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करते, मैं विप्लव का पूजन करता हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;तुम सिमटे चार दीवारों में, मैं उन्मुक्त गगन में उड़ता हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हे मंजिल की अभिलाषा है, मैं पथ का वंदन करता हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हे चरम सुख की तृष्णा है, मैं हंसी ठिठोली करता हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;तुम मुझपे हँसते हो , मैं तुमपे कारुण क्रंदन करता हूँ.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-8602208069939282249?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/8602208069939282249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=8602208069939282249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/8602208069939282249'/><link rel='self' 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the emptiness, Lifeless like a haulm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it starts to rain heavily outside&lt;br /&gt;The lump in my throat increases in size&lt;br /&gt;The sound on the window pane, sounds like  your giggle,&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds in expectation, I stumble as I jiggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean outside my window, I shout your name,&lt;br /&gt;There is no response, just the sound of the rain&lt;br /&gt;The rain keeps on pouring, My heart aches I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;The drops falling in my mouth, remind me of our first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for those moments , Moments of love and  bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pouring heavily, the droplets have grown big&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain on my face, as each drop hits&lt;br /&gt;I close the window, stand motionless, stand dead,&lt;br /&gt;Tears are mixed with the water flowing down my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings, keeps on ringing for quite a while  &lt;br /&gt;I hold the chair to keep the balance, I open my misty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes playing a trick, or It’s really you on the other side&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips, my throat dries, as I hear your gentle voice&lt;br /&gt;I cry as I hear you say, “It’s me and it’s raining outside………”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-2164433366944678555?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/2164433366944678555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=2164433366944678555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/2164433366944678555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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इस लंबे सफर में,&lt;br /&gt;तू हाँथ मेरा थाम के, कोई तो वजह दे।&lt;br /&gt;खो जाऊं इससे पहले तू थाम ले मुझे,&lt;br /&gt;कहीं बदल ना जाए ये सफर सिफ़र में।&lt;br /&gt;आ जा कि अब तो सांस भी मुश्किल से आ रही है,&lt;br /&gt;उम्मीद भी अब मुझसे दामन छुडा रही है,&lt;br /&gt;बुझने को है अब, ये चिराग आस का,&lt;br /&gt;रिश्ता बड़ा अजीब है प्यासे से प्यास का,&lt;br /&gt;कुछ तो सिला मिले मुझे मेरे इन्तजार का.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-7391255578917354658?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/7391255578917354658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=7391255578917354658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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night,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I have been searching for,&lt;br /&gt;In the burning heat, in the winter chill,&lt;br /&gt;drifting, wandering all this while&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I know it’s you, and only you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters gal, Nothing really does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tried  and crucified, scarred, bruised and torn,&lt;br /&gt;But I kept it alive, endured with my heart, and never let it worn&lt;br /&gt;I am elated my faith is justified, You are the one, I dreamt all along..&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, I have been waiting for long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters gal, nothing really does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lend me a hug, a tender kiss, and fit your fingers in mine,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me,Hold me close, like bells and chime.&lt;br /&gt;Come &lt;span&gt;close,&lt;/span&gt; look at me with your hazel eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Let the time stop &amp;amp; moment freeze in time&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,I think of you, and only you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters gal, Nothing really does..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-4493612767490325689?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/4493612767490325689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=4493612767490325689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/4493612767490325689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/4493612767490325689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing else matters..'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-1159978930814791700</id><published>2010-04-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:58:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you</title><content type='html'>I don't promise you sky, nor the brightest stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise you jewels, nor even the luxurious cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you my love, my trust my heart my soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no God but a mortal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise you anything but my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't feel the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but day will come when you will too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait and wait all my life for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know what you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and only u in my day and night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has lost its meaning, and so has miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you and only you in my heart in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, then trust me for a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your hands fitted in mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my love today tomorrow and thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in my love, and you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some one is made for me I am sure it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-1159978930814791700?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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times, but every time i read them i get emotional..A masterpiece by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;W. Livingston Larned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, son:&lt;br /&gt;I am saying this as you lie asleep,&lt;br /&gt;one little paw crumpled under your cheek and&lt;br /&gt;the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I have stolen into your room alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;as I sat reading my paper in the library,&lt;br /&gt;a stifling wave of remorse swept over me.&lt;br /&gt;Guiltily I came to your bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the things I was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;son: I had been cross to you.&lt;br /&gt;I scolded you as you were dressing for school&lt;br /&gt;because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I called out angrily&lt;br /&gt;when you threw some of your things on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast I found fault, too.&lt;br /&gt;You spilled things.&lt;br /&gt;You gulped down your food.&lt;br /&gt;You put your elbows on the table.&lt;br /&gt;You spread butter too thick on your bread.&lt;br /&gt;And as you started off to play&lt;br /&gt;and I made for my train,&lt;br /&gt;you turned and waved a hand&lt;br /&gt;and called, 'Goodbye, Daddy!'&lt;br /&gt;and I frowned, and said in reply,&lt;br /&gt;'Hold your shoulders back!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it began all over again in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;As I came up the road I spied you,&lt;br /&gt;down on your knees, playing marbles.&lt;br /&gt;There were holes in your stockings.&lt;br /&gt;I humiliated you before your boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;by marching you ahead of me to the house.&lt;br /&gt;Stockings were expensive -&lt;br /&gt;and if you had to buy them you would be more careful!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that, son, from a father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember,&lt;br /&gt;later, when I was reading in the library,&lt;br /&gt;how you came in timidly,&lt;br /&gt;with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;When I glanced up over my paper,&lt;br /&gt;impatient at the interruption,&lt;br /&gt;you hesitated at the door.&lt;br /&gt;'What is it you want?' I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;You said nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but ran across in one tempestuous plunge,&lt;br /&gt;and threw your arms around my neck&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;and your small arms tightened&lt;br /&gt;with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and which even neglect could not wither.&lt;br /&gt;And then you were gone,&lt;br /&gt;pattering up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, son,&lt;br /&gt;it was shortly afterwards&lt;br /&gt;that my paper slipped from my hands&lt;br /&gt;and a terrible sickening fear came over me.&lt;br /&gt;What has habit been doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding&lt;br /&gt;- this was my reward to you for being a boy.&lt;br /&gt;It was not that I did not love you;&lt;br /&gt;it was that I expected too much of youth.&lt;br /&gt;I was measuring you&lt;br /&gt;by the yardstick of my own years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was so much that was good and fine&lt;br /&gt;and true in your character.&lt;br /&gt;The little heart of you&lt;br /&gt;was as big as the dawn itself&lt;br /&gt;over the wide hills.&lt;br /&gt;This was shown by your spontaneous impulse&lt;br /&gt;to rush in and kiss me good night.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters tonight, son.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to your bedside in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and I have knelt there, ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a feeble atonement;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would not understand these things&lt;br /&gt;if I told them to you during your waking hours.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will be a real daddy!&lt;br /&gt;I will chum with you,&lt;br /&gt;and suffer when you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I will bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;when impatient words come.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep saying as if it were a ritual:&lt;br /&gt;'He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I have visualized you as a man.&lt;br /&gt;Yet as I see you now, son,&lt;br /&gt;crumpled and weary in your cot,&lt;br /&gt;I see that you are still a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you were in your mother's arms,&lt;br /&gt;your head on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I have asked too much, too much, yet given too little of myself. Promise me, as I teach you to have the manners of a man, that you will remind me how to have the loving spirit of a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-5605781938390222802?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/5605781938390222802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=5605781938390222802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/5605781938390222802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/5605781938390222802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2010/02/father-forgets.html' title='Father Forgets'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-4196381234687157820</id><published>2010-02-10T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:28:33.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Wrong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmz0hxm%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:relyonvml/&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;   &lt;o:targetscreensize&gt;1024x768&lt;/o:TargetScreenSize&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Verdana; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In life you come across many situations which can’t be classified as right or wrong, good or bad, however their impact is massive. More often than not we just consider our pain/delight and forget the view on the other side. It takes some time for the moment to pass by before you can have a fair view, or dare I say be considerate about the counter view.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the most blissful moments of one’s life is when one is in love. Now people have got different definitions for love, so let’s not get into what is love. It’s often said that when you are in Love you don’t expect you just commit yourself, but is it true?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s get a bit more realistic and dive with open mind. When you fall in love, you don’t really start with long term plans, most of the times it starts with you like spending time together, you share common interests or may be it’s a sheer admiration of certain qualities (Beauty, Intelligence, voice etc). However the thought process is different when you are formalizing the relationship, When the big question comes Is he/she the right guy/girl to get married..? Hanging around with someone and spending the whole life (well most of the life) together are two different ball games. I have seen many love stories going for a toss at this stage. We blame people for making certain decisions which were not what we expected. Probably this is the time when true love is tested. Do you still think you didn’t expect anything..???? . Let’s discuss the first thing first. Let’s consider a Good looking well educated girl, who is in love with someone of her same age group, may be from her college for the sake of discussion. All goes well till they are in college, but as soon as the big question comes both are in predicament. More often than not the girl will get matches of boys who are well settled in life, earn at least 3 times more than his love interest, and most importantly are selected by her parents. If you compare the profiles the way we do for arrange marriages the poor college pass out guy will be left far behind. He might me very talented and he might achieve all this in coming years but what can he do if he was born say 3-5 years late!!!!.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is right what is wrong..? What will you do..? What do you think the girl who choose to opt for a more safer and acceptable(to her family) option was right or the one who choose to kind of agitate her family and followed her heart was right???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There can be arguments and counter arguments but what I feel is it varies from person to person. There is no universal formulae and there is no sacred path.. Do what you think is best…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s now move on and put the same question in front of the lover boy.&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has just started his career, and with the kind of earnings he has he can’t think of marriage, may be he has got some family responsibilities as well. He has got ambitions of higher studies, or may be he is not ready to take the plunge. He has to If he is lucky he will have to choose between the girl and next two years in top MBA college, for not so luck ones he will have to choose between three, family/parents being the third one &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you call it illegitimate if the guy prefers to go for MBA, and by the time he comes out the girl is already married..!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whose loss is this..? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few days back I was reading this quote,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Love marriage: When you marry your girlfriend, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Arrange marriage: When you marry someone else’s girl friend”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking forward for your comments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;KP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-4196381234687157820?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/4196381234687157820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=4196381234687157820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/4196381234687157820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/4196381234687157820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or Wrong....'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-8123227577268780273</id><published>2008-03-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T05:39:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Am I...</title><content type='html'>When the sun sets and it's dark outside,&lt;br /&gt;the gloom swallows my heart, my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your face appears, tears fill my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I fear the night, shivers go down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, I clinch my fist,&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath, but no respite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set for you to flourish,&lt;br /&gt;the moment has come for you to cherish&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate, hug the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;I disserve the darkness, it's fine&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to bid Good bye...&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, before I cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all my wishes, my love, my life,&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone with your memories behind&lt;br /&gt;The path you have chosen is different from mine,&lt;br /&gt;your journey has begun, I am waiting for divine&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets, I won't cry,&lt;br /&gt;you are happy and so am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-8123227577268780273?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/8123227577268780273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=8123227577268780273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/8123227577268780273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/8123227577268780273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-am-i.html' title='So Am I...'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-7724494981357535751</id><published>2008-03-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:26:28.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>शिकवा</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;तुमसे ना कोई शिकवा ना कोई गिला है,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;मैं खुश हूँ उससे, जो तुमसे मिला है॥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;मेरी राह के हमसफ़र तुम, नही हो तो क्या,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;चंद क़दमों का साथ, तो मुझे मिला है॥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;तुम्हे भूल जाना मुमकिन नही,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;तुम्हे याद आऊं ये गवारा नही है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;कैसें कहें की हमें तुम्हारी जुस्तजू नही है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;मगर सच तो ये भी है, की तुम्हे हमारी जरूरत नही है..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;मैं जानता हूँ मेरी राह की मंजिल नही,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;मगर ये रास्ता भी तो हमने ख़ुद से चुना है ॥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;इन्तजार हम तुम्हारा ताउम्र करेंगे,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;तुम आओ या ना आओ, तुम्हारा फ़ैसला है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;अंधेरों में गुम होने का कोई गम नहीं मुझे,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;तुम्हें रौशनी में ना देखूं, तो उसका गिला है॥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be contd....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-7724494981357535751?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/7724494981357535751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=7724494981357535751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/7724494981357535751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/7724494981357535751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_24.html' title='शिकवा'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-8617366283450033722</id><published>2008-03-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:03:51.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>आँसू</title><content type='html'>वो आँसू जो आँख से टपके, आँसू नहीं, थे दिल के टुकड़े॥&lt;br /&gt;दर्द ने जब दिल को जकडा, टूट पड़ा दिल का टुकडा,&lt;br /&gt;आँखें रोक सकीं  ना उनको, जग कहता है आँसू जिनको॥&lt;br /&gt;पलकों की बांधों से ढलके, वो आँसू तब आँख से टपके.&lt;br /&gt;दिल पे पड़ा वो फफोला, जब अचानक फट गया,&lt;br /&gt;दिल का दर्द सारा, आँसू बन के बह गया ,&lt;br /&gt;मोती बह गए पानी बनके, वो आँसू तब आँख से टपके..&lt;br /&gt;आँखों में था जो चेहरा, धुंधला सा होने लगा,&lt;br /&gt;रौशन थी जिससे दुनिया वो अंधेरों में खोने लगा,&lt;br /&gt; वक़्त का वो लम्हा अचानक से पिघल गया&lt;br /&gt;हर जख्म हर एहसास आँसू बन के बह गया॥&lt;br /&gt;टूटे दिल की आवाज  बनके,वो आँसू तब आँख से टपके..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for you...&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-8617366283450033722?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/8617366283450033722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=8617366283450033722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/8617366283450033722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/8617366283450033722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='आँसू'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481607605678293228.post-5493244208646652888</id><published>2008-03-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:56:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Strikes..</title><content type='html'>"मनुज बलि नही होत है, समय होत बलवान,&lt;br /&gt;भीलन लुटे गोपिका, वही अर्जुन वही बाण "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father tells these lines of wisdom since my childhood. How true they are..!!&lt;br /&gt;There can be two ways of looking at it, Either you fall in the category of, "Why to waste the energy if Time is not favouring", or you keep trying because "you never know when is your time!!"&lt;br /&gt;In fact since our childhood, we have always been taught contradicting theories। Look at these " "जब दांत नही थे तो दूध दियो, जब दांत दिए तो अन्न न दियो ", or like "अजगर करे ना चाकरी, पंछी करे ना काम, दास कबीरा कह गए सबके दाता राम॥" On the other side we keep on reciting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geeta's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shloka&lt;/span&gt; where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shri&lt;/span&gt; Krishna talks about superiority of Karma.&lt;br /&gt;We Indians are master manipulators and have escape goats for every unwanted situations. We love to appreciate the Karma when someone is successful, but if something fails its because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bhagya&lt;/span&gt; was not with him.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have a consistent stand. For me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bhagya&lt;/span&gt; is not something on which you have control, Its like a roll of dice. Why to spend time and energy on which you don't have control..?&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that only having requisite skills and hard work doesn't guarantee that you will be successful, but if you are not working its guaranteed that you will fail.. Do we have control over the other variables of the equation..? You cannot be sure about what will be the outcome of the roll of dice, but why not be prepared, and make the best use when the dice rolls in your favour.&lt;br /&gt;As the say "Fortune Favours the brave." It's again an overstatement to me, your bravery has nothing to do with your fortune, its just that you are persistent in your effort, and when the tide came you were ready to sail. It's more about law of averages when we say Every Dog has his day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish It was possible to have a Rewind button in life :), Then every plan would have been a super success. Life moves in only one direction, and willingly or unwillingly, you have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;You will not have this moment in your life again so why not make the best use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fool,you already have wasted so many while reading this :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude.&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance until it rains..!! There is no shortcut to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481607605678293228-5493244208646652888?l=kumar-prashant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/feeds/5493244208646652888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6481607605678293228&amp;postID=5493244208646652888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/5493244208646652888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481607605678293228/posts/default/5493244208646652888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumar-prashant.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-time-strikes.html' title='When Time Strikes..'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00039274040618166922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
