day you taste the elixir of life."&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yongistaani.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Valentines' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-8188328814932789241?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/8188328814932789241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=8188328814932789241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8188328814932789241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/8188328814932789241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-love-why-this-single-subject.html' title='&lt;&lt; Love &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SY3nuoAo5bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4YUTXxIALMA/s72-c/Love+tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-7582753924555840092</id><published>2008-12-05T23:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:21:28.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE SAGA OF TRAGEDY : CHAPTER  1</title><content type='html'>THEY SAY "NOBODY KNOWS WHEN TRAGEDY WILL STRIKE." NEITHER  DID CITIZENS OF TROY, NOR DID THE MAKERS OF TITANIC , NOR DID THE USA . SO WHO AM I ? IT HAS BEEN RIGHTEOUSLY  SAID THAT GOD HAS HIS OWN PLAN AND  HE CONDUCTS IN HIS OWN WAY.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I ENTERED THE CAMPUS OF BIT MESRA  AFTER MAKING IT IN SECOND COUNSELING , I WAS IN A JOLLY MOOD.  EVEN THE LONG QUEUE NEAR THE ADMISSION COUNTER WAS NOT IRRITATING ME. LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT ITS MATTER  OF MINUTE THAT SOME UNPLEASANT THING IS GOING TO HAPPEN. THE MAN AT COUNTER ASKED ME TO SHOW THE  RECIEPT OF GRAFT I SUBMITTED DURING 1 ST COUNSELING.HOLY SHIT! I FORGOT TO BRING THE RECIEPT.HERE COMES THE TRAGEDY. I THOUGHT I I WILL WITHDRAW MONEY FROM THE SBI ATM AND MAKE A DRAFT IN THE BANK IN THE CAMPUS ITSELF.BUT WHAT THE F**K, THE ATM WAS OUT OF  CASH . FELLOW BITIANS WILL AGREE THAT THIS ATM RUNS OUT OF CASH WHENEVER ONE NEEDS IT THE MOST. ANYWAY I DECIDED TO GO TO THE NEAREST ATM AND BRING OUT MONEY FOR THAT.RIDING ON THE ROOF OF A TRACKER I REACHED APOLLO I TOOK MONEY AND REACHED THE UCO BANK IN THE CAMPUS AND ASKED TO MAKE DD. ANOTHER PROBLEM.. IT WAS 2 PM ALREADY AND THEY REFUSED TO MAKE DD.O GOSH ! I WAS COMPLETELY SCREWED UP. I WENT TO THE CLERK AT R&amp;amp;D AND TOLD MY PROBLEM. HE ADVISED ME TOO MEET THE DEAN OF ADMISSIONS. WHEN I ENQUIRED ABOUT HIM I FOUND THAT HE WAS AT ADMISSIONS OFFICE. I REACHED THE ADMISSION OFFICE ONLY TO FIND THAT HE HAD LEFT FOR THE  R&amp;amp;D.AGAIN I REACHED R&amp;amp;D BUT PEOPLE THERE TOLD ME THAT HE IS IN ADMISSION OFFICE.TIME WAS RUNNING OUT &amp;amp; SO WAS MY PETIENCE.AFTER COMPLETING  4 ROUND OF R&amp;amp;D AND ADD OFFICE IFOUND HIM.&lt;br /&gt;HE TOLD ME TO GET MY RECIEPT FAXED.BUT AGAIN ANOTHER PROBLEM.............THE POWER NEARBY MY HOUSE HAD FAILED THAT DAY BRCAUSE OF RAIN.....SO NO FAX....&lt;br /&gt;OH! GOD! TOTALLY OUT OF MY MIND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.. IWENT TO THE DEAN AND PLEADED HIM FOR HALF AN HOUR ENDLEESLY.AFTER SO MUCH TRAUMA GOD HAS HAD SOME PITY ON ME AND THE DEAN JUST AGREED TO ALLOW ME TO TAKE ADMISSION.. SO JUST 5 MIN BEFORE CLOUSERE OF ENTIRE ADN=MISSION PROCESS I GOT ADMITTED IN BIT MESRA.THE TIME WAS 4:55 PM. THIS WAS PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;ENDING OF QUITE IMPERFECT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF STORY: 1. PROBLEM NEVER COMES ALONE&lt;br /&gt;                                     2. DIL AGAR SACHCHA HO RAB SAB KAR DE SETTING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT FOR PART 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-7582753924555840092?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/7582753924555840092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=7582753924555840092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7582753924555840092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/7582753924555840092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-1.html' title='THE SAGA OF TRAGEDY : CHAPTER  1'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-1582729035515909381</id><published>2008-12-05T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:43:58.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_05.html"&gt;IGNITING MIND: &amp;lt;&amp;lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-1582729035515909381?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_05.html' title='IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &gt;&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/1582729035515909381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=1582729035515909381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1582729035515909381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1582729035515909381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/igniting-mind_05.html' title='IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-1628805905853386224</id><published>2008-12-05T13:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:53:27.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAUTY'/><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STjj458eO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/EZSx2BvjvIs/s1600-h/Love02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STjj458eO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/EZSx2BvjvIs/s400/Love02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276217530231176178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;    BEAUTY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPEARS IN MILLION FORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    YET THERE ARE NO DEFINABLE NORM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;THE PROOF :IT CREATS INTERNAL STORMS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     AND WOMEN REPRESENTS ITS HIGHEST TOMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTY TAKES A MYRAID SHAPES THAT TIME &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FRAMES IN LIVE SYMPLOS , &lt;a href="http://IGNITING%20MIND"&gt;"HER" NAME &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;COMES AT OTHERS, HER CLAIM TO FAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS A PASSION, WHICH ALAS! NONE COULD TAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADAPTED FROM' CONTEMPRORY VIBES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEDICATED TO "HER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-1628805905853386224?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/1628805905853386224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=1628805905853386224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1628805905853386224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1628805905853386224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_05.html' title='&lt;&lt; ENTHARLLING BeAUtY &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STjj458eO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/EZSx2BvjvIs/s72-c/Love02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-3351736239127771519</id><published>2008-12-05T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:00:15.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; StAtE oF My mInD &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#links"&gt;IGNITING MIND: &amp;lt;&amp;lt; StAtE oF My mInD &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-3351736239127771519?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#links' title='IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; StAtE oF My mInD &gt;&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/3351736239127771519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=3351736239127771519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/3351736239127771519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/3351736239127771519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/igniting-mind.html' title='IGNITING MIND: &lt;&lt; StAtE oF My mInD &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6667175510729002852</id><published>2008-12-04T22:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:59:19.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; StAtE oF My mInD &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STgg-mzpXnI/AAAAAAAAACI/00mAr6t4XEk/s1600-h/inspiration+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STgg-mzpXnI/AAAAAAAAACI/00mAr6t4XEk/s400/inspiration+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276003223405682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now my Vth sem exam are over . Normally I should be happy that exam are over. But because of some unknown reason I am not elated.I am confused like anything. Actually I do not know what I want.There is some strange mood swing in me.Never felt like that before.I have always been a happy go lucky kinda person.But now I don't know which second I will Be happy &amp;amp; which second not.Even during my exam I felt like laughing that too without any reason. Also at a time Iwas eating &amp;amp; certainly felt like disliking food.I don't know why.I was never confused &lt;/span&gt;like that . Just feeling blue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually I don't know what is my aim in life or what I want from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I think ime has come to make decision &amp;amp; change little bit.But I don't know right now what to do.... I hpoe that I will soon overcome the situation&lt;/span&gt; , hope that it won't be too late ,hope that  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UNDERDOG  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will arrive finally. So people beware&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UNDERDOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will arrive in 2009 . May the next year be the year of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDERDOGS ! .&lt;br /&gt;OMEN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6667175510729002852?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6667175510729002852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6667175510729002852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6667175510729002852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/6667175510729002852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt; StAtE oF My mInD &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/STgg-mzpXnI/AAAAAAAAACI/00mAr6t4XEk/s72-c/inspiration+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-5816767907502826100</id><published>2008-11-21T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:32:25.248+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IGNITING MIND: THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp; ITS AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-victroy-its-aftermath.html"&gt;IGNITING MIND: THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp;amp; ITS AFTERMATH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-5816767907502826100?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-victroy-its-aftermath.html' title='IGNITING MIND: THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp; ITS AFTERMATH'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/5816767907502826100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=5816767907502826100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5816767907502826100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/5816767907502826100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/igniting-mind-obama-victroy-its.html' title='IGNITING MIND: THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp; ITS AFTERMATH'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-2872429638025822428</id><published>2008-11-21T00:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:28:37.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp; ITS AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SSXPVsU3sEI/AAAAAAAAACA/9w9XlX9CsuE/s1600-h/barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270846910489931842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SSXPVsU3sEI/AAAAAAAAACA/9w9XlX9CsuE/s400/barack-obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;victory&lt;/span&gt; of Barack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hussien&lt;/span&gt; Obama in the recently concluded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Presidential&lt;/span&gt; Election in the USA has already created a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;.The election of Obama , a person of mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ethnicity&lt;/span&gt; and of such young age , is representative of 21st century America in particular and whole world in general. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;super cool&lt;/span&gt; attitude, clarity of ideas on most of the complex situations like terrorism , economy , global warming was widely accepted by the common American ,as he won by a comprehensive margin, actually the biggest since 1996. His rational outlook comes from his upbringing in varied cultures and country like Indonesia &amp;amp; which blossomed in Ivy League campuses like Columbia &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Harvard&lt;/span&gt;. He has even done community services in Chicago &amp;amp; became senator when he won a seat to The Senate in 1966 from Illinois. The inspiring journey that began from Jakarta culminated in Grant Park , Chicago ,where he gave his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;victory&lt;/span&gt; speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Obama resumes his office in White House on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; 20 , whole world will be looking to him with great hope and anxiety , how he delivers.At the time when the US is facing the twin heat of economic crisis and terrorism , it will require &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;farsightedness&lt;/span&gt; and smart leadership to bring the US out of such crunch situation. Then there is problem of global warming &amp;amp; other climatic problems. The war in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; has been going on for more than the duration of World War without much success. The war in Iraq is turning out a grave one too. Obama admitted that the war in Iraq diverted US attention from the terrorist who attacked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTO&lt;/span&gt; .So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; be a challenge for him to conclude Iraq war &amp;amp; that too in a way that not mar the US prestige in the world. He also indicated that focus will shift on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; war. But even bigger challenge in front of Obama is to pull out his country from the grave Financial Crisis.Both these challenges are extraordinary and it will require equally extraordinary skill to tackle them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For India , his role in the Senate on the nuke deal was certainly a negative sign. His statement about active involvement to find a solution for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kashmir&lt;/span&gt; issue created concern in New Delhi. His outsourcing policy was also a unwelcome in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; market.Now when the issue of nuke deal has been solved , Obama has got a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; of keeping his reservation aside and work with India in many field like global warming ,health ,agriculture and of course IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Obama passes the test of time , he will be in the same league of Great US presidents like Franklin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt; ,Abraham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; ,JFK. Otherwise he will be remembered only as first black US president in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt; book. I hope he will live his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;campaign&lt;/span&gt; slogan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-2872429638025822428?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/2872429638025822428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=2872429638025822428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2872429638025822428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/2872429638025822428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-victroy-its-aftermath.html' title='THE OBAMA VICTROY &amp; ITS AFTERMATH'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SSXPVsU3sEI/AAAAAAAAACA/9w9XlX9CsuE/s72-c/barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-5810303923126589240</id><published>2008-11-14T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:34:09.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IGNITING MIND: PAY IY FORWARD... SAY IT RIGHT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-iy-forward-say-it-right.html"&gt;IGNITING MIND: PAY IY FORWARD... SAY IT RIGHT...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-5810303923126589240?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-iy-forward-say-it-right.html' title='IGNITING MIND: PAY IY FORWARD... 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SAY IT RIGHT...'/><author><name>mind hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339941604957711774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRcrBAPyGKI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObgMMYjekVY/S220/rk.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332420665860196198.post-6303935748212637265</id><published>2008-11-12T09:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:29:33.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>MY FAVOURITE SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRpT5LCT3DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8m81HxMBvuI/s1600-h/A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267614955843345458" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNbVN596yoo/SRpT5LCT3DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8m81HxMBvuI/s400/A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas yahi soch ke khaamosh main reh jata hoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke kisi roz toh iss baare mein tum sochogi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;main tumhe dekh ke kyon aise machal jata hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jagmaga uth ti hai kyon meri nigaahen ekdum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;main hamesha issi jaanib kyon chala aata hoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kuchh toh kehna hai mujhe baat koi toh hogi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mujhse tum khud hi ishaaron se kabhi poochogi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas yahi soch ke khaamosh main reh jaata hoon&lt;br /&gt;bas yahi soch ke khaamosh main reh jaata hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke agar hausala karke main tumhe keh bhi doon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toh kahi toot na jaaye yeh bharam karta hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jisne masoom banaya hai tumhare dil ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiske saye mein tumhe apana kaha karta hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeh bharam gam ke dhuen mein na kahi kho jaaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dil ke jasbi ki na tauheen kahi ho jaaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas yahi soch ke khaamosh main reh jaata hoon&lt;br /&gt;yun agar sun bhi liya tumne meri baaton ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thaam bhi logi chalo maana meri haathon ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apani aankhon ke sitaaron se jagaogi mujhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apani aagosh ki khushbu mein basaogi mujhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur jab tum meri pehchaan si ban jaaogi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaan keh keh ke meri jaan si ban jaaogi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;log aa jaayenge phir bich mein lekar rasmein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mujhse goomrah karenge tumhe karke bas mein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeh bhi ho sakta hai duniya se tum takra jaao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeh bhi ho sakta hai ruswaai se ghabra jaao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur mumkin hai ke nazaron se gira do mujhkotum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hamesha ke liye dard bana do mujhko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas yahi soch ke khaamosh main reh jaata hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-6303935748212637265?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/6303935748212637265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=6303935748212637265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SAY IT RIGHT...</title><content type='html'>IN OUR DAILY LIFE WE COME ACROSS  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt; SET OF PEOPLE ,  FAMILY; FRIENDS;WORKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;COLLEAGUES&lt;/span&gt;;NEIGHBOUR &amp;amp; OTHERS WE  KNOW. BUT WHAT ABOUT STRANGERS WE MEET OR RATHER SEE DAILY WHILE GOING TO OFFICE ; SCHOOL ;COLLEGE; OR OTHER WORKING PLACE, WHILE SHOPPING , IN CINEMA HALL &amp;amp; SO MANY OTHER DIFFERENT PLACES.WE FORGET THEM SOON AFTERWARDS.&lt;br /&gt;                   MANY TIME WE SEE  PEOPLE NEEDING HELP , BUT  OFTEN CHOOSE TO IGNORE THEM AS THEY R STRANGER. WHY SHOULD WE BOTHER ABOUT THEM? IF THEY WERE OUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; OR FAMILY WE  WOULD HELPED THEM , WHY CARE ABOUT STRANGERS.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT EASY TO BELIEVE THE UNKNOWNS IN PRESENT CIRCUMSTANCES WHERE THE TERROR ATTACK , MURDER, LOOT &amp;amp; OTHER CRIMES HAVE BECOME THE ORDER OF DAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THINK WHEN YOU HAVE MET SOME ACCIDENT ON A HIGHWAY &amp;amp; YOU CAN'T CALL ANYONE FOR HELP. SUDDENLY YOU FIND A CAR PASS BY. ONE PERSON GET OF THE CAR OFFERS YOU HELP &amp;amp; TAKE YOU TO HOSPITAL . YOUR LIFE IS SAVED &amp;amp; HE WAS A STRANGER WHO SAVED YOUR LIFE. HE IS NO LESS THAN GOD FOR YOU.WHAT IF HE LIKE OTHER WOULD HAVE IGNORED U ?&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt; EXAMPLE TO ILLUSTRATE THAT HELPING  STRANGERS IS IMPORTANT. BUT THIS IS THE HALF STORY. IF  YOU GET SOME UNEXPECTED HELP FROM SOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UNKNOWN&lt;/span&gt; , YOU SAY THANK  YOU TO HIM / HER. YOU MAY HELP HIM WHEN HE NEEDS HELP . &lt;br /&gt;BUT HERE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT POINT.NEXT TIME  WHEN YOU HELP OR ARE  BEING HELPED BY ANY  UNKNOWN PERSON , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAY IT FORWARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT MEANS  NOT TO  JUST THANK  OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RECEIVE&lt;/span&gt; THANK FROM OTHER , BUT TO HELP AT LEAST THREE PERSON  IN SUCH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ENDEAVOUR&lt;/span&gt; THAT HE CAN'T DO ON HIS OWN.CONVEY THE SAME MESSAGE TO THEM SO THAT A CHAIN REACTION BEGIN TO ALTER OUR SOCIETY , COUNTRY &amp;amp; WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT A MERE UTOPIAN  CONCEPT . IF FOLLOWED SINCERELY THIS MOVEMENT CAN MAKE THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt; A UTOPIA. SO ,PLEASE REMEMBER  NOT PAY BACKWARD , BUT TO &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PAY IT FORWARD &amp;amp; SAY IT RIGHT...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332420665860196198-1935261592325014973?l=youngistaani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/feeds/1935261592325014973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1332420665860196198&amp;postID=1935261592325014973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1935261592325014973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332420665860196198/posts/default/1935261592325014973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngistaani.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-iy-forward-say-it-right.html' title='PAY IY FORWARD... 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