tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176009252011-04-22T03:42:41.438+04:00~*~....Backwards understood be only can but, forward lived be to has Life...!!!~*~~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1148682272286454282006-05-27T04:10:00.000+04:002006-05-27T03:54:57.670+04:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Whenever u travel on these long journeys ..u tend to come across certain vehicles..essentially the trucks or the heavy goods vehicle that carry such messages...on their bumper...<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>I read a few ..which im gonna write in here...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>1)The most famous being " BURI NAZAR WALE TERA MU KALA.."<br /><br />2)i found this on the net .... "i hate plants , so i became a vegetarian . "<br /><br />3)impotency ...nature way of saying no hard feelings ...!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>4)Dont laugh at my ride, your daughter may be in it!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>5)Guys: just because you have one, doesn't mean you have to be one</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>6)STOP FOLLOWING ME, I don't know where I'm going </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>7)How am I driving? Call 1800-KISS-MY-ASS </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>8)I may be a cold hearted and a unloving bitch, but I'm damn good at it </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>9)I smile because I have no Idea whats going on. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>10)I'm not pshycotic, I cant read your mind. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Im sure even u must have come across loads of such slogans...so y dont u share them with me...!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114868227228645428?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1148062710945752252006-05-19T22:30:00.000+04:002006-05-19T22:37:39.753+04:00<strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Who but you</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">by William Thomas Kinsey</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could hold me</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>and keep the world at bay</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could scold me</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>In the nicest kind of way<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could take my hand</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>and step into a dream</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could bring such joy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>enough to make me scream</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could lead the way</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>through fantasies, part by part</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could make me love</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>and open up my heart</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you could bring to earth</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>each and every star</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Who but you would tell me </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>'I love you just the way you are'</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>None, not a single one</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>could do the things you do</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>I could never love another</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>The way that I love you</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>This is my 50th post ... & i would like to dedicate this post to my dearest dad..i love u !!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>***for paying up all my telephone bills...(including the internet charges)</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>***for being patient ...even though i throw a lot of tantrums...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>***for cooking such delicious chicken curry ...mmmmuuuaaaa!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>***for listening to my nonsence during the night walk in anushaktinagar</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em>***for holding my hand when i used to fall while learning to walk...<br />***for bringing all the sweet goodies n gifts ...</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">***for telling me how to beleive in 1self... &amp; leave the rest to god !!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">for just being u ...my sweetest buddy ever!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">n most important for allowing me to be myself...!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114806271094575225?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1147307913049272662006-05-19T04:30:00.000+04:002006-05-19T04:29:14.090+04:00Hi guys ...<br />Its been a very looooong time since i updated my blog ...<br /><br />Many of u have still been checking my blogs for any updates n leaving ur comments ..<br />I do apppreciate that ..n would like to thank each 1 of u for remembering me ...<br />there many of u ...i havent met ..many who i met just once or twice..many who i chat with regularly ..many who are not on talking terms any more...the list goes on ....<br /><br /><br />Last week i was reading this book called "chicken soup for the teenage souls",<br />although im not a teenager any more ..I still cherish the contents of the book & it is now more of a bible for me ...<br />The book has set of small stories n poems based on the lives of many teenagers ..the topics ranging from love ..parents ...peer pressure...u name it ..u have it there...!<br /><br />From now on ill be posting a few nice poems ...which have been sent to me by my dear freinds &amp; a few which i have searched through the net...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114730791304927266?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1141934770040409992006-03-09T23:27:00.000+04:002006-03-10T00:06:10.196+04:00<strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Today morning i was lying on bed n listening to mp3... </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Then i recieved a call from my friend uc ... </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">He said that he wanted me to come to shoppers stop -ss (ghatkopar)asap...I was wondering what could be the reason ...then i dressed up n went there...I saw a huge crowd right outside the ss...There were people of almost all age group ...n even small kids ...n every 1 had a very curious look on their face...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I was wondering what is happening there..n i could see a large truck converted into stage ..n then i saw my friend uc along with a few more friends...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">He was standing right in the middle of the stage ..n he was being cheered by the crowd... people were like yes come on .. come on ..u can do it ...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">n suddenly he fell down ... i just rushed to the spot ...only to hear him saying ...."no problem ill try the other game ...!!!"</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Game ...???... yes game... !!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Actually he wasnt standing on the stage , but near the stage there was athick pipe ..n he was trying to cross the pipe when he fell down .</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Well this was a part of the promotions of the soon to be aired tv programme "<span style="color:#ffff33;">fear factor</span>"...which is based on the concept of "<span style="color:#ffff33;">who dares wins</span>"...!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Now it was my turn ...coz my friend ha dalready signed me up for this ..n they calle dout my name ..I was damn nervous ..but i still took gods name i came up on the stage ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I later dicovered i was the only female to take part in this ...sort of made me feel damn proud about myself.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I was signed up for a simpler task ...however its was much more messier....</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">there was a tank filled with muddy water ..leaves ... fish worms ...n few other crappy stuff... inside the tank ..there were a few silver coins ..n the participant had to pull out the coin within 15seconds... at first 1 was a bit hesitant...but then i took up the chaleenge .. n dipped ,my hand inside it ....</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">YUCKS!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">was my 1st reaction after feeling those worms ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I started searching ..but unfortunately i could not find the silver coin .. however i found the bronze coin ...even my friend uc tried his luck for this particular stunt ..this time he was lucky ..n he found the <span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">silver</span> </span>coin ...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">It was fun doing this ...n im surely going to participate in such a game show again ... </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Some day i also want to try doing bungee jumping ...n few other stunts ..!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">od u have any such dreams...would u ever particpate in such a game show/or have u already been there done that types???</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114193477004040999?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1141586848507421512006-03-05T22:20:00.000+04:002006-03-05T23:27:28.540+04:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">Ill be back soon...!!!</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114158684850742151?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1140284611225768192006-02-18T21:45:00.000+04:002006-02-18T21:43:31.226+04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>I will survive...without you<br />Don't tell me that you want to leave<br /> If you want to leave, I won't beg you to stay<br />And if you gotta go, darling, maybe its better that way<br />I'm gonna be strong, I'm gonna do fine, don't worry about this heart of mine<br />Walk out that door, see if I care, go on and go, but </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Don't Turn Around, cuz you're gonna see my heart breaking<br />Don' t turn around, I don't want you seeing me cry - just walk away,<br /> its tearing me apart that you're leaving,<br />I'm letting you go, but I won't let you know.<br />I won't miss your arms around me,<br />holding me tight... holding me tight.<br />And if you ever think about me,<br />just know that I'll be alright...I'll be all right.<br />I'm gonna be strong, I'm gonna do fine,<br />don't worry about this heart of mine,<br />I will survive I'll make it through,<br />I'll even learn to live without you. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>I wish I could scream out loud that I love you,<br />I wish I could say to you don't go –<br />As he walks away he feels the pain getting strong,<br />people in your life, they don't know what's going on<br />Too proud to turn around, he's gone...<br /> </em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114028461122576819?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1140207137202729612006-02-18T00:00:00.000+04:002006-02-18T00:12:17.313+04:00<div align="center">oh ..... kehte ho ki jaao ...</div><div align="center">lekin batlao ....???</div><div align="center">ooo...jaaye bhi to jaye hum kahan ...???</div><div align="center">aisa dil ka maara kaun ...!!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-114020713720272961?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139939376194876642006-02-14T22:00:00.000+04:002006-02-14T22:07:19.916+04:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/angel%20babe.gif"></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/angel%20babe.gif"></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/angel%20babe.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="71" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/400/angel%20babe.gif" width="130" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;">Tell me ...<br />1 thing u like about me ...<br />1 thing u hate about me ...<br />1 thing u love about me ... </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;">1 thing u learnt from me...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;">1 thing u dont believe about me ...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;">1 thing u could give to me (from ur personal treasure)...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;">1 thing u wanna take from me...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tagging 1 n all...!!!</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113993937619487664?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139766580606372162006-02-12T22:20:00.000+04:002006-02-12T23:33:09.190+04:00<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>This guy, a Shanghai university student, wanted to express his unfathomable love to his sweetheart. So,what did he do........? He gave chocolates to all the girls living in the University student apartments and asked them to turn their lights on or off at 8pm that night. See the pic for the rest.....</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span 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style="color:#33ccff;">TrulyBreathtaking ! You don't need to guess his sweetheart's reaction. Hundreds of students came over later to witness this great piece of Art driven by the Greatest Emotion known to Man - 'Love'.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/rdb9.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/rdb9.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">How would u propose / like to be proposed ..by ur valentine...???</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113976658060637216?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139558216788622592006-02-11T01:30:00.000+04:002006-02-10T12:35:17.396+04:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">"Love is all around me ... & so the feeling goes..."<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/changer7.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/changer7.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I guess im the first one to write about the very<br />special ...valentines day ...!!!<br />oohh la la la...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>I was in 6th std when i added this word/phrase/(whateva)-valentines day to my dictionary ...my friends (2-3 yrs elder to me )used to keep giggling n laughing about this day ...<br />i used to keep wondering ...(wtf ...)what's so special about the (damn )valentines day .. and i never understood the actual significance/meaning of it ...or rather why do people celebrate it ..!!!<br />Then they made me to understand that if u really like some one ...ie ..like ...reeallllly realllyy like some one... then.you must go ahead n give a rose n a greeting card to that person ...and then that person becomes ur valentine ...!!! (duh) what a imagination !!!<br />????<br />so ???<br />what next...????<br />what happens after that ..??<br /><br />Is it supposed to be just for a day or sumthin ..i was still confused ..it took some years when i reached 9th std ...that i reaslised the meaning of FIRST CRUSH...<br />I was bold enough to talk to my friend n tell him, that i really liked him ..but tht "dumbo" couldnt understand the true meaning ...and as we all know that boys mature very late than girls(emotionally)...so it took him several years to understand ..n when he did ..he did propose to me ...in a very romantic style, by writing a letter to me ...**sigh**... but unfortunately ..by then it was too late ...coz i was going around with another guy(my ex) at that point of time ... so there was no way tht i would leave my bf whom i really loved like mad ....2 go back to my 1st crush ....<br />So that's the story of my first crush ...My first valentine...<br />(n then there was no looking back...!!!)<br />lolzzzz...<br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends10.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is for my aish group friends...love u all...!!!<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is for my anushaktinagar friends ... specially puneet & his gf !!!<br /><br /></span></strong></em><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends7.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends7.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is for my bhayu AJOY ...ur the best !!!<br /></span></strong><br /></em><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends8.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is for my girl friends(!!!)... aisha , bindiya , rakhi, pranee, archu , n deepa ...love u all...!!!<br /><br /></span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends13.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">uc u'll always be special 2 me!!!</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">id like to keep u guessing who this is for ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">(hint: he belongs to the blog world...!!!)</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I want to thank all the lovely people who have always loved n cared for me ... n who have been there for me ...no matter how many tantrums i threw at them ..hey have had all the patience to tolerate my nonsense...my stupid n sad jokes....my anger ..they have supported me to take the right steps,when i wanted to be shown the right direction.. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">So now here ...i bow down to them ...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">&amp; i wish them all the success...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">n hey people .. u all are my valentine...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">I LOVE U ALL...!!!</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong><em>Trivia Time :</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em>Have you ever really ..really really ever loved someone ...??? Please tell me ...how you met ...n who proposed first n what happend ...??? </em></strong></span><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113955821678862259?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139464547346027222006-02-09T23:30:00.000+04:002006-02-09T09:55:48.273+04:00<div align="left"><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Last nite ..i was not able to sleep ...n was in a really bad mood...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">so i decided to watch it yet again(watched it sooo many times..have lost the count )<br /></span></em></div><em><p align="center"><br /></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">On March 3, 1969 the United States Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to insure that the handful of men who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"> </p><p align="center"><br />They succeeded. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br />Today the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"> </p><p align="center"><br />The flyers call it:</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/topguntitlepic.0.gif"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/400/topguntitlepic.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.TOPGUNMOVIE.COM">WWW.TOPGUNMOVIE.COM</a> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">For those who havent wathed it yet (???WTH???u mean u really havent watched it yet ???)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">please go watch it ...!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">u still here???</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>hey before that leave a comment about your all time fav movie...!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113946454734602722?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139203703236297292006-02-07T00:30:00.000+04:002006-02-28T22:47:51.026+04:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">D-Day :- <em>feb 2nd , 06</em><br />Place :- <em>Mumbai </em><br /><br /><em>AISH Group</em> ... yes ! strange as it may sound , but that's the official (???) name that we had given to our group .<br />Member's :- KC(that's me), UC (in Kuwait), MB (in Dubai), SONU(Devendra...the guy who got married), KH(in Kuwait), KRISH (in Kuwait), MURLI, VJ, SANDY(in US), DEEPA,DOLLY ,WASIMA.<br /><br />On 1st feb , the sangeet function was held at sonu's house .me , vj , kh, murli were the only 1s who could attend the function .well we did miss the other 's , but we rocke d the party in true mumbaiya ishhtyle...!!!there were eunuchs who had come to dance (hehehehe....it was fun to watch them dancing ....majaa agaya!!!<br />fultu dhamal ...!!!the party continued till about 1am...n obviously we had to save our energy for the next day as well..(to dance in the baraat!!!)<br /><br />2nd feb :<br />The baaraat ... was supposed to start at 9am sharp...but,( as usual ) it began at 9am ist (10am)...<br />the groom went to the nearby siddhivinayak temple n tooks god's blessings for a "shubh aarambh "of his new life!!!<br />We danced all the way upto the marriage hall...on the tunes of the popular hindi film songs ...with lot of flirting happening between the boys n girls gang ...;-)<br />even the aunties couldnt stop themselves ...they also danced (not necessarily with their hubbys);-))<br />After reaching the "mandap"(the marriage hall)...the baaraatis were given a warm welcome , there was fresh watermelon juice (yummy!!!....i had 3 glasses n still thirsty for more... :-) )<br />The puja started finally ...n we got busy with all the timepass stuff that happens in a typical indian shaadi...<br />the boys oggling at girls...n hey !!!y shud girls leave behind???<br />the girls oggling back at boys!!!<br />hehehe<br />most of the cousins were in saree...except a few spoil sports ..who chose to wear salwar kameez...!<br />hmm...i did see a guy ... who was staring at me since a very long time ...he followed me to a lot of places... with some excuse or the other...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">1st he asked me to get some water for himself...<br />well , i did oblige ... </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">he did it again...(i was talking on my cell that time)<br />now i got annoyed...<br />but ..still i got it for him(had to put my friend on hold)<br /><br />uff....<br /><br />at 1occassion he even pulled my sharara...<br />u wont believe..what happend next ...<br /><br />he said , he asked me the way to the loo...<br /><br />this time i had to call his mother...<br /><br />becoz ...he peeed in his 'NAPPY"...<br /><br />lollzzzzzz<br />;-))<br /><br />YES !!! NAPPY...!!!...coz the boy is just a 2year old son of my friend's sister...!!!<br />(what were u guys thinking ...huh??)<br /><br />the ferras happend.... n we threw the flowers & "akshitha "(holy rice meant for blessings...or something...i dont know the exact meaning)<br />the magalsutra was tied ..n now they were "Man &amp; Woman"...to live happily thereafter...always!!!<br />god bless them both !!!<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_1041.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_1012.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p>>>>>>>>>>will post the other half of this later...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113920370323629729?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1139121211123931362006-02-05T10:29:00.000+04:002006-02-05T10:33:31.153+04:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/god.jpg"></a> </p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/god.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/god.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">The desire to be part of, to be one with someone is overwhelming, overpowering, causing occasional loss of heart and the soul. Let me stand alone, on my feet, to be who I am. Give me strength, let me be, that, which I am. </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113912121112393136?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1138897268635036862006-02-03T09:50:00.000+04:002006-02-02T20:21:08.716+04:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">please check puneet's blog for the details of my shirdi trip ..n also a few snaps !!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">wont be blogging for a few more days...!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">take care n have fun ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113889726863503686?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1137956027585486222006-01-26T02:30:00.000+04:002006-01-25T13:05:28.360+04:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em>Yipppeeeee....<br />I have been tagged by cheesy ...puneet...n amutha ...<br />thanks a lot darlings for the tag ...!!!<br /></em><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Rules of the tag:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5705/1003/1600/love-st.-girl-on-guy-S.0.jpg"></a><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br />The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.<br />Need to mention the sex of the target.<br />Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.<br />If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">sex of target:<br /></span>male<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Perfect lover of mine should:</strong><br /><br /></span><ol><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Have a great sense of humor ...</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Should be able to cook edible food at times...(how about a sunday cook ???)</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Like cheesy ... even im 5'71/2"...so the Mr.Right has to be quite tall...not necessarily dark...but has to be handsome (in his thoughts as well)</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Caring n courteous (goes w/o saying or else he'll be crusified ....lolzzzzz)</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Should take me out for dinner/movie/outings...(smtimes all together in 1 day itself ....lolzzzz...)</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Has to be a music lover ...music of all kinds ... n shud not nag me with loud heavy metal songs ...</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Should not make the house like a boy's hostel !</span></li><li><span style="color:#33ccff;">Should adore kids ...</span></li></ol><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em>wow ........</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em>am i dreaming ...???</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em>i wish if even if 1 out of the above list comes true ill be very happy ...!!!</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>ok n im tagging ...</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">unaiza...(hope she 'll not complain this time )</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">southpaw</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">uttara</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">ash</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">keshi </span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">rohit</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">gangadhar</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">invincible </span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113795602758548622?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1137587235101798742006-01-19T06:00:00.000+04:002006-01-18T16:27:15.130+04:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Shooting From The Lip</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">First crush/gf/bf:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">oh! how i miss my school days...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">library ...et all....</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">First Kiss:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">omg!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">reminds me of bryan adams song "please forgive me ..."</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">it starts this way ..."still feels like the 1st time 2gether...feels like the 1st kiss..."</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Naughty is:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">chhiii....chiii...gandi baatein ..main nahi karungi ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Most mischievous thing you have ever done:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(i was not alone in this)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">it was the dress ur tl day...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">we dressed him like a baby ... he wore a diaper etc ...so it was quite funny ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Would love to go on a date with :</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">TOM CRUISE...!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">***SIGH***</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Deep dark fantasy:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">will tell my hubby....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">lolzzz...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Nightmare:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">my dear friend "uttara" going on a date with tom cruise...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">lolzzzzz...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ill kill both of them ...hahahahaha.....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Ideal man(or woman):</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ideal man is like milind soman...very hot n sexy ...a thorough gentleman...classy...sporty...intelligent..with a great sense of humor...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Would you ever indulge in a one-stand?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">NO... highly disgracefull...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Pre-marital sex:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It exists... its happening ...welcome to the 21st century ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Love v/s lust :</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Love is blind...lust is cheating ...!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">If you could , you would :</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">1.learn swimmming</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">2.run the marathon</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">3.go globe trotting</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">4.kick my boss's butt(real hard)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">5.marry prince williams...(high expectations..huh?)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">6.all of the above...lolzzzz</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">What attracts you the most in a man(or woman):</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">sense of humor...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">intelligence...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but its the smell that attracts me the most...!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">What turns you off:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">bad breath & body odour...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">eeks...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Your motto:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Live life queen size...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">IM TAGGING ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">PUNEET </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ARZOOON</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">KESHI </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">UTTARA</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">SOUTHPAW</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">DIVYA</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">STRAWY</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">IV</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">REBEL_ON_LOOSE</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ROHIT</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ASH</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">GANGADHAR</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">CHEESEEEEEEEY</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113758723510179874?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1137409891786598092006-01-16T14:32:00.000+04:002006-01-16T15:11:32.893+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/dont%20wait.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/dont%20wait.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Sometimes we say some words that we dont really mean or wanna say ..but it just comes out of your mouth at the spur of the moment ...<br />it may take more than a just words to undo the pain or hurt caused by those unintentional words which hurts the person ...but have u ever wondered that it can sometimes spoil ur friendship with that person forever... on the other hand there are a lot of people with lion hearts... that even though u really have meant those words and later u regret doing it , they do accept ur apology ...<br />well that' s the secret ...of being happy... i guess...!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>FORGIVE &amp; FORGET ...!<br /></strong></span><br /><br />Would you like to share your experiences ...? </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">did u ever hurt ur friend ...or did u feel hurt by some 1 close ?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">what did u do get the things back on track ...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">share ur thoughts ...if they arent too personal ...!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113740989178659809?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1137212495223164492006-01-14T22:00:00.000+04:002006-01-14T08:28:53.173+04:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Baby i guess i've only known you<br />Two days or so now<br />But i sure know that </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">I want to hold you<br />For the rest of all time<br />Because i realised<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Just sitting here with you<br />Holding your hand i'm in paradise<br />Lost in your wonderland<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">On a moonlit summers night<br />We watch the ocean rolling in<br />I guess the time is right<br />To let this love begin you showed me<br />What i should've seen i heard the words<br />I'd only dreamed i guess the time is right<br />To let this love begin<br />Baby we'll take a walk alone<br />And try to imagine we're here forever<br />Coz lady the thoughts of leaving<br />Haunt the back of my mind<br />But i won't leave you behind<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Let this love begin<br />It's holding us near<br />We're feeling no fear<br />The whole world<br />Is ours to share<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113721249522316449?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1136788681600109472006-01-10T00:01:00.000+04:002006-01-09T10:40:33.370+04:00<span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>lafzon mein keh na sakun bin keh bhi reh na sakun(2)<br />nasha hi nasha raat din hai na pucho yeh kaisa pyar hai<br /><br />lafzon mein...<br /><br />halki si barsaat mein, pehli mulakat mein,<br />pehli hi baar mein dil ko mere le gayi,<br />chahat ke ikrar mein anjaana gham de gayi.<br />aayi jab saamne jaane kyun woh darr gayi paagal mujhko kar gayi janeman<br />janeja<br />na jaane kya baat hai lage ki din mein raat hai(2)<br />nayi hai subah to nayio shaam ajab haal mera yaar hai<br /><br />lafzon mein<br /><br />mera dil meri jaan mein yahan tu hai kahan<br />mein dekhun mudke jidhar,aaye mujhe tu nazar<br />kehti hai chahate deewana mein ho gaya<br />teri chahat mein sanam najaane kab kho gaya<br />yeh kaisa hai asar mujhko na itni khabar kab jaaga kab so gaya jane man<br />janeja<br /><br />lafzon mein....... </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113678868160010947?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1136162350046477112006-01-02T04:32:00.000+04:002006-01-02T04:39:10.066+04:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006 !!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/monkey%20on%20boat.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/monkey%20on%20boat.gif" width="285" border="0" /></a></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/monkey%20on%20boat.gif"></a></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>HOPE IT BRINGS MORE SMILES TO U AND TO YOUR NEAR N DEAR 1S AS WELL!!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113616235004647711?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1135259959112235702005-12-23T08:00:00.000+04:002005-12-22T18:31:18.340+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/speg2931.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/speg2931.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">yes ...<br /><br />n 2day is a very special day ...<br /><br />coz its 1 of the sweetest friend's birthday ... a very dhinchak birthday indeed...!!!<br /><br />so lets wish her a great birthday ...<br /><br /><strong>Divyu</strong> my sweet baby ...this is for u ... !!!<br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></p></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Todays trivia ...</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>What would you gift ur best friend /gf /bf ...on the new year's eve / new year's day ???</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113525995911223570?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1135179825273066172005-12-22T09:30:00.000+04:002005-12-21T19:48:18.790+04:00<span style="color:#ffff66;">10 days for the new year to arrive ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">yes...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">people its that time of the year again ..when u start counting backwards ...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">New Year Resolutions...!</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">oh tell me about it !!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">as a kid i was always making n breaking new year resolutuions ....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">(life was so naive then...!!!)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">my top 10 resolutions for 2006 ....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">(even if i achieve 1 ..it wud be awesome...)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">lolzzzzzz</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">lets start...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">1) Will go to the gym regularly .</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">2) will eat ghar ka khana(home made food) ..as much as i can .</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">3) will listen to music on lower decibles...(for my dad's sake)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">lolzzzz</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">4) will stop bitting my nails .</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">5) will buy only 1 pair of new sandal evry mth ..(current avg ..atleast 2 /mth)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">6) will not spend a bomb on cosmetics...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">(will spend only a lavangiiii on cosmetics...sad joke !!!...only a few wud understand)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">7) will try to reduce my mobile bill below 2k ..atleast !!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">(phew!!!)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">8) will try to reduce my typo errors while chatting ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">9) will eat less chocolates !!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">(omg !!!)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">10) will stop flirting ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">lolzzzz</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">>>>>>>>>>>>></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">now its ur turn ... u tell me what are ur top 10 resolutions for the new year ....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">im waiting ... but make sure u do it before the 31st dec 2005...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">n yes ull see 1 post evry day till the 31st ...!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113517982527306617?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1134872582881669352005-12-18T20:00:00.000+04:002005-12-18T06:28:52.506+04:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/longbeach.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/longbeach.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Mornings Alone<br />When you come home<br />I breath a little faster<br />Every time we're together<br />It'd never be the same<br />If you're not here<br />How can you stay away, away so long<br /><br />Why can't we stay together<br />Give me a reason<br />Give me a reason<br /><br /><br />I, I don't wanna say it<br />I don't wanna find another way<br />Make it through the day without you<br />I, I can't resist<br />Trying to find exactly what I miss<br />It's just another day without you<br />It's just another day<br /><br />Making the time<br />Find the right lines<br />To make you stay forever<br />What do I have to tell you<br />I'm just trying to hold on to something<br />(Trying to hold on to something good)<br />Give us a chance to make it<br /><br />Don't wanna hold on forever<br />I'm not that strong<br />I'm not that strong<br /><br />I, I don't want to say it<br />I don't wanna find another way<br />Make it through the day without you<br />I, I can't resist<br />Trying to find exactly what I miss<br />It's just another day without you<br /><br />Why can't you stay forever<br />Just give me a reason<br />Give me a reason</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113487258288166935?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1134829641799396542005-12-18T08:00:00.000+04:002005-12-17T18:31:47.466+04:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/beach.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/beach.jpg" width="690" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">WISHING U A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113482964179939654?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1134274131928012992005-12-11T21:30:00.000+04:002005-12-11T08:11:11.553+04:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pheli mulakaat!!!<br /><br /><br />Let’s see how it all started…!<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Ym is the best thing to happen...after the landlines… nothing can beat the mobile of course!!!<br /><br /><br />Since last past (reminds me of my voice n accent class…laaast paaast faaast… lolzzzz)<br />Few days I have had the privilege of speaking or rather yming with some of the most beautiful strangers – turned – bloggers – tunred – blogpals - turned - real friends…!<br />Almost every evening after getting up n doing the normal chores I used to wait patiently to talk (read chat) to these 000nies as they call themselves … ( uttara babtized me with the new 000nie name …kir000nie). The basanti n gabbar story … (n how can we forget sambha’s wild card entry) etc etc etc<br /><br /><br /><br />Ironically it’s so strange that many of us stay pretty close to each other’s house…!!!<br />Some of then stay in the same locality (me n uttara …@10mins distance) … (divvy n invincible) n a few even the same colony (puneet n arz000n…even I used to stay there until a few years ago)…some same college (arz000n n invincible)...Some same school… (Me n puneet n arz000n)...<br /><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Happy realization!!!<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">When I came 2 know about the fact that there are quite a lot of people actually living in the same locality I was felt so happy n I was like “...thank god!!!” These people really exist n im talking(read chatting) with ne weirdo who fakes the name as a girl or vice versa for the sarcastic pleasures of the world..(damm them)<br /><br /><br /><br />Iv n arzoon work in the same city … so they come home (Mumbai rocks yaar!!!) during the weekends…n rest are like busy thru the week in their work …so the only suitable day we could think of meeting as of now was sat or sun…<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>D day !!!</strong><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Saturday 10th dec 2005<br /></span><br /></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">After leaving from work(sat morning) I had called up utu (of basanti fame..lolzzzzz)n we decided to meet in the eveng in the most happening place of our locality for the moment …ccd nr gc @630 pm<br /><br /><br />I came from work … n as ususal logged in2 c whose online ?n I found mr gizm000 king himself chatting away to glory …(kwa kwa)lolzzz<br />He told me not to mention his name in the post so ill respect his emotions ?????????????for whoever …!!!<br /><br />Lolzzzz<br /><br />Rotfl<br /><br />So he also agreed to join me n utu in the eng @ccd…I spoke with iv but he said he was busy with something more imp so he wudnt be able 2 make it , said wud try .<br />At that time even bhayu (puneet) was online so I spoke with him , whthr he wud be able to leave his movie programmes (if any??? which he is most likely to do on a weekend)<br />But he was acting 2 lazy n said wants to be at home (lazzy bums!!! )lolzzzz<br /><br /><br />So finally after my chatting sessions at 1:30 I decided to take a short nap till about 5pm .<br />Punneet buzzed me @around 2or smthg that we all are meeting in sion ru coming along ?<br />For a moment I was dazed that helloo????? We were supposed to meet in the eveng ?so y the sudden change in plan …n who did that ???<br />So he said we will talk about it on the way , get ready fast n come !<br />My bhayu bullies me , right from the school days ..im not complaining ???i kindaa like the fact that he cares for his lil sis so much , n I feel very intimidated by him … but he is such a sweet person that I can forgive him even if he makes me cry ...but he is still a lazzzy bums…lolzzzz…<br /><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">CCD @SION</span><br /><br /></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Now where the hell was this place yaar …<br />I n bhayu were searching for this place… I mean hw wud we knw abt its location … y wud ne bdy even go there when we have a ccd in our very own chembur …<br />So guess what we had 2 ask the way 2 a foreigner ( who spke with a accent like me )<br />(“take the 2nd right turn..n its over there!!!)<br /><br /><br /><br />Finally we found the place!<br /><br /><br /><br />Uttara , mr gizm000 n divya were already there…<br />I met them all n was like … wow!!!<br />Basanti looks so much like basanti (ahem ahem) with the kaajal n eye liner et all<br />Divya .. shy baby … I still remember what she said ..coz I think she spoke only 5 sentences lolzzzz. She is a real darling ..cutie bacha of the 000nie family !!!<br />Mr gizm000… what do I say about u ??? kwa kwa … lolzzzzz<br /><br /><br /><br />All the while I used to think when I meet this x person ill say this … when I meet this y girl ill say that ….but it turned to be something even more special … well u can say that my preparation didn’t go for a toss…(toss ka boss)lolzzz<br /><br /><br /><br />Well for starters…no 1 really was speaking much…<br />Saving the best for the last I guess???<br />Utu n I started our basanti n gabbar thing …read the blogs carefully to know what the story is all about ...(ahem ahem )<br />N poo n mr gizm000 started talking about god knows what ???<br />It cud only be 1 of this …<br /><br />1.girls or else<br /><br />2.girls!!!<br /><br />Lolzzzz<br /><br /><br /><br />Divya is soooo quite she never spoke on her own … we had to drag her every time into the conversation ..hehehehe..<br />But she did the best gesture which was chhooooo chhhweeeet like her …<br />She got chocolates for every1 …<br />Awww …dhinchak baby ..huggzzzz 2 u …mmmuuuaaaa!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Iv was late it seems…<br /><br />???<br /><br />late ???he said he wont be comin na ???<br /><br />he came after 1 hr …n just then guess who called ???<br /><br /><br />our very own strawy baby …st000nie !!!<br />she called on divya’s mobile …but all of us spoke with her …<br />awww… strawy baby …we missed u ….!!!<br /><br /><br />We spoke about so many things … but last nite I had a memory loss n I forgot all about it<br />I was supposed 2 write some exam …<br />These guys were talking about “neha”<br /><br />Who is neha ???i asked<br /><br />Neha is m000nie …<br /><br />Oh ok … !!! I didn’t knw that yaar ..sorry !<br /><br /><br />Raga diing dinng doong doong …dingy dingy ding dong song !!!<br />It goes smthg like this na???<br /><br />That song was blaring from the speaker right next 2 where we were sitting !<br /><br /><br />By the end of this rendezvous .. mr gizm000 suggested that we shud go for a pizza as well …Utu asked how will we go ..???<br /><br />N gizm000 boy sd we will go on poo’s bike . “me n iv wil sit behind n keep juggling u ..”<br />Omg!!!<br />We started bursting into laughter after that…<br />Lolzzzz<br /><br />But then we dropped the idea of going to pizza hut coz we wud have to travel to some other part of the city to search for it …which no1 seemed interested in …that’s becoz ccd has a very cmpy ambience ..n I guess every1 loved their hot seats …lolzzzz<br />On the other hand it cud ‘ve been 2 much 2 happen 2 soon !!!lolzzz<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;">At the end of the meeting gizm000boy was almost gearing up 2 write about the meeting n guess what …poo was like “me first..yipeee”!!!<br />Lolzzzz<br />Then utu asked divya to sum up the meeting with her views …coz she had 2 complete her 5sentences atleast .. I remember clearly that she spoke 3 n ½ sentences bfr that…lolzzzz<br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"></p></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">So I’d like to take this opportunity to say <strong>THANK YOU</strong> !!! dear bloggy pals for becoming my real life friends as well….<br />I hope we remain very good friends for as long as we can !!!<br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Amen!!!</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113427413192801299?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1133448929462864962005-12-01T18:20:00.000+04:002005-12-01T18:56:17.683+04:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">A - Age you got your first kiss:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Right after my birth</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">:-x</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">B - Band listening to right now: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wet wet wet - love is all around me !</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">C - Crush: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">omg!!!... "life"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">D- Drink of Choice: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">H2O</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">E - Easiest person [people]: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">daddy...i love u !!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">F - Favorite band at the moment: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">aathma...even bfr their thoya thoya song(right from mood-i days)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">G - Gummy worms or gummy bears? </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">none... garfield..zzzzzzzzzz........</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">H – Holiday: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">has to be goa</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">I - Instruments: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">nasik dhol!!!..which they play during ganesh chathurti...!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">J - Juice: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">watermelon...or mango juice</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">K - Kids: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">same as zooonie boy ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love the baby talks ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">awwww.....chhhoooo chhhwweeeetttt...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">L - Longest car ride ever:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">from belgaum(karnataka) to goa...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">i was travelling from tirupathi to goa ..but our train was till belgaum..n there was no proper volvo bus to go to goa ..only state transport buses ..which really suck..!!!..so me n my friends hired a car to go all the way to goa ..</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">we reached pretty soon ..in about 4 hours straight!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">but otherwise ..i travel evryday to office n back which takes about 1&amp; 1/2 hrs (1side)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">thats abt 3 hrs daily ..</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">phew ... thanx 2 mumbai roads... </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">paapi pet ka sawal hai ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">M - Major: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">major fan of srk!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">N - Nicknames: </span><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">sonu... kc... karen...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">O - One wish: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">shhhh...its a small secret...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">P - Phobia[s]: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">im scared of water...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">getting drowned in the creek while crossing the vashi bridge!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Q - Quote:<br /></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">smile in pleasure...smile in pain..</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">smile when trouble pours like rain...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">smile when some1 hurts ur feelings... </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">coz smile u know is very healing...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">smiling comes so easily...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">so dont wear a frown...if u feel 1 rising...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">always smile it down...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">R - Reason to smile: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">laughter challenge</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">S - Song you sang last: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">no matter what i do ... u 've got me crazy over u ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">dillema ..nelly </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">T - Time you woke up [today]: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">18:15hrs...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">U - Unknown fact about me: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">cry very loudly when some 1 hurts me ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">:-((</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">V - Vegetable you hate: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">peas n potatoes!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">yucks...</span><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">W - Worst habit(s): </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">im very blunt .. n speak my mind!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">not many people can understand the true meaning behind those words...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">X-rays you've had: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Chest Routine Medical Checkup</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Y - Yummy food:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">chilly cheese toast ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">i love cheeeeeeeessseeee!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Z - Zodiac sign:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">TAURUS </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">sweet n sensitive!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>im tagging</strong> ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">puneet</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">uttara</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">keshi</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">strawy</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">southpaw</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">invincible</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">dreamgirl</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113344892946286496?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1133275483374010872005-11-30T08:20:00.000+04:002005-11-29T18:44:43.396+04:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">A Special World</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A special world for you and me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A special bond one cannot see </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">It wraps us up in its cocoon </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And holds us fiercely in its womb. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Its fingers spread like fine spun gold </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Gently nestling us to the fold </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Like silken thread it holds us fast </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Bonds like this are meant to last. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And though at times a thread may break </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A new one forms in its wake</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">To bind us closer and keep us strong</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">In a special world, where we belong. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">- Sheelagh Lennon</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>IF i didnt write this on my blog now ...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>it wud have never come ...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>so i took the courage to open up my feelings inside...!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">To my blogger pals...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">I am confused right now ... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">so i need ur advice... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">there's this person... "Life" ...whom i like a lot ...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">even that person knows abt it ... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">we talk almost everyday... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">share our thoughts ... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">argue a lot... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">but "Life".. seems to be rather preoccupied within own world.. </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">so my feelings are probably not being reciprocated the way i want them to... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">when is the right time to convey the feelings ??? </span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">shud a girl go ahead n take the 1st plunge???</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">or wait till eternity...???</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">or shud i keep my trap shut ...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">n let things happen on its own pace..???</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">what do i do ??? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113327548337401087?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1133094136753691762005-11-28T06:00:00.001+04:002005-11-27T16:27:04.673+04:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">I read the news paper after soooo many days ....<br />n so id like to share a few stories that caught my attention ...<br />wud like to share them with you people...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">MI 70 FT.....</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">I SALUTE YOU MR SINGHANIA ...!!!<br /><br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/intro.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/intro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Mr Vijaypat Singhania</span></strong><br /><br /><br />A few days ago, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Vijaypat Singhania</span></strong> had expressed a wish to set a world record before “I go into oblivion because of age.” On Saturday, the 67-year-old magnate and adventurer did just that, by setting the world record for the highest altitude achieved in a hot-air balloon. Singhania ascended to a claimed 69, 852 feet, beating the previous record of Swede Per Lindstrand by 4855 feet.<br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">WOW!!!</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">going ...going ...gone ...!!!<br /><br /></span><br /><br />With this achievement, which awaits confirmation by the International Aeronautical Federation, Singhania has become the first Indian to hold a ballooning world record.<br /><br /><br /><br />Singhania lifted off on a cold Saturday morning at 6.39 am in his 164-foot-tall balloon from the Mahalaxmi Racecourse, facing strong winds which slowed his ascent. But his balloon punched through them, rising to 5,000 feet by 7.12 am.<br /><br /><br /><br />He reached his record altitude at 8.55 am floating above Ulhasnagar, hours before estimated. While he had targeted an altitude of 70,000 feet, swift winds and a few extinguished burners forced him to descend while 148 feet short of his target. He touched down at Sinnar between Shirdi and Nashik at 11:30 am after warm currents prevented a swift landing.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/10.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Been there...done that !!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Before lifting off, Singhania had told the press that he wanted to “do something different” in aviation after his <strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">50 years of flying</span></em></strong>. Addressing the media after his flight, he said, “It is a proud moment for me, a proud moment for my country, a proud moment for sportsmen and sportswomen around the world,” he told the media.<br /><br /><br /><br />He was helped by cutting-edge capsule technology systems developed by British experts Andy Elson and Colin Prescot, an advantage not available to the previous record-holder Lindstrand, who set his record in 1988. Singhania’s aluminium capsule had to be capable of withstanding the extremely low temperatures and pressures at high altitudes.<br />At the record altitude, temperatures dropped to <em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">57 degrees below zero Celsius</span></strong></em>, and atmospheric pressures are low enough to explode an exposed human body. Besides, the kerosene or propane burners usually get extinguished in the thin air.<br />Andy Prescot, the leader of Singhania’s technical team, said that the new altitude record could stand for a long time, because of such technical difficulties involved in ascending to such rarefied atmospheres. However, previous record-holder Per Lindstrand had told BBC this week that he would attempt to reach 75,000 feet high in a hot-air balloon if Singhania’s attempt succeeded. Singhania said he would welcome Lindstrand’s success, and was sure Lindstrand would welcome his.<br />“I am sure he would feel good (about my success), just as I would feel good if someone broke my record.”<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">competetion ..most welcome !!!</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/12.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Layers of the Atmosphere</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br />The atmosphere of the Earth may be divided into several distinct layers, as the following figure indicates.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">The Troposphere</span></strong>: The troposphere is where all weather takes place; it is the region of rising and falling packets of air. It extends till 45,933.88 ft above the surface of the earth.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">The Stratosphere and Ozone Layer</span>: Above the troposphere is the stratosphere, where air flow is mostly horizontal. The thin ozone layer in the upper stratosphere has a high concentration of ozone, a layer responsible for absorbing the sun’s ultraviolet radiation. It extends till 1,64,049.60 ft above the surface of the earth.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">The Mesosphere and Ionosphere</span>: Above the stratosphere is the mesosphere and above that is the ionosphere (or thermosphere), where many atoms are ionised (have gained or lost electrons so they have a net electrical charge). Mesosphere and Ionosphere extend till 2,95,289.28 ft and 1181157.12 ft respectively above the surface of the earth.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Expert view</strong></span>: Professor R K Pant, from the Aerospace Department, Indian Institute of Technology, Powai, said that as we go up to 36,000 ft(approximately 11 km) above sea level, the <span style="color:#ff6666;">temperature goes on falling at the rate of 6.5 degrees Celsius per kilometre</span>. It then becomes constant at around 25 km above sea level.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">so much for making the dream come true...!!!<br />n until a few days back ..i was scared of sitting in a plane ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">;-P<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">ok now drifting away from this ...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">i read another article about the heights of outsourcing a job ...!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">i didnt know people wud outsource this ...plzzzz .. gimme a break !!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">DNA<br /></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Your dinner is just a call centre away</span></strong><br />Prasun SonwalkarIANSSaturday, November 26, 2005 21:07 IST<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">LONDON</span>:</strong> This one is a first for call centres — residents of London are placing orders for Indian food with local Indian restaurants via call centres in India. Major British businesses outsourcing to India is no longer news, but now even small companies have sought the help of India’s large call centre industry to conduct their business.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you are working late in London, chances are that when you call up the Indian takeaway down the road to place your order, the call will go to a call centre in India.<br />Cyrus Todiwala, who owns Cafe Spice Namaste in Soho, is bemused to find that orders being routed to his business through Lastminute.com are in fact being physically taken in New Delhi. “The crazy part is that we’re literally round the corner from our takeaway customers,” he says.<br />“Our fax machine can go non-stop with orders from India requesting London lunches, yet we’re so close we can drop most orders off by foot.”<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Londoners are yet to decide whether placing orders for Indian food via India adds more spice and flavour to the food, but they all agree that the transcontinental route works.<br />Cafe Spice Namaste is currently celebrating its 10th birthday with offerings of special hot dishes to coincide with the National Chilli Week.<br /><br /><br /><br />What are the other things that u think should be outsourced ....???<br /><br />tell me about it !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113309413675369176?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1132925969432304162005-11-26T07:05:00.001+04:002005-11-25T18:39:42.316+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/changer13.gif"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/changer13.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Paint Brush</span> </span></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><div align="left"><br /></span></strong><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I keep my paint brush with me<br />Wherever I may go,<br />In case I need to cover up<br />So the real me doesn’t show.<br />I’m so afraid to show you me,<br />Afraid of what you’ll do – that<br />You might laugh or say mean things.<br />Im afraid I might lose you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I’d like to remove all my paint coats<br />To show you the real, true me,<br />But I want you to try and understand,<br />I need you to accept what you see.<br />So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,<br />I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.<br />Please understand how much it hurts<br />To let the real me show.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now my coats are all stripped off.<br />I feel naked, bare and cold,<br />And if you still love me with all that you see,<br />You are my friend, pure as gold.<br /><br /></div></span><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></p><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><p><br /><br />I need to save my paint brush, though,<br />And hold it in my hand,<br />I want to keep it handy<br />In case somebody doesn’t understand.<br />So please protect me, my dear friend<br />And thanks for loving me true,<br />But please le me keep my paint brush with me<br />Until I love me, too.<br /></span></p><p></p><p><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Bettie B. Youngs</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></p><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;">>>>>>>>>>>>>></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;">This is 1 of my fav poems... from the book chicken soup for the teenage soul ..!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>I am dedicating this poem 2 some 1 who has been my friend in good times n in bad ... for more than 11 years now !!!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">Thank you for everything !!!</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113292596943230416?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1132755879567933612005-11-24T07:30:00.000+04:002005-11-24T08:49:04.713+04:00A warm hug 2 all those wonderfull people who missed me ...!<br /><br />I sincerely apologise for becoming invisible for some time...its just that a few things have been keeping me busy all this while..<br /><br />but surely tell u'll what i did in the past 2-3 weeks...<br /><br />let me start with my Bangalore trip ...<br />this was the 1st time i ever sat in a aeroplane ...wow!!!big deal!!!<br />ya it is really a big deal for me ...<br />as a kid i used to always look up in the sky.... trying to figure out how it wud be 2 actually sit inside the plane n just fly to different places...<br />i was very scared to sit in the plane , but thanks 2 vicky ... he made me feel relaxed about it ....hehehehe...i cant describe how it was to be there...for the 1st time ...! Awesome!!!<br /><br /><strong>Bangalore the city of gardens...</strong><br /><br /><br />B$%* shi$%<br />its the garden of shopping malls now...!<br />gosh !!! every road has a shopping mall like a pan tapri around the corner...n they were all lit up becoz of the festival celebrations...<br />there were baristas..ccds ... pizza huts... mcdonalds.... @ every nook n corner of the street ...<br />n on the infamous m.g.rd... i cud see 3 baristas , 2 ccds, 2 nescafe bars ....all together...!!!<br />so much... for a cup of coffee!!!<br />i saw the offices of the big co's...microsoft... oracle... honeywell... accenture... standard chartered bank etc etc....i even went to the botanical garden ...( i have a good collection of plants at my house as well).<br />but the climate is just soooo cooooooooll...specially the mornings ...ohhhh !!!so romantic ...with the mist around... n the wind slowly brushing on ur cheeks... a perfect getaway for a weekend!!!<br /><br />I enjoyed the company of my best friend ... who took the brunt of being the tour - guide of my stay in the city ... after all what are friends meant for ??? ;-)<br /><br />but on a serious note ...i wudnt have stayed in the city for long ...<br />for a typical mumbaitie like me ....there was no major attraction for me 2 see as such...<br />but i have very fond memories of the time i spent with my friend there...<br />i realised that life is very comlicated indeed ...so its best to simply enjoy every moment n leave erverything else to destiny !!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i came back to mumbai ...&amp;.......aaachhhooooo!!!!<br />ya ... n i caught cold...<br />n im still suffering from it ...<br /><br />i became a <strong>part time nurse</strong>...<br />1 of my friend's niece was hospitalised...so i was tring to be with the little girl as much as i could ...<br />she was suffering from typhoid n malaria both @ the sametime .... poor baby ! i cant describe how pale she was looking ...lying on the hospital bed for about 10 days...the needles..the bitter medicines...yucks!!! the poor soul had 2 go thru so much ..my heart goes out for her n feel like crying at the very thought of the pain that she had 2 suffer...<br />but thank god !!! she is out of it ...n now she is alrite!!!<br /><br /><strong>Appraisals...!!!</strong><br /><br />omg !!!<br />this was the toughest part of it all....<br /><br />my team leader took my annual appraisal ... i was very nervous..!!!(obviously)<br />but he made me feel relaxed n we discussed it in length...n finally it was over after an hours time...<br />it was good!!!<br />thats all i can say for now!<br /><br /><br />So this is what i did ... n this is what kept me away from bloggersville...!!!<br /><br />but next time i'll be better prepared...!!!<br /><br />keep on rocking !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113275587956793361?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1131563126095539702005-11-10T12:45:00.002+04:002005-11-10T08:17:44.660+04:00This has happened 2 me so many times...<br />So many of my friends have left the city n shifted their base permanently out of city or country ..or have been living away since quite a long time n would be returning back after a long time...<br /><br />It's so hard 2 live without them... i feel so lost without my friends...<br /><br />my aish group is scattered all across the globe infact ..<br />"MB" is in dubai , "UC" ,"KL", "KR" in kuwait , "SD" will go 2 US next month<br />"BM" has just retnd from US...<br /><br />Then "SPOTS" in london....oh baby i miss u sooo much...<br /><br />There's "WINDOWS" in australia...<br /><br />"RAKHI" in dubai...<br /><br />"Vicky" in bangalore...<br /><br />I wish them all the best for the future n hope 2 c them back asap !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113156312609553970?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1131083736532033692005-11-04T23:30:00.000+04:002005-11-04T09:55:36.556+04:00<p><br /></p><ol><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I am a true taurian</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I can talk non stop</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I like meeting new people </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I like to travel a lot</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I love eating diff varieties of food</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I can eat most of the vegetables … including karela , baigan , etc</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I love puppies…chooo cute</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I recently got a fish tank</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">people envy my height </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Girls envy my eye lashes…n guys love them… ( do I smell smoke ???;-) )</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love listening to music …it has 2 be loud or shut off</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love eating chocolates…spc dairy milk temptations n Ferro Rocher</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">can cry very easily when some 1 hurts me deliberately</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">can sing pretty well</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">laughs a lot</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Can stay awake the entire night for almost 18 mths... ( I work in a call centre ;-) )</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have been 2 goa twice last year</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Have learnt karate taekwondo style... im a brown belt holder</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">can cook good food…. My specialty – mooli(radish ) parathas, pav bhaaji, etc</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have participated in dance programme in school n college </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have compeered the annual day programme in the college</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have compeered the rewards n recognition day in office in front of nearly 1000 strong crowd</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">started working @ the age of 20 during my 2nd year of college </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love star gazing …lying on the terrace alone in the night sometimes ….waiting for a falling star 2 make a wish…!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have traveled 2 ahmedabad 1c all alone</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">havent been 2 kashmir till now</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">wud visit Dubai in very nr future n see the palm beach which has been built over the ocean it can be viewed even from the space…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love crab curry @ gypsy (in shivaji park)</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Have been lost n found 5 times bet the age of 2 – 6 yrs … my parents were so lucky!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have seen many deaths right from the age of 1 year when I lost my grandpa</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I write my diary 2apart from my ediary on this blog</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love reading stuff on astrology</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I’m a tarot card reader….not for people but for my self as a hobby…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I have the entire set of tarot cards which is used by the professional tarot card readers</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Used to collect shells, stones, etc from the beach when I was a kid…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">scared of heights </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">scare of deep water also</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">cant swim</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wud love 2walk on a beach ..Bare foot ….holding some1s hand…!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love listening to ghazals…(this time soft music pls)</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">My 1st crush was in 9th std …with my class mate …!!! V r still very good friends…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">1c kept a pet rabbit for abt 4 days …my mom gave it away coz I used 2 spread the grass </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">all over the house so that the rabbit shud follow the trail n come to me (u know like in some cartoons )</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love dancing </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I like collecting beautiful perfume bottles</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love watching movies in theatre along with a big group of friends </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">wud love to go globe trotting 1 day</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Have donated blood 4 times till now… ouch!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Never suffered a broken bone till now... Touch wood!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">suffer from cold n cough the moment the weather changes</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Love taking warm water baths…( cold water!!! Gives me a shiver )</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">carry 2 cell phones</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wud love 2 try out bungi jumping 1c atleast</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">want 2 learn swimming</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">hate hypocrites</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Guys with long hairs / nails… yucks !</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Can eat vanilla ice cream @ ne time of day or night... in ne weather, even if im sfrng frm cold </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love going for long drives</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">like wearing stylish salwar kameez.,but feel more comfortable in jeans n t’s</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Can speak in Hindi, English, Marathi, Gujarati, Bengali, Punjabi, Malayalam, Tamil, n little bit of German n French as well.</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Have friends who stay in US, Canada, Kuwait, Dubai, London, China, Thailand, and </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Australia. Love biting nails</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">can’t sleep for more than 8 hrs @ a stretch</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have 1c paid a mobile bill of rs 5600/- in a month… if my dad reads this he will kill me for sure…lolzzzzdrink water a lot …</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">used 2 go 2 gym, but I feel very lazy so I have stopped</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love collecting bags , shoes , perfumes, </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">treasure all my gifts … still have the label on the 1st gift that my ex gave me</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love taking oil massages</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">had 1c grown my hair waist long…but decided 2 chop it off in anger bcoz of sm1</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have coloured my hair brown n burgundy</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">love 2 eat chicken curry made by my dad</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have seven white dresses</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have seven blue dresses as well</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Have seen ddlj 30 times...literally</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wanted 2 be an airhostess when I was a kid</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">im the youngest among all my cousins… so that’s y the pampered 1 as well</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have seen the shooting of amitabh bachchan’s shahenshah in a bungalow nxt2 my old </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">colony when I was 6yrs old…tht time I wasn’t aware how popular he was !used 2 dance on </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">the song “ mera babu chail chabilla ..” @ my cousins place till the age of 10 yrs…:-p hwfunny!!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">have seen 3 suicide cases … within 5 mins of it taking place</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love listening 2 hosts stories , but im very scared of it </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">used 2 eat only glucose biscuits until a few years ago</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love small kids …spc the new born babies Love 2 spk 2 them in cuddly coo chi coooo language…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have slapped a boy in my school days</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">love 2 get wet in rains </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Love watching rain water falling on the car window...n the wiper going zip zap…mmm I cant explain it in words exactly …</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have never been able 2 watch a live rock concert</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">have lost a gold chain 1c</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Want 2 buy a big flashy rock...called blue sapphire</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Want 2 eat Mexican food…</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wud love 2 travel for 1 entire year all over India</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">n the following 2 years … entire world…hahaha</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">wish I had a dimpled cheek</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">but I have a dimpled chin</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Wish to grow my hair very long..may be till the knees or even below that </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">make a song album of my own some day</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">act in it 2 </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">im a dreamer …but I follow my dreams to make them come true as well</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I want 2 die old after playing with my grand children …<br /></span></div></li></ol><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113108373653203369?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1130913746204314252005-11-02T01:30:00.000+04:002005-11-02T11:58:47.286+04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">~*~Significance of Diwali~*~</span></strong></div><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Deepavali is a festival where people from all age groups participate. They give expression to their happiness by lighting earthen 'diyas' (lamps), decorating the houses, bursting firecrackers and inviting near and dear ones to their households for partaking in a sumptuous feast. The lighting of lamps is a way of paying obeisance to god for attainment of health, wealth, knowledge, peace, valor and fame. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">It is one time in the whole year that children volunteer to leave their beds long before the day begins. In fact, the traditional oil bath at 3 a.m, is the only chore that stands between them and the pre-dawn adventures. They emerge, scrubbed clean to get into their festive attire, and light up little oil lamps, candles and scented sticks(agarbathis), the wherewithal for setting alight crackers and sparklers. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Who shall set off the first chain of crackers that go boom, bang and vroom? and who is the owner </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">of the 10-minute 'banger' that steals the thunder from your little chain of needle-sized crackers? Does the boy next door have more crackers than me? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Competition is stiff, and even the little girl in silk frocks and their finery are watching out for the best sparklers and flowerpots, the rockets and chakras, which light-up the night sky like a thousand stars. Grown-ups are the soul of generosity. Festive bonhomie abounds !!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>This is how i celebrated diwali with my bhayu n colony pals</span> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0646.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/200/IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0646.jpg"></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0651.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/200/IMG_0651.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0648.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/200/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/200/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" /> <p>>>> from left 2 right ... dutta , deepa, reena, puneet , nisha</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113091374620431425?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1130626021606499222005-10-31T16:30:00.000+04:002005-10-30T13:04:29.026+04:00<strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">1.Last movie you saw in a theatre?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">…YAHAAN</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2.What book are you reading?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">LUCKY BY JACKIE COLLINS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">3.Favorite board game?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">SNAKE & LADDER<br /><br />4.Favorite magazine? ( comic )</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">ARCHIES</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">5.Favorite smell?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">ISSEY MIYAKE… DAVIDOFF COOL WATER… UNITED COLORS OF BENNETTON… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6.Favorite food?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">CHICKEN CURRY MADE BY MY DAD( HE’S AN AWESOME COOK …!!!)</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">7.Favorite sound?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">SOUND OF A SMALL BABY IN UR ARMS CHUCKLING AWAY ..HOLDING UR FINGER WIT THE TINY FINGERS…MMMM… CHHHOOO CUTE… :-)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">8.Worst feeling in the world?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">2 PERSONAL…SORRY CANT SHARE…!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">9.What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">HOW MANY DAYS LEFT FOR THE WEEKEND…???...:-)</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">10. Favorite fast food place?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">CANNON PAV BHAJI … PAANI PURI STALL NR ODEON…</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">11.Future child's name?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">COOKIE… HAHAHA… NOT SURE…???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">12.Finish this statement. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">If I had a lot of money:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">WOULD TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD …N SEE AS MANY PLACES AS I CAN…!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">13.Do you drive fast?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">YA VERY FAST</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">14.Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">YEP!!! WITH LEO THE CUTE LION …GIFTED BY SOME1 SPECIAL…!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">15.Storms cool or scary?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN ON TV IT LOOKS SCARY …NOT EXPERIENCED THOUGH!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">16.What was your first car?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">MARUTI 800…( MOST INDIAN’S 1ST CAR)</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">17.Favorite drink?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">CHAI… !!! CHAI …!!! CUTTING CHAI…!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">18. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...":</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WOULDN’T BE BLOGGING … I WUD BE BUSY SPENDING THAT MONEY FOR MY TRAVEL 2 THE FAR OFF PLACES</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">19.Do you eat the stems on broccoli?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">YUCKS… IT LOOKS SOOO UGLY … LIKE CAULIFLOWER COVERED WITH FUNGUS…!!! </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">20.If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">BROWN ..BLONDE N MAROON MIX…</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">21.Name all the different cities/ towns you have lived in? ( i take it as stayed for a night )MUMBAI , PUNE, DELHI , AGRA , MATHURA , VARANASI , DEHRADOON , MASOORIE, AMRITSAR, BHATHINDA, CHANDIGARH, ALLAHABAD, INDORE, TIRUPATHI , GOA ... NOW GOING TO BANGALORE IN A FEW DAYS…</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">22.Half empty or half full?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">HALF FULL .. I GUESS…! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">23.Favorite sports to watch?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">F1 … CRICKET WITH OUR DEAR NEIGHBOURS…;-)</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">24.One nice thing about the person who tagged you?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">HUGGGGZZZZZZ RE…</span> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">25.Morning person, or night owl?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">NIGHT OWL …BCOZ OF MY SHIFTS</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">26.Over easy, or sunny side-up?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">SUNNY SIDE UP ..NE TIME!!!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">27.Favorite place to relax?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">NEXT TO NE WATER BODY …RIVER , LAKE OR SEA … ALONG WITH A VERY CLOSE FRIEND …!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">>>>>>>WHAT DO U THINK ???</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-113062602160649922?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1129609089582802272005-10-18T20:45:00.000+04:002005-10-18T12:08:08.746+04:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>LOVE ... !</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/love2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/love2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">Y is it that we cant forget our 1st love ...???</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"joos-t-joo jiski thi ,usko to na paya humne...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">is bahane, magar, dekh li duniya humne..."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112960908958280227?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1129211015487123532005-10-14T06:10:00.000+04:002005-10-14T17:19:20.896+04:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Here's my list of top 10 songs that touch my soul...</span><br /><br /></strong><br /><ol><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Roz roz aankhon tale ...ek hi sapna pale....- Album- LAMHE by Gulzar ,Singer- Asha.</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho .... Film - Arth , Singer - Jagjit Singh</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Bahon ke darmiyan...do pyar mil rahe hai ... Film - Khamoshi, Singer - Hariharan n Asha</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Jana suno ..hum tumpe marte hain... Film - Khamoshi, Singer - Udit Narayan</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Waqt ne kiya ..kya haseen sitam... ( i dnt rmbr the name of the film ..can ne bdy tell me )</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao... Film - Zeher, Singer - Shreya Ghoshal</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Jaadu hai nasha hai...madhoshiyaaaaaaan........ Film - Jism,Singer - Shreya Ghoshal</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Lambi judaai - Singer - Reshma</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Hume tumse pyaar kitna ..ye hum nahi jaante... Film- Kudrat , Singer - Kishore Kumar</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Chup tum raho ....chup hum rahe .... Film - Is raat ki subhah nahi </strong></span></li></ol><p><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>>>>>>>>>> <em>Now u tell me whats ur choice...? what kind of songs do u like...?</em></strong></span></p><p><em><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><span style="color:#ffff00;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>Im listing a few of my fav punjabi songs ....</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>chuck de phattteeee!!!!!!!!.....</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>(although its not for the soul...but for the entire body as whole...)</strong></span></p><ol><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kala chashma...</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dil lutiya...</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Gur naal ishq mitha...</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Kangna...</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>N Ofcourse.... Dhol wajdaaaaaa.......!!!!!!!!!!!</strong></span></li></ol><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>so u can tell me ur fav pujabi songs as well...infact if u know of ne good song in ne other language ..lemmmee know abt it ...!!!!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112921101548712353?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1129123019302469382005-10-13T06:10:00.000+04:002005-10-12T17:16:59.313+04:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Amithabh: Thank you for calling customer care... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">rishte mein to hum tumhare baap lagate hian</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"> filhaal ek customer care rep hain...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Customer: (angrily) I NEED YOUR MANAGER</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Amithabh: Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"> jisne mere baap ko chor kaha tha.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"> jisne meri maa ko gaali dekar naukri se nikaal diya tha..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"> Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">jisne mere haath pe yeh likh diya tha... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">uske baad uske baad mere bhai.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Tum jis manager ko kahoge main laaonga..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Dharmendra: Thank you for callllllliiiiingggg.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Customer: I need help</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Dharmendra: main aaraahoon maa...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Customer: I am unable to use your product...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"> its waste and worthless</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Dharmendra: Kutte mein tera khoon peejaaonga..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Customer: What!!! I need your manager</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Dharmendra: (To his manager) Manager is customer ke saamne nahi naachna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Shatru : Aaaaaiiin Kis ullllu ke patthe ne call kiya hai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Customer : How dare you speak like that</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Shatru : Khaaaamoshhhhh... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">seedhi tarah bolde issue kya hai warna... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Asrani: hahhaaaaaaa naya kabutar ne call kiya</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Customer: I lost my invoice</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Asrani : Hahhaaaaaaaa hamare jasoos kone kone mein phaile hue hain</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> miljayegi </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">hum angrezon ke zamaane ke rep hain..haahhaaa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Shakti: AAAuuuuuu...mera naam hai balllllllllma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"> Thank you for calling aaauuuuu</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"> Customer: I need your manager</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Shakti: Mujhse baat karona.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Main ek chhota sa, nanha sa, pyarasa...rep hooon..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Mehmood: Ayyo Dyevi ... thank youji for calling ji.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Ayyo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Customer : I am not devi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Mehmood : Ayyo muruga... ye dyevi nai ji ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"> ye to dyeva hai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Ajit: Saara shehar mujhe Lion ke naam se jaanta hai.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"> May I know your name please</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Customer : Mona</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Ajit: Mona darling... tumne hamein call kyun kiya</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Customer : (Angrily) I WANT YOUR MANAGER</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Ajit: Mona dear.. Agar hum tumhe hamara manager dedenge </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">to hamein manage kaun karega....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Gabbar: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ....Jo dargaya wo maraga... batao tumhen kya chahiye</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Customer : I want to buy a product from your company</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Gabbar: Kitne paise hai re</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Customer : $ 10.00</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Gabbar: Suvvar Ke baccho ... sirf... $10.00...dhikkaar hai</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Prem Chopra: Prem...Prem naam hai mera.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Prem chopra...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Customer : I lost my invoice I need one</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Prem Chopra: Kar bhalaa to ho bhalaa..jaa apni invoice khud dhoondle</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Rajkumar : Jaani ..... Tumhara ye call bahut keemti hai.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Ise cut mat karna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Customer: I lost my invoice</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Rajkumar: Jaani... ye invoice hai..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"> Bacchon ke khelne ki cheez nahi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Customer : shut up.. I need my invoice sent to me in 10 minutes... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">otherwise I will speak to your manager</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"> Rajkumar : Dhamki kisi aur ko jaakar dena... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">manager humko darasake manager mein itna dum nahi... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">humse hai manager... manager se hum nahi...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">And at last ..................My Favourite one .............................................</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Sharukh: Thank you for kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Customer hung up the phone....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">>>>>>>>>>>> i have taken this from my blogging buddy ...Uttara's blog.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">it's so funny ... hahhahaha....lol....!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">hope u enjoy reading this as much as i did.....!!!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112912301930246938?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1129091541521326472005-10-12T21:10:00.000+04:002006-02-28T22:46:11.656+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0433.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/IMG_0433.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> >>>>>>>>>>>><span style="color:#ffff33;">Kanchan, Rakhee,Liza</span> nnnnnn me "<span style="color:#3366ff;">KC</span>"</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">( the tallest among them...! )..( my friends call me kc ...)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Rakhee </span>has left the firm in aug , now she is working in dubai,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Liza</span> has also left the firm for better prospects... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">kanchan n I</span> r still with jp...<br /><br />I'll try 2 post a few more of my snaps with my office colleagues n also my group friends....</span> </p><p></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">i miss u my dearest pals...."<span style="color:#ffff33;">AISH GROUP</span>"</span> </p><p><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">N "<span style="color:#3333ff;">UC</span>".... <span style="color:#993399;">U ARE MY FAV</span> .....HUGGGGZZZZZ 2 U ....!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But the <span style="color:#ff0000;">1</span> i miss the most is my " <span style="color:#ff0000;">chota bachcchaaaaa </span>"</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">( he knows this name which i have kept for him...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">>>>>>>>>>>></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">hey sorry people ..i cant keep the snap on this any more..111</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112909154152132647?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128886422348710722005-10-10T13:20:00.000+04:002005-10-10T00:55:49.280+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/012.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/400/012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Is Dil Pe Lagte Hai Jo Woh Zakhm Dikhte Nahin ...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Apno Se Milte Hai Jo Woh Dard Mitate Nahin ... !!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">This is for my .............................................!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i miss u ...!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112888642234871072?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128888371541829532005-10-10T12:45:00.000+04:002005-10-10T00:13:56.610+04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Do u believe in long distance love ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">some people say :</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">"far from sight, far from heart" </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">So do u think that the longer the distance was between u and ur beloved, the little love u carry for them ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Please share ur thoughts ... :-)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">&</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">If in your life a time comes when you have to choose between your parents and your love, whom would you choose? </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Would you hurt your parents for your love? </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">or would you hurt and leave your love for your parents happiness?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>>>>>>>>>>> please be honest n not modest in ur reply... !</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112888837154182953?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128882589132577142005-10-10T10:50:00.000+04:002005-10-09T22:30:43.176+04:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.<br />2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.<br />3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.<br />4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.<br />5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.<br /></span>6. You mean the world to someone.<br />7. If not for you, someone may not be living.<br />8. You are special and unique.<br />9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.<br />10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.<br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.<br />12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.<br />13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.<br />14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.<br />15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112888258913257714?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128881879092791882005-10-10T10:45:00.000+04:002005-10-09T22:17:59.103+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/friends_index1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/friends_index.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A lways be honest.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>B e there when they need you.</strong></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>C heer them on.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>D on't look for their faults.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E very chance you get, call!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>F orgive them.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>G et together often.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>H ave faith in them.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I nclude them.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>J ust listen.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>K now their dreams.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>L ove them unconditionally.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>M ake them feel special.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>N ever forget them.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>O ffer to help.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>P raise them honestly.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Q uietly disagree.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>R escue them often.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>S ay you're sorry.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>T alk frequently.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>U se good judgment.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>V ote for them!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>W ish them good luck!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>X -ray yourself first.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Y our words count.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Z ip your mouth when told a secret.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112888187909279188?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128850720939761002005-10-10T02:30:00.000+04:002005-10-09T22:28:12.816+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/29apr.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/400/29apr.gif" border="0" /></a><br />this was a nice cartoon that was sent by my pal uc.....<br /><br /><br /><br />>>> thanx sweety ... let me know ur real name ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112885072093976100?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128845677198429442005-10-09T12:45:00.000+04:002005-10-09T23:09:53.856+04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/afggal---ash1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/400/afggal---ash1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Today it was yet another lazzzzy ( yaaawn...!) sunday afternoon... i saw laughter challenge... lol...it was as usual ...so dam funny...:-) n made my laugh:-) like crazzzzy :-)...n i was feeling a bit fresh ... however on the scale of 1 - 10 ...with 10 being the best... i wud rate the day to be 5 till now..(its 1 pm rite now...!)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">By the way... let me wish all my friends <em><span style="color:#006600;"><u>Ramzan Mubarak</u></span></em> ..this is especially for my friends in KUWAIT...n every 1 else too...!!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/afggal---ash1.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/afggal---ash1.jpg"></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I found this really beautiful pic of ash on net while browsing thru a particular site ...i know some of my friends r really crazzzy for her... even my bro puneet ... n he's my blog guru ...so this 1's specially for him n 1 of my best friend "uc"...(although he likes britney n angelina also... ;-)...)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">well the day is not yet over ...so i havent given the day ne more scores...but hope fully it shud turn out to be good ...as im going for an "iftaari" party at 1 of my friends palce ... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">where they will open their "<em>roza</em>" which is a very strict fast inthe holy month of ramzan ... (its done without having ne meal n not even a drop of water...!!!)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">oh my god ! fooddies like me wud not even survive till the breakfast time...hahaha </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">:-)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ok uc ....next time i'll try to put a better snap ....:-)</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112884567719842944?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128804345213039582005-10-09T00:40:00.000+04:002005-10-09T00:45:45.216+04:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>You Were Meant For Me</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sometimes my heart tells me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">You were created for me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Up there with the stars you were... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">till you were sent down to earth for my sake </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">My heart tells me at times </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">The shade of these tresses were made for me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Your body, your lips, your arms are mine and mine alone... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">My heart sings to me sometimes... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">In the tunes of the shehnai </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">On our first night together...you will lift my veil </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">My heart tellls me at times...my heart asks me.... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Will you love me like this all my life? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Will you always look at me with love in your eyes? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Life is the elixir....for the sake of love </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Together we shall pray for life </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">For an eternity our poetry will be sung </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">For an eternity our story will endure... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">In ecstasy I will live and love forever... ...you will live in my heart...........</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />guess what this is a song from a very famous movie........... cmon take a guess .... let me c who is the smart alec here...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112880434521303958?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128803973154682212005-10-09T00:33:00.000+04:002005-10-09T00:39:33.160+04:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum (3) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tumhe paa kar zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum (2) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Bina tere koyi dilkash nazara hum na dekheinge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Bina tere koyi dilkash nazara hum na dekheinge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tumhe na ho pasand usko dobara hum na dekheinge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Teri soorat na ho jis mein Teri soorat na ho jis mein</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong> Woh sheesha tod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tere dil mein raheinge tujhko apna ghar bana lenge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tere dil mein raheinge tujhko apna ghar bana lenge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tere khwaabon ko beheno ki tarah khud par saja lenge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Kasam teri kasam Kasam teri kasam </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Taqdeer ka roog mod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tumhe hum apne jism-o-jaan mein kuch aise basa lenge</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tumhe hum apne jism-o-jaan mein kuch aise basa lenge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Teri khushboo apne jism ki khushboo bana lenge </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Khuda se bhi na jo toote </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Khuda se bhi na jo toote </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Woh rishta jod lenge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tumhe paa kar zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Agar tum mil jao Zamana chod denge hum (2) "</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"> i love this song... from the movie "zeher"</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112880397315468221?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128801159104253392005-10-08T23:33:00.000+04:002005-10-08T23:52:39.116+04:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WHÄT GÏRL§ WÄNT ........</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over.)</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#330099;"> 4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#330099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually not sure how to react to them. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok? </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals). </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">12. Being too serious can turn a girl off. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">14. A smile means a lot to a girl. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">16. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">18. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll wonder why she never noticed him before. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">23. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#993399;">24. Girls love having fun!</span> </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">25. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">26. A girl's best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through.</span> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">>>>>>> so people go ahead n let me know what u feel about this...i may be wrong ....but im sure most of u wud agree with me....whot say...?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112880115910425339?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128799685171689632005-10-08T11:57:00.000+04:002005-10-08T23:31:19.510+04:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is the TAJ MAHAL - the monument built by the moughal emperor Shahjahan in memory of his beloved Mumtaaz Begum... I have put this on the blog for the people who havent heard much about India but have always had a curiosity to know more ....so people ur at the right place... at the right time...</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/1600/taj.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1053/1700/320/taj.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112879968517168963?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128736043419852312005-10-08T05:41:00.000+04:002005-10-08T05:57:11.523+04:00The one who comes in my dreams,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />Hiding in my heart since long,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />I’ve seen him in such different ways,<br />Seems like I know him for days,<br />Heavens are deciding the fates of two hearts,<br />Without even seeing him I am so restless,<br />Oh My God! What will happen to me when I see him,<br />Taking my dreams away, always coming in my way,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />In my eyes he has a place in my heart since days,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />The one who comes in my dreams,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />For the first time,<br />when I met the one,<br />The only of my dreams,<br />Nervous I am,<br />I don’t know why seems like hiding the moon in the sky,<br />Oh! The restlessness,<br />this eagerness,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />Hoping he is what I have seen,<br />All these years in my dreams,<br />I will be meeting him soon in a day or two,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />The one who comes in my dreams,<br />I wonder how he’ll be,<br />The one that keeps me awake all night,<br />I wonder how he’ll be!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112873604341985231?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17600925.post-1128732952540024252005-10-08T04:53:00.000+04:002005-10-08T04:55:52.543+04:00<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Some people come into our lives and quickly go ...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts ...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>And we are never ever the same ...</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17600925-112873295254002425?l=kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>~*~ kiran ~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11271530430798461550noreply@blogger.com3