<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:34:20.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>too important to hide,too insignificant to express</title><subtitle type='html'>There can be few moments when I feel like a writer. This blog truly reflects those moments.Bear with me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3855362303498370669</id><published>2011-05-26T23:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:07:55.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I shall be free</title><content type='html'>Who am I?by divine decree&lt;br /&gt;The day i find out, I shall be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the world n lived like they said&lt;br /&gt;I have to do the same till i fade&lt;br /&gt;But why can not I ever disagree&lt;br /&gt;The day I find out I shall be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat I breathe I leave predecessors&lt;br /&gt;Like I was left by my ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Why this drama since Adam went to the tree&lt;br /&gt;The day I find out, I shall be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old faiths and same old desire&lt;br /&gt;Same hoping heart we all carry to fire&lt;br /&gt;Be a fool,till which degree&lt;br /&gt;The day I find out I shall be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3855362303498370669?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3855362303498370669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3855362303498370669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3855362303498370669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3855362303498370669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shall-be-free.html' title='I shall be free'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-526779860738044753</id><published>2011-05-26T22:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:04:41.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fir Wohi Masti</title><content type='html'>fir wohi masti me qaaynaat tamaam hai&lt;br /&gt;saamne fir wohi saaqi hai fir wohi jaam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killat e alfaaz kabhi banne na de sukhanwar hume&lt;br /&gt;nahi to unki bazm e khaas me apna bhi ek makaam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is nigaah se pilaye wo aur hum kare inkaar&lt;br /&gt;wais,suno,is may se inkaar hi haraam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo hain gaafil aur  hum hai purummeed&lt;br /&gt;uriyaan jazbon ka ishq hi ihtiraam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye hai raah e ishq,yahan sabko milta nahi Faiz&lt;br /&gt;kisine soch kar rakha shayad tera ye naam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriyaan= Naked&lt;br /&gt;Faiz= Winner/succesful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-526779860738044753?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/526779860738044753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=526779860738044753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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deewangi bakhsh do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paayenge manzil zarur hum&lt;br /&gt;qadam ko aawargi bakhsh do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karenge na shikayat ab hum&lt;br /&gt;dilko afsurdagi bakhsh do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laut jayenge tere dar se&lt;br /&gt;chahat ko naraazgi bakhsh do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumpe bhi mar mitenge hum&lt;br /&gt;seerat ko saadgi bakhsh do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehsaan tera hoga mujhpar&lt;br /&gt;Faiz ko zindagi bakhsh do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6313377506751800763?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6313377506751800763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6313377506751800763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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nahi&lt;br /&gt;qaabil e nazar kuchh bhi nahi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khokhle jismon ki hai mahfil&lt;br /&gt;insaan ke andar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qataah:&lt;br /&gt;waqt karein hum kyun barbaad&lt;br /&gt;seep me gauhar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun hi ho chale hum fida&lt;br /&gt;ishq ka asar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qurbat e khuda maang lo&lt;br /&gt;jannat me kausar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humko wo samjhe hain paagal&lt;br /&gt;deewano ki qadar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guftagu hogi zameer se&lt;br /&gt;roz-e-hashar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milti hai manzil shiddat se&lt;br /&gt;raah purkhatar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahat me teri sar na jhukaya&lt;br /&gt;bazm me wo dar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi dar-o-deewar wohi insaan&lt;br /&gt;makaan hai,ghar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unko bhi hai parwah Faiz ki&lt;br /&gt;bas unko khabar kuchh bhi nahi&lt;div 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nahi'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-9143165650167630823</id><published>2011-01-05T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:31:31.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Qatra Qatra</title><content type='html'>dilse hoke jaan me utra qatra qatra&lt;br /&gt;pyaas meri badhata gaya qatra qatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo zahar tha ya aab-e-hayaat kaun jaane&lt;br /&gt;wo pilate gaye, main peeta gaya qatra qatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya kul chaman me koi na raha hosh mein?&lt;br /&gt;ek hum kyun, har koi peeta raha qatra qatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzre honge woh ku-e-bahaar-o-chaman se&lt;br /&gt;rang har kali pe aata gaya qatra qatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husn-e-roo-e-jana ka asar to dekhiye&lt;br /&gt;Faiz ghazalkhaar banta gaya qatra qatra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-9143165650167630823?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/9143165650167630823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=9143165650167630823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/9143165650167630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/9143165650167630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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wo mahtaab kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humne mana ke jahannam dekha nahi koi&lt;br /&gt;unki furqat dikha gayi ye azaab kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunne ko jab koi na mila haal-e-bisaat-e-yaar&lt;br /&gt;khamosh ajnabi diye hain jawaab kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har pal kyun betaab hai ay baaghi-dil Faiz&lt;br /&gt;aata hai duniya me inqilaab kabhi kabhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-1081569909614443161?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/1081569909614443161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=1081569909614443161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1081569909614443161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1081569909614443161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/12/futile-attempt.html' title='kabhi kabhi'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-714776113553655855</id><published>2010-12-09T20:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:17:11.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A man, a human</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, rarely, once in a blue moon, we meet someone. A man, not by the physiology but by nature. They touch your soul and create an everlasting echo which rings fresh in your memories even after decades. Sometimes they pass us during the busy office hours on the street or sit next to you in the train and we still don't come to know. We are,on the contarary,expect so less from another human being that when someone behaves like a human, we try to rub our eyes, "iska sala irada kya hai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our first trip to the city of the nizams, Hyderabad. We had a fun-filled but rather hectic Rafi holiday(don't ask me what is this, an yearly meet of Rafi bhakts in short) for 2 days.We were left with only one day to see the Chaarminar. And we were returning from Charminar and a bit late. We were in the bus, it was 9:30 by my mobile and We didn't know how to recognize the stop where we were to get down. Little uncomfortable, I asked the the person sitting next to us, will you go as far as Lingampalli? He said no, I wud get down 3 stops before that. Where are you going? Lingampalli, I told him, and hesitantly added, see this is our first time here in Hyderabad and we are little diffident about how to get down at the correct stop.&lt;br /&gt;He pondered for a moment and said, ok then I shall go with you till that stop and take a return bus. Will that be ok for you?&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback by this (as I said earlier, we are not habituated to expect much from another human nowadays), I said, no sir, that will be just too much, We can go of our own. He said "no no plz sir, I insist. Its my duty to you coz you are new here."&lt;br /&gt;After then He sat still, not blabbering about himself, not taking my awed expression as a chance to inject me with his past humanitarian deeds nor telling me how bad the world is (thus proving himself a better than the most person), nor advicing me how important it is to be like him. On the other hand, when I asked him about his background he talked about his job, family, his posting at Kolkata for few years.&lt;br /&gt;When we got down He hold my hand and said, please go home sir, you are very late. He denied my earnest request to give him company till he can find the return bus ,saying, its nothing for me, I can go by myself. When I objected to his use of 'sir' as I am as old as his son may be, He replied, but you are also a human being. I must respect that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know none reads my blog but still i want to shout this loudly, yes coz of people like you Mr Srinivas Rao, this world is still worthy of living. You have touched me. One people like you can heal the wounds created by a thousand.  You make this world lovely and 'cause people like you are still not the part of fables exclusively, every morning I open my eyes and can wish good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will never ever read this blog and I know you have already forgotten me 'cause for people like you this incident is never a big deal but I shall remember you. Faiz doesn't bow easily, he is very very finicky about it but to bow infront of you doesnt need any effort.&lt;br /&gt;I salute you Mr Srinivas rao, with bowed head and heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-714776113553655855?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/714776113553655855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=714776113553655855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/714776113553655855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/714776113553655855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-human.html' title='A man, a human'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7366974794480062947</id><published>2010-07-16T14:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:16:53.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dil Ne Pyar Kiya Hai</title><content type='html'>Translation of "Dil Ne Pyar Kiya Hai" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, is in love with&lt;br /&gt;an unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;How I regret it!&lt;br /&gt;u took my heart&lt;br /&gt;u made it hurt&lt;br /&gt;tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those promises of last evening&lt;br /&gt;where are where are where are those words&lt;br /&gt;The oaths we took together forever&lt;br /&gt;Why Did why did u break afterwards&lt;br /&gt;dont shy away, dont smile 'n play, face me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gorgeous, I worshipped you once&lt;br /&gt;Remember, that heavenly lovefilled night?&lt;br /&gt;You seeked and touched my deepest secrets&lt;br /&gt;Today is but a new tale and sight&lt;br /&gt;Why is this, what is this, tell me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart my love, u were my Mumtaz&lt;br /&gt;I built a Taj in lover's eden&lt;br /&gt;Who got jealous, who burnt it down&lt;br /&gt;I adorned it and saved it till then&lt;br /&gt;Gone is cheer, robbed off prayer,look I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the original here&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrgquXE6JQg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7366974794480062947?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7366974794480062947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7366974794480062947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7366974794480062947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7366974794480062947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/07/dil-ne-pyar-kiya-hai.html' title='Dil Ne Pyar Kiya Hai'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-2671178015270121456</id><published>2010-07-06T14:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:18:15.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Duniya Yeh Mahfil</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone I received this request to translate a masterpiece into English. Hesitatingly, I started, stumbled,groped and finally formed this. No reward to guess that the masterpiece is Yeh Duniya Yeh Mahfil, sung by Mohammad Rafi the great and penned by Kaifi Azmi. A sincere apology to Kaifi sahab for daring to touch his immortal work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this world and its celebrations&lt;br /&gt;doesn't worth a thing,doesn't worth a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares for this tale of love sordid&lt;br /&gt;life is failing too,like in love i did&lt;br /&gt;make me forget those days of my glory&lt;br /&gt;the celebrations when the funeral proceed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither a trace of myself nor a news of her&lt;br /&gt;save my enemies too,from such utter despair&lt;br /&gt;may they meet God who seek thyself&lt;br /&gt;all i want is just a glimpse of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vast desert couldn't soak my tear&lt;br /&gt;how to hide this pain and my fear&lt;br /&gt;how can i praise this world&lt;br /&gt;the heart still longs for my lover&lt;br /&gt;i lost the winning stake once&lt;br /&gt;now i search her forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far from somewhere,a gaze breathes my name&lt;br /&gt;how can i not go,for her i feel the same&lt;br /&gt;kill my regained hope again&lt;br /&gt;or heal my broken heart again &lt;br /&gt;those hills shall pave my way&lt;br /&gt;the thorns shall adorn the path again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world and its celebrations&lt;br /&gt;doesn't worth a thing,doesn't worth a thing&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-2671178015270121456?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/2671178015270121456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=2671178015270121456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2671178015270121456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2671178015270121456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeh-duniya-yeh-mahfil.html' title='Yeh Duniya Yeh Mahfil'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3903281795521323836</id><published>2010-02-14T22:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:27:12.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rafi Nayyar rediscovered</title><content type='html'>What will happen if an arrogant genius meets the humblest king? Listen to Puakarta chala hoon main or aanchal me saja lena kaliyan to realise. Now everyone might guess its none but OPN ,the great omkar prasad nayyar n Mohammad Rafi I am talking about. If Naushad was the finicky perfectionist, SJ were the all-rounder than OPN must be a careless arrogant genius and who just loved to prove his critics wrong and his weapon was again and again our very own Rafi sahab. Can you, in your wildest nightmare forget Mere Sanam, Ek Musafir Ek Hasina, Naya Daur. None of us can.&lt;br /&gt;This duo has been discussed enough and and by experts.Why am I writing this article? Another one out to prove his musical knowledge or expertise. That is hardly my intention. I just want to recollect a few forgotten (well,at least semi-forgotten) melodies and stop typing. But in case I get published, the first few formal words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPN was known for hoofbeat music,although I call it offbeat music. He was banned in AIR as they thought his music may have bad effect on youngsters. But have you heard aanchal me saja lena kaliyan for example or fir tere shahar me lootne ko chala aaya hoon? Any keen listener ever found a hoofbeat? Or for that matter in aapke haseen rukh, which I never could imagine to be a OPN creation until I learnt that from relaible sources.&lt;br /&gt;He was considered musically illiterate so he took the challenge and composed songs of Kalpana.Wouldn't Tu hai mera prem devta have made Naushad or SJ or SD proud? &lt;br /&gt;And last but not certainly the least, This man never used the voice of Lata.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't he a genius? Or perhaps the greatest genius? The mad scientist u see in those English  movies?&lt;br /&gt;He was,period.&lt;br /&gt;His association is much discussed with Rafi sahab,as I earlier said(and also his rift, sadly. I don't know why we love negative news more) but its based on those superhit Rafi Nayyar songs. May be 50-60 songs. His films with Joy Mukherji, Biswajeet, Kashmir Ki kali, Naya daur. Lets search the remaining 150 songs for some more gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song, which i personally will rate among my top 5 Rafi Nayyar ever is a duet with Asha from the dev anand-madhubala starring Jaali Note. The song Chaand zard zard hai makes me sway in stupor whenever I hear this song. My mother, who is an ardent listener of rafi sahab,also missed this song until one day i dug it out and made her listen to it. She confessed, the 'Nasha' created by this song is beyond words. You just close your eyes, forget your surroundings, and sway in the rhythm of that OPN set and RS(Rafi Sahab) delivered. It starts with the sound of a whistle, humming of Asha ji, a drum..then RS picks up. And when he delivers the HAI, dragging it n with a wobbly voice to match the loose-neck Dev Anand on screen, you just wince in sheer delight. The piece in the interlude is just so much OPN-ish. The rhythm set in this song by OPN just makes u want “just don't stop for God's sake”. RS is in a soft mood and when he is soft, he can be astonishingly sweet.Listen to this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_W_Q_jf6X0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song coming to mind is, Title song of Mr Cartoon MA. Main Main Main Cartoon. OPN made sure RS sounds like a singer from the west. And what a throw RS performed in this song. The instrumentation is very much westernized (in fact i couldn't notice any desi instrument except tabla during the antaras). A very very prominent saxophone during interlude. Concentrate when RS is delivering the last rhyming word.Cartoon, Telephoon(telephone), moon, soon. Almost meaningless lyric(that is common for so many OPN songs, may be his inclination to use lesser known poets, but that is a different topic altogether).As I was saying,look at the throw of those rhyming words. RS made Asha a non-entity in this song. Can you imagine this tune, and this delivery in mid-50s and that too from someone who had no relation with west (English) till we can search. One reason this song got lost is I think, the song was ahead of its time. It cud have been a AR Rahman Hit Today.&lt;br /&gt;On a personal Note, I made one friend listen this song and next thing he did was to make it his ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9VRfOD5WXc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPN silenced his critics with the song that is third on my list. Manna De sang many great numbers along with RS and mostly qawwalis or comedy songs . IMHO, they were the best male duet partners ever. Now look at this classical song they delivered together under a so called “musically illiterate” MD. Yes, talking about the Kalpana track, Tu Hai Mera Prem Devta. Manna da picks up impeccably in his own heavy MAJLISHI voice,what a timber. RS followed with with his softer voice. In the first antara when RS sings, 'ang lagao pyaas bujhao' his return journey is as smooth and as fast as his take off. With a slight filmi twist in the 'pyaas bujhao' portion. In the next antara its RS who is doing that aalap and that too not losing the sweetness of his voice. Too short for a semi-classical this song just makes u keep the player in repeat mode n forget. Pure Indian instrumentation, so much 'un-OPN-ish' but what a genius. You just cant stop looking up n confess the greatness of God.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this gem here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQKdL0PnHxw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one song which RS sang for Shammi Kapoor under Nayyar ji BUT not from the much and mass discussed Kashmir Ki Kali. This film also holds the record for containing maximum number of RS song. Raste me ek haseen, from Basant, is melodious to say the least. Much different from all those peppy numbers that made OPN highly popular(most popular?) in 50s n 60s, which makes your foot tap, this is a soothing song,washing down your tiredness and makes you remember when you first saw 'her' and her first smile of appreciation and in that process leaving a trace of smile on your own face. When this song finishes, you feel you are in love again with 'her'. Listen to this cute romantic song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jM9U0l7DmQc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I cant resist the temptation to put this link here, written by another ardent Rafian, Samarjit Acharjee from kolkata, who caught OPN-Rafi in a sublime mood.&lt;br /&gt;http://spilledbytes.blogspot.com/2009/10/duo-in-disguise.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal list and of course very much biased towards my personal choice. But I time and again felt, these songs were treated unjustly and thus didn't reach millions of Rafi lovers. This was a personal effort to bring these to the notice of the visitors of this website. I will love to see your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3903281795521323836?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3903281795521323836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3903281795521323836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3903281795521323836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3903281795521323836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/02/rafi-nayyar-rediscovered.html' title='Rafi Nayyar rediscovered'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-9059523361975060665</id><published>2010-02-13T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:03:44.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ab Aur</title><content type='html'>Kaafi nahin yaadein tere zindagi ko ab aur&lt;br /&gt;Socha hai ke dhundenge ab jeene ka sabab aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga tujhe shiddatse mujhe dikha jo bhi dar&lt;br /&gt;Koi dikhaye mujhe naya darbaar-e-rab aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aawargi badnamiyat deewanapan wahshat&lt;br /&gt;Tum na mile,mil gaya sila-e-wafa sab aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo khuda kya,jo ishq o husn ko na milaye&lt;br /&gt;Aaye koi,pesh kare aashiq ka mazhab aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaag dil-e-nadaan,tujhe ab kiska wahm hai&lt;br /&gt;Saamne wo hain, ro de na to royega tu kab aur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-9059523361975060665?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/9059523361975060665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=9059523361975060665' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/9059523361975060665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/9059523361975060665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/02/ab-aur.html' title='Ab Aur'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-120897356956502865</id><published>2010-01-02T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:41:02.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1 more idiot on "3 idiots"</title><content type='html'>3 idiots,another masterpiece from AK aka Mr perfectionist. He never seizes to amaze me. another mockery of cream de la cream indian professional institutions. I felt the urge to write this blog 'cause he reminded me of my MBA days. I got to a nominally good college and witnessed the farce firsthand. Assignments,uniforms, deadlines, but not freethinking,creativity n encouragement to think from a new angle. I was watching where AK defines Machine, n remembered how i defined marketing. Of course AK didn,t copy my incident but it happened that my marketing teacher asked me the definition of marketing and i answered "meeting others needs yet profitably" and expected he would nod in appreciation. Instead he said "i don't want definitions manufactured by u, give me the American Marketing Association(or something like that) approved definition." I could not recite that verbatim and i was shown the gate.I still remember how my days went,outside the classroom mostly, googling for knowledge and amazing at the paucity of my knowledge about this big vast world.&lt;br /&gt;Attending disciplinary committees regularly,giving my father's no. to principal, were other major activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anything change? if AK makes this movie, or at a much smaller level i write this blog? Probably NO. But silence is not golden always. I suffered it, my next gen should not. Let him have all the time to dream looking at the vast clear blue sky. Let him go to forest than to memorize botany books. I am willing to take on this world to give him this chance, This blog carries my promise to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Aristotle(or was it Plato) was teaching maths, one student asked but how i earn with this knowledge? Aristotle took him away, paid him some money and asked him never to return. I wish we had a teacher like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-120897356956502865?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/120897356956502865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=120897356956502865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/120897356956502865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/120897356956502865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-more-idiot-on-3-idiots.html' title='1 more idiot on &quot;3 idiots&quot;'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-6464879868876503609</id><published>2009-12-24T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:00:49.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt wishes</title><content type='html'>was attending a wedding reception.while handing over the gift to the couple, presented my best smile, n wished "many many happy returns of the day". they had an instant strange look on their faces. a mixture of so many emotions. still thinking what it cud be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6464879868876503609?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6464879868876503609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6464879868876503609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6464879868876503609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6464879868876503609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartfelt-wishes.html' title='Heartfelt wishes'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-5901948669298046409</id><published>2009-12-02T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:20:15.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few quotes from Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>here goes a few gems from my most favorite english author (along with GBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes and Quotations&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Quotes and quotations from Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde Irish dramatist, novelist, &amp; poet (1854 - 1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing is so aggravating as calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - Jack from The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;br /&gt;- When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;br /&gt;- I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Democracy is the bludgeoning of the people, by the people, for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;- When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - An Ideal Husband&lt;br /&gt;- The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women? merely adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I love acting. It is so much more real than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Beauty is a form of genius--is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Morality is simply the attitude we adopt toward people we personally dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Divorces are made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating: people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- About foxhunting: The unspeakable chasing the uneatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Henry James writes fiction as if it were a painful duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- Sin is the only real colour element left in modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Success is a science; if you have the conditions, you get the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- Knowledge would be fatal, it is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;br /&gt;- People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - As he passed through customs&lt;br /&gt;- I have nothing to declare but my genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Rich bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I&lt;br /&gt;- To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Punctuality is the thief of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Genius is born--not paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Critic as Artist, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Eduaction is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - A Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;br /&gt;- Live the wonderful life that is in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Only the shallow know themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - A Woman of No Importance, Act 3&lt;br /&gt;- The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, the preface&lt;br /&gt;- All art is quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- While one should always study the method of a great artist, one should never imitate his manner. The manner of an artist is essentially individual, the method of an artist is absolutely universal. The first is personality, which no one should copy; the second is perfection, which all should aim at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson&lt;br /&gt;- Work is the curse of the drinking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, the preface&lt;br /&gt;- It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception necessary for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Biography lends to death a new terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - upon being told the cost of an operation&lt;br /&gt;- I suppose that I shall have to die beyond my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is only about things that do not interest one that one can give really unbiased opinions, which is no doubt the reason why an unbiased opinion is always valueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Work is the curse of the drinking class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The English country gentleman galloping after a fox - the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Dreamers can find their way by moonlight and their only punishment is that they see the dawn before the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship; and it is by far the best ending for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - Foreward, The Picture of Dorian gray&lt;br /&gt;- The only excuse for creating something useless is that one admires it intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I am not young enough to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Popularity is the one insult I have never suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - "The Remarkable Rocket"&lt;br /&gt;- The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - An Ideal husband, 1893&lt;br /&gt;- When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- My wallpaper and i are fighting a duel to death. One or the other has to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Education is an admirable thing, but it is well worth remembering from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I am not young enough to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I am not young enough to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Art is the most intense form of individualism that the world has known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Ernest&lt;br /&gt;- The very essence of love is uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;br /&gt;- Philanthropic people lose all sense of Humanity, it is their distinguishing characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Life imitates art more than art imitates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Philanthropy is the refuge of rich people who wish to annoy their fellow creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- One must have a heart of stone to read the death of Little Nell without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - Letter from Paris, dated May 1900&lt;br /&gt;- People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Critic as Artist, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;br /&gt;- All art is quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Critic as Artist, part 2, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Simple pleasures are the last refuge of the complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;br /&gt;- There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- We can forgive a man for making a useful thing, as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The basis for optimism is sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - A Picture of Dorian Grey - Preface&lt;br /&gt;- We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Imagination is a quality given to man to compensate for what he is not, and a sense of humaor is provided to console him from what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;br /&gt;- He has never written a single book, so you can imagine how much he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- ...my dear boy, no woman is a genius. They are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - Phrases and Philosophies for the Use of the Young, 1882&lt;br /&gt;- Only the shallow know themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Philosophy teaches us to bear with equanimity the misfortunes of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - "De Profundis"&lt;br /&gt;- ... Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Action: the last resource of those who know not how to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Missionaries are going to reform the world whether it wants to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Life is too important to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Ballad of Reading Gaol&lt;br /&gt;- And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,&lt;br /&gt;None knew so well as I:&lt;br /&gt;For he who lives more lives than one&lt;br /&gt;More deaths than one must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Model Millionaire, 1912&lt;br /&gt;- It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only the shallow people who do not judge by appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - , in a letter to his friend, Frances Forbes-Robertson, who had invited him to her wedding in London, but Wilde was&lt;br /&gt;- Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Truth, in the matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only possible form of exercise is to talk, not to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Critic as Artist, part 2, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have its fascinations. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Why was I born with such contemporaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - "An Ideal Husband"&lt;br /&gt;- To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - as he sipped champagne on his deathbed&lt;br /&gt;- Alas, I am dying beyond my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, the preface&lt;br /&gt;- All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their own peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- The basis of optimism is sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is an odd thing, but everyone who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture, and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralizing. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Chastity is the greatest form of perversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling I have always cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, Prologue&lt;br /&gt;- All art is quite useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- A grand passion is the privelege of people who have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Science is the record of dead religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The English country gentleman galloping after a fox -- the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Canterville Ghost, 1882&lt;br /&gt;- We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Experience...is simply the name we give our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Religion is the fashionable substitute for belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Bore: a man who is never unintentionally rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes it takes courage to give into temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde: "I wish I had said that." Whistler: "You will, Oscar; you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - as he sipped champagne on his deathbed&lt;br /&gt;- Alas, I am dying beyond my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Critic as Artist, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- But what is the difference between literature and journalism?&lt;br /&gt;...Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- America has been discovered before, but it has always been hushed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The basis of optimism is sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 3&lt;br /&gt;- Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- I love acting. It is so much more real than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- Being natural is simply a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Illusion is the first of all pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I&lt;br /&gt;- The truth is rarely pure and never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- She is a peacock in everything but beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - "The Picture of Dorian Gray"&lt;br /&gt;- One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Conscience and cowardice are really the same thing. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- There is no sin except stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - An Ideal Husband, 1893, Act I&lt;br /&gt;- Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - Quoted in Ellmann&lt;br /&gt;- It often happens that the real tragedies in life occur in such an inarticulate manner that they hurt one by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891, preface&lt;br /&gt;- There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Only the shallow know themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;br /&gt;- The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I sometimes think that God, in creating man, overestimated His ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Journalism justifies its own existence by the great Darwinian principle of the survival of the vulgarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- I have the simplest of tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Action is the last refuge of those who cannot dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Ballad of Reading Gaol&lt;br /&gt;- Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde -&lt;br /&gt;- Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-5901948669298046409?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/5901948669298046409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=5901948669298046409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5901948669298046409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5901948669298046409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-quotes-from-oscar-wilde.html' title='Few quotes from Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-5981018150912194759</id><published>2009-10-19T01:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:16:57.965+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its me or the universe lolz</title><content type='html'>I'm in the air surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;the very air in which you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm in ur pleasure,smile, happiness&lt;br /&gt;Its me who makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the drop of water &lt;br /&gt;which quenches your thirst&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the tune&lt;br /&gt;which u hum unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the song &lt;br /&gt;which u die to hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm who places a hand on ur your hot forehead&lt;br /&gt;when you are ill&lt;br /&gt;It's my shoulder which you love&lt;br /&gt;to rest your head, crying or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;It's my dream &lt;br /&gt;which makes u smile in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the thought&lt;br /&gt;which creeps into your mind in solitude&lt;br /&gt;I'm the secret&lt;br /&gt;which you keep to yourself&lt;br /&gt;I've the hand &lt;br /&gt;which you search when you are afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've the words&lt;br /&gt;which you want to hear forever&lt;br /&gt;It's me about whom&lt;br /&gt;you are excited,concerned,worried,expectant&lt;br /&gt;I'm your love, hope and faith&lt;br /&gt;It's me who,finally to say&lt;br /&gt;constitutes you.you are incomplete without me&lt;br /&gt;Still if you dont recognise me&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault beloved, not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lolz'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-4031029772693802483</id><published>2009-10-19T01:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:35:53.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gems</title><content type='html'>The greatest tragedy of mankind is that they always learn from their mistakes, never from their right deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a very good guessing ability is bad. It leaves one total stranger to the joys of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can make two and two five expertly find it extremely difficult to make two and two four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request is deadlier than order. You can very easily disobey an order but it is very difficuly to turn a request down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero is he who knows when to be sentimental and when to be sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the best looking person in this world face to face just stand before a good mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of a democratic country is your vote worths as much as a scoundrel's &lt;br /&gt;does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are decent enough not to ask you personal questions are indecent enough to speculate the answers themselve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-4031029772693802483?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/4031029772693802483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=4031029772693802483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4031029772693802483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4031029772693802483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/10/gems.html' title='Gems'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-8129692758264695447</id><published>2009-10-19T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:52:41.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Bug</title><content type='html'>O beloved , cant you feel&lt;br /&gt;in front of you, i do kneel&lt;br /&gt;I do kneel in front of love&lt;br /&gt;I cant anymore live in halves&lt;br /&gt;Oh beloved, why cant you see&lt;br /&gt;made for each other, you and me&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you to mould&lt;br /&gt;dont leave my hands, beloved hold&lt;br /&gt;Oh beloved, why dont you know&lt;br /&gt;I cant stay away from you, though&lt;br /&gt;I eat, I sleep, I do breathe&lt;br /&gt;oh beloved for you indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a poem..hahahaa.....what love can do, this poem examplifies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-8129692758264695447?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/8129692758264695447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=8129692758264695447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8129692758264695447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8129692758264695447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-bug.html' title='Love Bug'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7861441557387621434</id><published>2009-10-19T00:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:52:38.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Worthless Conversation</title><content type='html'>Idiot : If God helps  them who helps themselves then what about those who helps others?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid : They dont need anybody's help because they are God themselve. Only God help others.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot : Rubbish! We can not help others. We can only help ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid : That is because when we receive help from anybody we try to find God's hand behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7861441557387621434?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7861441557387621434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7861441557387621434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7861441557387621434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7861441557387621434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/10/worthless-conversation.html' title='Worthless Conversation'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-6521925456785028416</id><published>2009-09-30T18:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:33:12.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bikhre ehsaas</title><content type='html'>duboya khud hi jab zindagi gham me&lt;br /&gt;kya shikayat karein pyar  karnewalon ki&lt;br /&gt;bade shiddat se chaha tumne mujhe&lt;br /&gt;main naqaabil bhul baitha daromdaar ko&lt;br /&gt;samajh baitha tumhare pyaar ko haq apna&lt;br /&gt;na kar saka main wafa,&lt;br /&gt;ab wo jahannum kaisi hogi jise zindagi kahte hain log&lt;br /&gt;tumhare muskan se jo lagti thi jannat kabhi&lt;br /&gt;na haqdaar hoon mwaafi maanghe ki&lt;br /&gt;na sar hi utha sakta hoon, na nazar hi mila sakta hoon&lt;br /&gt;na jane kya kahke samjhaoon tumko&lt;br /&gt;na jane kya kahke samjhaoon khudko&lt;br /&gt;ek bhul se hui zindagi tabah&lt;br /&gt;ek phoolse hui thi zindagi tabassum&lt;br /&gt;ab rone se bhi awaz nahi aati&lt;br /&gt;chhin liye ho tum zindagi tarannum&lt;br /&gt;kahan se laoon kisko bataoon&lt;br /&gt;koi mila de mujhe fir se wo muhabbat masoom&lt;br /&gt;ya ilahi, maut se darrta nahi hoon main, &lt;br /&gt;maut ke aane se khauf hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;gham mujhko akele sahne do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6521925456785028416?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6521925456785028416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6521925456785028416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6521925456785028416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6521925456785028416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/09/bikhde-ehsaas.html' title='bikhre ehsaas'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7147911894374192964</id><published>2009-08-14T19:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:13:56.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Princess</title><content type='html'>No one is sure about the age but certainly there lived a girl whom all they called the Happy Princess. She was no princes at all but was a simple girl but her beauty made all the Princesses jealous. She was the favorite of all. She played with the flowers, butterflies, birds, dews, sunshine, and clouds as if she was one of them. Bloom would the flower whom she touched all day she enjoyed and everyone enjoyed her songs and dances as she was the lead singer of the natures band and troop leader of the dance group. Every garden longed for her presence as without her touch their beauty would remain veiled. She used to turn every garden into Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day playing with her companions she went into a garden unknowingly that it was the royal garden. Best gardeners took care of the garden but as she was unaware of this garden, the garden lacked as if the Midas touch. She went on playing with her friends into that garden and the flowers started smiling and trees started swaying their brunches and new leaves started reflecting the sunshine and everyone were as if injected with the driving force to live and the glow of life radiated from everyone’s appearance. That garden too started resembling Eden. &lt;br /&gt;The prince was stunned next day when e visited the garden. He asked a flower about the dramatic change and was told about the Happy Princess. The prince immediately started search and after a while he tracked down the Princess where she was singing and dancing in natures tune. When they met and their four eyes met they understood what they understood. The flowers, the clouds, the birds, the dews, the sunshine everyone understood perfectly that their Princess has earned the love of someone very special. They started their celebration.&lt;br /&gt;But the prince had other noble duties to perform. Soon they had to depart but with a promise to meet as soon as possible.  For the first time the Happy Princess felt a strange feeling which caused her pain. For it was sorrow and Happy Princess never felt that before. As the days off separation started to become longer, little by little the Happy Princess regained her former self. She started the sweet notes and dancing again. Her friends who were heartbroken with her change started the fun again, again her troop stated playing and visiting the gardens once again. Everyone threw their grim mood away and started smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;One day similarly, she visited a garden where she never stepped in previously. She never had a more dreadful garden. There were no flowers, no birds, no sunshine, only weed, thorn bushes covered the whole area. But as soon as she started her performance, every hidden beauty responded. The honey bellied flowers started giving their glimpses beneath and the bushes gave away to flower beds. To summarize the old thing happened again. That garden too started to look like Eden. &lt;br /&gt;But the garden belonged to a giant. The giant was so ugly and bad that he was loved by nobody and he in turn too loved nobody. He used to frighten all the passerby and enjoyed that. No flower, no birds, no sunshine for that reason enriched his garden.&lt;br /&gt;He was unaware of the Happy Princess playing in his garden. But when he heard he went to frighten the intruder away. He knew he was so horrible that he had to only stand in front of the intruder and he or she will leave immediately. When he went into the garden the Happy Princess was performing and went on without noticing him. He never experienced such songs or dances before. He was captivated by the beauty. He remained motionless and forgot to drive the Princess away.&lt;br /&gt;After a while the Princess noticed the giant. But like others she did not fade away but came near and smiled and wished him a good morning pleasantly. The giant was mummified as e was ready for this kind of treatment. But he regained his self and tried to frighten her away but somehow all he managed was a smile. He realized that he was losing control of himself. And the Happy Princess took his arm and drew him from his dark corner into the sunshine and he was stupefied by the beauty of the Princess had injected into his garden. He was feeling strangely.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the Princess retuned and the giant realized how eager he was to have the Princess back in his vicinity. They played from morning to evening and Princess went away with a promise to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;It was a new phase of life at beginning for the giant. The Happy Princess became a frequent visitor of that garden.&lt;br /&gt;One day the Eden complained to God that there was a garden actually more beautiful than it was.&lt;br /&gt;But  this has to stop as the prince came back to his greatest possession. That day when the Princess came they played but when the giant as usual asked for the promise to come back the story was different. For the first time the giant saw hesitation on the face of Princess and for the first time she shifted her gaze and in a very low tone said that she would not be able to come from the next day. The giant needed a few moments to take that in. but then he realized that drops of tears flowing down his cheeks. He wondered how he learnt crying as previously it was he who made others cry and enjoyed their tears. Has that Princess taught him to cry?&lt;br /&gt;The Princess taught him to smile too.&lt;br /&gt;The Princess wiped the tears and said, “I will remember u always.”&lt;br /&gt;And then she went.&lt;br /&gt;She never came back again.&lt;br /&gt;With her went the colors. Te garden was gray once again. It was covered with thorns and weeds once again.&lt;br /&gt;The Princess lived with the prince happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;The giant waited for the Princess as long as he lived. All he needed was a glimpse. But he never obtained.&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Princess won admirers wherever she went. She soon forgot all about the ugly giant.&lt;br /&gt;But the ugly giant lived with the aid of the memories of the wonderful time they spent together. And one day lost in her dreams he died.&lt;br /&gt;The giant was obviously taken to hell for his lifelong sins. He was thrown into the fire which burns everything.&lt;br /&gt;But after a while the angels noted that his heart and cheeks were untouched by the fire. When they reported it to God, he smiled and told them that the heart was not burning because it contained love for His most beloved creature and the cheeks were not burning because it was touched by her.&lt;br /&gt;And God did the giant another favor too. He released the giant from hell and turned him into a star so that during the day when the Happy Princess was playing happily, he remained invisible and in the night when the Princess was sleeping, he may watch  the Princess without any obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be able to notice that star but believe me that star do exist as this is a true story. If you don’t believe me ask the Princess herself. You may find her in the kingdom of eternal spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7147911894374192964?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7147911894374192964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7147911894374192964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7147911894374192964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7147911894374192964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='The Happy Princess'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-2124020446382178322</id><published>2009-02-09T16:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:57:35.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tere Aage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kab tamanna thi ke bewajah tujhe kare pareshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intekhaab-e-sher kiya galat tere aage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tujhe suna to sakte hain aaj bhi woh ghazal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruswa kare kyoun meri chahat tere aage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab akele rone de mujhe,o sang-dil sanam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abas kiya sajda hum bahat tere aage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimari badi ajeeb hai,timaardaar kya kare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khulta hai raaz-e-dil-e-Faiz bas tere aage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-2124020446382178322?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/2124020446382178322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=2124020446382178322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2124020446382178322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2124020446382178322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/tere-aage.html' title='Tere Aage'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7113375004849158094</id><published>2009-02-09T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:54:25.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tareeqa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is tarah bhi ajkal dilko samjha leta hoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanhai ko ab main humraaz bula leta hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mere alfaaz na ghazal na gila ban sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apni batein ab khud ko suna leta hoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tujhse shikwa karne ki bhi koi khwaish nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tere dardse dilki mahfil saja leta hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nind to aati nahin in lambi raaton mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is bahane kuch nagmein furqatko suna leta hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7113375004849158094?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7113375004849158094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7113375004849158094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7113375004849158094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7113375004849158094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/tareeqa.html' title='Tareeqa'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-4287936413588920140</id><published>2009-02-09T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:52:34.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tanhayee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yehi duniya kal kisi aur ki deewnai thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo aaj yeh meri dulhan hai to khushi kis baat ki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itna ooncha ja raha hoon main ke darr lagta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitnon ke pairon ke nishan hain par woh nahin hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jitna hi chale bas tanha hote ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kal jinka kalaam yeh gaati thi unki awaaz aaj kahan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itna sune hain apne bare mein taarif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ke wajud apna khud bhulte ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahin is masrufiyat mein had se na bad jaye qadam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yehi soch mein aajkal tabah ho ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-4287936413588920140?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/4287936413588920140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=4287936413588920140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4287936413588920140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4287936413588920140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/tanhayee.html' title='Tanhayee'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-2319058325074077447</id><published>2009-02-09T16:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:49:58.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Speechless it made me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki zindagi gham men bitayi jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki zindagi ro ro ke bitayi jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki kisi ko pyaar kiya jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki pyaar ko ehsaan kaha jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki dil tootne par raahen band ho jaayen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki aansuon ke raaste dard nikal jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki chahat ko nafrat men badla jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki chahat ke liye lafz chune jaayen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki har pal intezaar kiya jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki raat hamesha chandni ki ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki khwahish hamesha dilkashi ki ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki rut sada basant ki rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki har saawan men dil khilen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki har raat andheri hi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki har aankh men roshni ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori nahin ki kisi ko hamraaz banaya jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zaroori to hai ye sochna ki zindagi kaise bitaayi jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek khushi ke peechhe sau dukh bhi laati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;par har andheri raat ke baad ek roshan subah bhi laati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mana ki aansuon se rulaati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;par jeene ke kuchh maqsad bhi sikhati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuchh kho gaya to zindagi khatam nahin hoti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuchh paane ka hausla dilaati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehsaas ko lafzon men bayaan karke kya karoge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehsaas ko rooh se milaati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kabhi kho na jao tum bhatak kar raah pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manzil tumhen baar baar yaad dilati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lafzon ke her pher men ham ulajhte nahin hain Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bas chale aao is paar ki bulaati hai zindagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-2319058325074077447?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/2319058325074077447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=2319058325074077447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2319058325074077447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/2319058325074077447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/speechless-it-made-me.html' title='Speechless it made me'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-14397876366347621</id><published>2009-02-09T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:48:21.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Socho To Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phir judaiike sahra mein tu yaad aayi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phir mere aansuonse woh chaman ban gaya hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usi gulabke rangatpe tum jaan-nisaar ho aaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khun-e-jigarse jiski surkhi humne badhaya hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyoun bekhudike duniya mein doob na jayen hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unke aaneke waadepe kaun ji paya hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri bazmse ruksat hue to koyee shikwa nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aatish-e-dilse hi to raah-e-manzil paya hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khudse naraaz hua phirta hai kyoun aye Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mansub-e-qaatil kab tune samajh paya hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-14397876366347621?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/14397876366347621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=14397876366347621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/14397876366347621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/14397876366347621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/socho-to-zara.html' title='Socho To Zara'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-8891437691811809581</id><published>2009-02-09T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:45:38.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Short couplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kya ajeeb haalat mein hum juda ho rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main tute dilpe ro raha hoon,woh dil todke ro rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mere be-sabab be-wajah sawaalonke aage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woh tera aankhonse haan,hontonsena na yaad hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mera haath chhune ke liye bhirr bhare mahfil mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhuke nazarse woh tera har ek bahana yaad hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyoun ho tabah tumpar gar fanaah hona hi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marne ki bhi koi kaamyaab sabab zaruri hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri hastiko,o bewafaa,kaise karogi nazar-andaaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qaafir ban ne ke liye bahat woh rab zaruri hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aankh mein boondbhar jo paani hai****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aapki baaki yehi nishani hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyaarke chaar pal the jo tere liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri zindagiki tamaam kahani hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mere begunaahi ka aaj ek aur sabut nikla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sajda kiye,to tu paththar ka hi boot nikla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peetke sar,hazaar deewar tod dein lekin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tera dil to usse bhi zyada mazboot nikla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humraaz na ban dost is dil-e-nakaam ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere khilaaf bhi isme shikayatein hi darz hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mujhse meri tanhai ka sabab na pooch yaar mere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is kisse se sahrako rula aaya hoon main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaise kahdoon teri muhabbat dilse mita diya humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dekhle kitni gardishon mein aaj bhi Faiz zinda hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhunde to mil gaya humein raaz-e-khuda bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wafaa ke talaash mein dil bekaraar aaj bhi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chahein to tabah kar dein tumko bas aise hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuch farq hum dono mein aaj bhi salamat hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoke barbaad bhi kabhi bad-dua na kar sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi humse na le taalim mohabbatki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aake bas itna kahdo "tumse pyaar nahin hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabhi to tere zubaanse hum labz pyaar sune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tum agar na milo,qasam tumhari, mar nahin jayenge hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bas saanson ka chalna hi magar zindagi nahin hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bandh aankhonse paas ho itni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aankh khuli to sadiyon ki doori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyaar hai itna phir bhi kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek hai duje ki majboori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere waadeki haqeeqat main janta hoon jab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raat bhar nind phir kis ummeed mein aati nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyaarke dhaage jo asanise kabhi tut-te nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabhi majboor hoke tu to magar aati nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na ho dil mein jagah,thokar mein hi rakhna mujhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lab nahi na sahi,paironse hi choo lena mujhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-8891437691811809581?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/8891437691811809581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=8891437691811809581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8891437691811809581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8891437691811809581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-couplets.html' title='Short couplets'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-1662898225927159543</id><published>2009-02-09T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:43:07.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sawal jawab Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuchh to hai tummen jo auron men nahi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dil ki gahrai men koi baat dabi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahna jo chahte ho tum woh kah nahi paate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kehte bhi ho to yun ki ham samajh nahin paate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ye kaisi bekasi hai kaisa ehsaas hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aankhon men ratjage hain dil men ek aas hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apne bhi dil ka haal kuchh aisa hi samjho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahne ko hai bahut kuchh par kah nahi paate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;socha tha kisi roz tumse kahenge hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tumhaare bina to hum bhi rah nahi paate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;===============================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ai kashke tum yeh bin kahe samajh jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humko bhi kahneke kuch bahane mil jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waise to lakhon batein is dil mein chhupi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kashke sunane layak kuch fasane mil jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is tarahse dil tanha hai ke andazaa nahi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuch tere labonke,hai,tarane mil jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taqdeer kabhi gardishonke bahar to aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kash mujhe bhi chand mausam purane mil jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humraaz na bana sahra ko ai saqi-e-maikhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chahta tu to tujhe bhi sathi suhane mil jate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-1662898225927159543?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/1662898225927159543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=1662898225927159543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1662898225927159543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1662898225927159543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/sawal-jawab-again.html' title='Sawal jawab Again'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3201040702544626277</id><published>2009-02-09T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:41:28.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sawal Jawab(Obviously between she n me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ye hayat na kam pade tere intezaar mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ab to is baatki fiqr lagi rahti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kabhi tu raah bhatke aur yeh ghar raoshan ho jaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isi ummeed me aankhein raat bhar jaagti rahti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tere aaneki aahatse hi dhadkanein behaal hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kya hoga gar tu mile  badi fiqr lagi rahti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu na mili thi jab dil humse gila karta tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abto har waqt ye jaan dilse khafa rahti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really a beautiful composition, I hvn't words to express it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all I like to say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raah bhi aap hain, manzil bhi aap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rooh bhi aap hain aur dil bhi aap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ham to baithe hain qatl hone ke intezaar men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qaatil bhi aap hain aur maqttil bhi aap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zindagi jab bhi bhatakne chalti hai andheron men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roshni banke jo milti hai woh manzil aap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kabhi lagta tha ki duniya men koi hamara nahin hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaj dekhiye banke zindagi zindagi men shaamil aap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3201040702544626277?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3201040702544626277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3201040702544626277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3201040702544626277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3201040702544626277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/sawal-jawabobviously-between-she-n-me.html' title='Sawal Jawab(Obviously between she n me)'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-6241915174138157370</id><published>2009-02-09T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:39:29.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dil chiz kya hai ye to paththar pe asar karte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;log kahte hain bala ise woh to nazar kahte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suraj ke bas me kabse ye din aur raat hone lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palkon ke sahare woh shaam-o-sahar karte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaise maang loon ye nazar apne liye ,bata Aseer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitne hi chaak-e-dil inse zindagi basar karte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6241915174138157370?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6241915174138157370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6241915174138157370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6241915174138157370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6241915174138157370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/nazar.html' title='Nazar'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-4458622609397014518</id><published>2009-02-09T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:38:19.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khwaab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaj phir dost-o-mahol lagne lage hain anjaane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kal raat phir khwabon mein tujhko apna paya tha humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wafaashiyaar bane to gham-e-furqat hi mila tha mujhko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ae dil bata kal kaunsa gunaah kiya tha humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhund rahen the jis dilko hum kayee zamanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere qadmon kal use phirse paya tha humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ro padenge woh,dawa karenge,kal isi badgumanipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bewajah phir use haal-e-dil sunaya tha humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raah-e-maqtal mil gayi hai masjid ki raahse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khuda-o-qatilko kal humsakal paya tha humne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-4458622609397014518?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/4458622609397014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=4458622609397014518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4458622609397014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4458622609397014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/khwaab.html' title='Khwaab'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3054381350126161576</id><published>2009-02-09T16:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:37:31.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kaisi Mod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaunsi yeh mod hai,ya nigaahonka yeh kasoor hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zindagike maqsad saare dhundle hote ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Har koi bulaaye aise apni mahfil mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaise bimaronke basti mein payambar hote ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apna haal-e-dil sunaye aisa humraaz kahan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanhai ab mere raazdaar bane ja rahe hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisa nahin ke mera koi dost nahin hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itne banaye dost ke dushman khudka bane ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zindagi hanske bitate to shayad achcha hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roneke bahane bhi ab kam hi hote ja rahe hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3054381350126161576?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3054381350126161576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3054381350126161576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3054381350126161576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3054381350126161576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/kaisi-mod.html' title='Kaisi Mod'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7419656351619027085</id><published>2009-02-09T16:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:36:42.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gilaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum kabhi nahin samjhe unko,unka yehi dawa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi samjhaye humko ke unko kya samjhaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qaatilka ab khwaish hai khud qatal honeki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In qatilana mansubonse ab khuda bachaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazar-andaaz kiye the hume mausam-e-chahat mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab kya roye jo gham-e-aashiqi sataye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab bhi agar bulaoge to be-jhijhak chale aayenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbadi-e-dil ka koi naya chara chahiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humko gila karneki poori tamanna hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us pariosh chahre ko magar kis dampe rulaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siyahise ki shayri to sab bekaar gayee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shayad unko shayri harf-e-khun mein chahiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bachne ki ummeed pahlehi kho baithe the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marneki bhi sabab magar nazar na aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7419656351619027085?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7419656351619027085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7419656351619027085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7419656351619027085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7419656351619027085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/gilaa.html' title='Gilaa'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-8632524074741112494</id><published>2009-02-09T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:36:09.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ek Ghazal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek zarra ki qismat hum kya karein bayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kisike nazr-e-inayat se dekho woh raks-e-aftaab hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek dil jise maine kainaat mein dhoonda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dekho woh bhi aaj mujhse milneko betaab hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitaronse mukhatib raha dil bahlane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaj dekho mere mahfil mein koi banke mahtab hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tere nazronse piya hai, nashemand ta-umr rahoonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kis kaamke liye yeh phir wajood-e-sharaab hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unke aanese raoshan ho gayi hai dilki mahfil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya khuda kya gazab hai, abhi to rukhpe hijaab hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-8632524074741112494?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/8632524074741112494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=8632524074741112494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8632524074741112494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8632524074741112494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/ek-ghazal.html' title='Ek Ghazal'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-1484823896148644667</id><published>2009-02-09T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:35:31.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fariyad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiski koi subha na ho mujhko khuda woh raat de de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duniya bhi kuch der mere saath andhere mein rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo chhup jayen woh jaage hain jab,soye to jaage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri ruh bhi Allah kare un sitaron mein rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na ja paye woh meri bazm-e-ehsaas ko chhod kar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri mahfil ai kaash in khalk ki nazaron mein rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woh agar ho jayein ruqsat meri mahfilse to bhi mangoon dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na mile phool mein to yaad teri angaron mein rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unhe ashiqon ki kami hai nahi sunle aye Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kya kare tu ke tujh bin bhi woh hazaron mein rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-1484823896148644667?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/1484823896148644667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=1484823896148644667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1484823896148644667'/><link 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liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek munasib raasta chahiye is deewaane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barsonse iqraar ki tamanna dil mein chipaye baithen hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi to bahana mil jaye unko yeh batane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unko bhi yeh ehsaas hai phir bhi anjaan banke rahte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unko achcha mila hai mawka humko satane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paikaan-e-ishq liye kare intezaar woh,yeh kaise sahein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum hi khade hue jab koi na mila nishane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi saqi tanha rahe is mahfil mein mere hote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nashemand bane hi us saaqi-e-maikhane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilke ye baatein kab tak dil mein liye phirega ,aye Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi to mile hamraaz yeh raaz-e-dil sunane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-1227284926790061166?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/1227284926790061166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=1227284926790061166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1227284926790061166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1227284926790061166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-dil-my-personal-choice.html' title='Do Dil, my personal choice'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-6380230299505921662</id><published>2009-02-09T16:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:33:19.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fir se unhi ka kalaam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;main jab chali thi, thi tanha dagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manzil to thi par na jaane kidhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaanton bhara tha mera har safar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thi sooni meri har rahguzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kadi dhoop thi chhaon bilkul na thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;har ek chehra lagta tha ajnabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;umeedon ke diye the bujhne lage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ki achanak mujhko tum mil gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mujhe tum mile kya ki lagne lagi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;har ek cheez bilkul badli hui si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jidhar dekhte hain fazaan hi alag hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ab har ek shai men hai muhabbat basi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6380230299505921662?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6380230299505921662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6380230299505921662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6380230299505921662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6380230299505921662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/fir-se-unhi-ka-kalaam.html' title='fir se unhi ka kalaam'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-6305897467013574789</id><published>2009-02-09T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:31:38.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>not mine but writer is mine 4 sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kya tumne kabhi is taraf bhi hai socha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;koi tere aane ka muntazar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kisi ki nigahen tiki hain dinon par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;koi baat dil men dabi hai kahin par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;koi raaz aankhon ne bhi hai chhupaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tumhaari nazar ne kya jaadu kiya hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ki dil ye tadapta hai milne ko tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tarasti hain nazren tumhen dekhne ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na jaane kate hain ye din kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katenge ye kaise tere aane tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuchh kahna hai tumse magar kya kahoon main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bas itna bata do ki aaoge kab tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ki ham raah takte hain din ginte-ginte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bas itna samajh lo kuchh kahna hai tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahen bhi to kaise ye tum hi bata do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mere soone jazbon ko apni zubaan do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo ek baat dil men hai uska karen kya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bas itna bata do ki aaoge kab tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ki ham bhi tadapte hain milne ko tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-6305897467013574789?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/6305897467013574789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=6305897467013574789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6305897467013574789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/6305897467013574789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-mine-but-writer-is-mine-4-sure.html' title='not mine but writer is mine 4 sure'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-7424542996582171217</id><published>2009-02-09T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:30:01.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bebasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unko tamanna hai ke hum barhke daaman thaame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humko yeh ummeed ke woh raaz-e-dil khole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waise to jab bhi mile humne hazaron batein ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bolein bhi to kaise par yeh kaamki baat bole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dil tarap raha hai kabse bekaraari se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kya karooon ye majboor lab jo na dilki baat bole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek baar to iqraar kar aye mahjabin hasin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bechain ye dil aaj raatko chainse so le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nahi tere bas mein izhaar karna aye Aseer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woh na aaye to aise hi tu unka ho le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-7424542996582171217?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/7424542996582171217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=7424542996582171217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7424542996582171217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/7424542996582171217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/bebasi.html' title='Bebasi'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-4591397333213172413</id><published>2009-02-09T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:29:24.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bakwaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mujhe apna saathi banane se pahle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ye to socho is dil e nakaam se tumhe milega kya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apne bekaar dhadkanon pe kabu paalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inse kahdo ye itne nadaan na bane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mere dilne jo makaam tumhe sanwpa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek zarra  ko bhi usse bahat nafrat hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilme jo baat hai woh tumse to kah dein lekin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ai kaash mujhe bhi ho khabar kaunse woh baatein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banane chale ho jise tum apna saathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paas aao tumhe uske khilaaf samjhate hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-4591397333213172413?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/4591397333213172413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=4591397333213172413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4591397333213172413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4591397333213172413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2009/02/bakwaas.html' title='Bakwaas'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-8010471903412681871</id><published>2009-02-09T16:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:28:32.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anjaam e Muhabbat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apne pyaarka anjaam janta hoon lekin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mautko sochke kab zindagi jiya jata hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sulagte hue raahon mein kyoun na chale naange paaon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meri aankhonko teri manzilka pata aata hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumhari benakaab surat hume duniya dikhana chahti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unki nadanipe to yeh dil bhi haans leta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dushman hi sahi,aayenge zahar pilane ke liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isi ummeed mein Faiz aaj bhi ji leta hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-8010471903412681871?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/8010471903412681871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=8010471903412681871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8010471903412681871'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;qasd-e-zindagi to kabhi ehsaas-e-hayat ko dhoonda&lt;br /&gt;mile koi chaak-e-qabaa jinko hum bhi sujud karein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raah-e-nusrat mein fahli hai kuchle huye armaan-o-sar&lt;br /&gt;humne to chalna chhod diya, karna jo ma'abud karein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har rooh nangi sahi har chahra ba-hijaab hai&lt;br /&gt;asal ki parwah na hai to phir kyun jama sood karein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raah-e-jahaan kab badli hai justju-e-Aseer se&lt;br /&gt;aao chhode raah-e-fasaadi, aao ke iski taabud karein&lt;br /&gt;some typical urdu words I used are&lt;br /&gt;qasd= maqsad, aim&lt;br /&gt;qabaa= long dress, especially black&lt;br /&gt;nusrat= kaamyaabi, success&lt;br /&gt;ma'abud= ilahi, God&lt;br /&gt;sood= interest, byaj&lt;br /&gt;raah-e-fasaadi= rebel ways&lt;br /&gt;Aseer= Qaidi, prisoner&lt;br /&gt;taabud= servitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3272098702990357991?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3272098702990357991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3272098702990357991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3272098702990357991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3272098702990357991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/05/ek-bhari-ghazal.html' title='Ek bhari ghazal'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-8371554006462253795</id><published>2008-04-30T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:04:13.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harun bhai, miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hot Kolkata afternoon. It was my first day in Kolkata after I came home and I had planned my trip for no less than 21 days to travel a distance of 23 kilometers. But I will keep it short so that the occasional surfer can read before his interest vaporizes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was travelling from Park Street to Howrah Station in a all new white line bus introduced by WB govt. It is bound to stop at very few stops but the mid day traffic was making it to stop after every inch. I was fortunate to get a window seat. Beside me sat a young Bengali mother with his 6 or 7 years old son. A quick glance told me that they were perhaps not economically well off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bus crawled to Esplanade and just in front of RajBhavan it stopped&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;due to traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anybody who has been to Kolkata may know how majestic this building looks from outside (can’t confirm about the inside view for obvious reasons).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly the boy asked his mother who was sitting beside me in bored silence, perhaps due to the 43 degree we had that day, “Maa, whose house is this?” . “The Governor lives here.” The young mother replied “haven’t you read about him in your school?”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“He has a big house” the boy exclaimed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, the boy said “Maa, suppose if we were to live in this house and the governor in our house. He would have died of the heat. He would have died when the electricity is gone”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Young mother was embarrassed. She tried to change the topic but the boy again asked “Maa wouldn’t they let us live here even for one day?”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Harun-al-Rashid, are you listening?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-8371554006462253795?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/8371554006462253795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=8371554006462253795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8371554006462253795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/8371554006462253795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/04/harun-bhai-miss-you.html' title='Harun bhai, miss you'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-5091803363499127815</id><published>2008-03-28T01:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:41:10.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal</title><content type='html'>yaqeen ban gaya hai jab tijarat ka ik samaan&lt;br /&gt;ay dil kahin aur chal ke hai tu ab bhi nadaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har fakr tut gaya har garur jhootha paya&lt;br /&gt;ab karte hain doston ke bedili pe hi gumaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waqif hoon khoob haqiqat-e-ranayee se main&lt;br /&gt;koi to par bahlaye ke zakhm bharna hai asaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is ikhtesaar-e-khatirdari se jab mujarrab hai tu&lt;br /&gt;phir kyun is mahfil se aaj Aseer hai hairaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab jab aankhein benoor hai nashaad hai ye rooh&lt;br /&gt;ab sab parda uth chuka hai, benaqaab hai insaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-5091803363499127815?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/5091803363499127815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=5091803363499127815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5091803363499127815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5091803363499127815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghazal.html' title='Ghazal'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3785569660131204455</id><published>2008-03-25T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:04:52.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A Conversation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Recorded by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Faiz A Faiz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;31/10/06&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none double; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 2.25pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mourya Sheraton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: Mourya Sheraton. National summit of a renowned institute is going on. The ACs are off. Students are in suits(which according to them are of cheap quality and highly uncomfortable). Two students A and B are sitting together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: don’t we loo perfect clown in this get up?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: Yeah, we do. (pauses)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;But then an educated person should always look like. Remember how much we pay those fashion designers to décor ourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: at least the ACs should be on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: I feel so. (takes a deep breath) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(continues…) faculties are here too but they are in more comfortable clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(suddenly everyone claps. Guess is another honcho has just finished his lecture).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A and B also clap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: Why the hell are you clapping? You don’t even know the topic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B; Gentlemen claps only when others are clapping i.e. when they feel they should clap , they clap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(yawns..) I don’t understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: What?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: Why they expect us to understand topics in 30 minutes which they took 30 years to understand?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: exactly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: It’s so monotonous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: cheer up. At least you are in a 5 tar hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: It is even more pathetic. For two days we are in a 5 star hotel and we haven’t enjoyed for a single moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: (sigh…) You talk so well. You are almost always correct.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: It is not like that. You have a very agreeable nature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: oh, it’s nothing. But by God, look at her (and they get engaged in a deep conversation about a very beautiful girl who is their classmate).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suddenly everyone stands up and takes their shoes in their hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: now, he has not talked that badly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: but he is asking for it. And as a future manager you must learn how to please everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: But you can’t please both Rama and Ravana at the same time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: Then you are not a good manager. You will never be on that podium to bore the future generation even after 20 yrs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: I wonder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: For the next 6 hours you are only allowed to do that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A; don’t forget the sleep factor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B laughs. Then cautiously checks whether anyone is noticing. Then relaxes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Another honcho finishes. Among clapping comes the most awaited announcement. Students are asked to take their tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;With plateful of unknown delicacies they start roaming. They come face to face with advertisements.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: now what Hutch expects to gain by sponsoring our summit? All of us to change our connexions to Hutch?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: oh no. its called quid pro quo. Our college will say “you know, HUTCH sponsored our summit” and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hutch will say “you know, we were the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;main sponsor of that summit at Sheraton”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: Its so silly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: everything regarding this is. (starts singing… yaara silli&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;silly birha ke dhup me jalna)….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jaan jalake rakh diya is silly thing ne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tea finishes. They reluctantly retraces to their seats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lecture starts again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: What about the faculty? Aren’t they bored?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: I don’t know but I wish they are. They bore us everyday in class so let them get bored at least for two days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: (mockingly) you bad boy. You should respect your teachers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: (seriously) oh, but I do, I do. Now don’t drag me into any controversy. I am not a second class heroine of bollywood who are forced to survive on controversy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: (excitingly) have you seen my new Katrina Kaif wallpaper in my lapy? She is looking so cute.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: she always look cute, whether on your lapy or not. (smiles)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none double; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 2.25pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Then they doze for a while, curtain comes down.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Part-II&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene: summit has ended for the day. Its evening. A and B are on the street outside the hotel, walking towards hostel probably to save a few rupees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: So how was the day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: you know that yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: I was but sleeping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: I can’t claim that I was awake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: What do you think about the whole thing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: That I wanna to be in the disciplinary&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;committee next year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: ‘coz none was monitoring heir activities. You can be free.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: god observation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: oh that’s nothing. You only have to keep your eyes open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: oh, but you were sleeping, weren’t you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(both starts laughing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: I can’t find a cigarette shop!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: oh, there is one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(They both lit and drags with closed eyes. Tremendous pleasure is visible on their face.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: now I feel burdens removed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: huh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Silently they drag for a few moments)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: so. What do you make out of the topic of the summit?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: what was ir?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(they try to remember, stress is evident)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: it was something like “unleashing India’s transformation for growth potential” or was it “transforming India’s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;growth potential for unleashing”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(they both discuss the topic&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and after various permutation and combination of those words agree that the topic was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“India’s potential growth for transforming unleashed”).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: now what does that mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: MBAs shouldn’t discuss topics which have any real meaning. The topics must be obscure. Only then they can debate. You know, you can only discuss and argue when nobody knows the answer and nobody understand the topic. So a very well chosen topic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A: are you a cynic? Never do you talk straight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;B: whatever I do I have learnt from the big-shots. This is not an exception.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Unfinished…………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3785569660131204455?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3785569660131204455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3785569660131204455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3785569660131204455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3785569660131204455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/03/conversation.html' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-5987091055421749238</id><published>2008-03-24T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:53:23.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interracial plights........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people always claim about the unity of Indian subcontinent and to drive it into our subconscious quite consciously, they make us read it during our early years of education (this also means this theory is only saleable to the educated or better to say degree holders). But tell me is it so? Diversity is so much visible, Punjabis are popular jokestock of others, a Bengali is always a small and not-so-brave and uri-baba saying creatures and Biharis are uneducated (hats off to our union railway minister for popularizing this image) and a Jatth only understands about his latth. They say about cricket, but a Bengali will always pray for a century from Sourav and win for India is a secondary issue. So, grave is the problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well if I elaborate on this issue then it will advertise only my poor and shallow knowledge. So I will talk about how this diversity or its language aspect can be killer for interracial friendship or relationship. I had three such experiences and I will list them chronologically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met this boy Jawed during my engg. Days. Along with others I was down to the dining hall and we had two chairs between us. But none of us knew the other. Neither it was known to me that Jawed doesn’t speak Bengali at all but can only guess. We started and somebody asked Jawed for the pulse which in Bengali is “Daal de”. Now the point is here D of Daal is as in Doll. Jawed was perplexed, and he smiled (those rather sheepish smiles people produce when they don’t understand at all, sorry Jawed bhai). The boy who asked was also surprised and asked someone else to forward the bowl of pulse. I was intrigued and when we made for our rooms on the third floor (of course that floor only, all the lower floors were preferred by the seniors) I asked him. He candidly said in hindi, I don’t understand Bengali, I am trying to learn. And that boy was asking me “Daal de” and I cudnt understand “kya Daalna hai”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This friend of mine produced a lot of gems during his early Bengali learning months like when he developed a tummy he lamented, in bengali of course, “amar pet hoyeche” which in Bengali means ….ummmmmm….. blush blush………….. I am pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I will not go listing all these as he used to produce one or two gems daily. Rather one day I went into his room looking for someone to accompany me to the far located snacks shop (well that is how my English skill translates a telebhaja or pakoda shop). He also said “yaar, I need a copy so I am coming of course”. We two moved and I was happy that he is purchasing coffee and thinking about how to get the maximum share of it. We two went to the snacks shop and had a favorite Bengali light food (by that time Jawed bhai was quite comfortable with that). Then we moved to the local stationary and I on Jawed’s request asked the shop owner for coffee. He produced a Nescafe costing around 50. I asked Jawed and he said “how come I know which size you want”. I was a bit perplexed but shrugged, considered and settled for a pack worth Rs. 25. Then I was looking towards Jawed to make the payment and vice versa. It was his turn of shrugging now and he produced his wallet and we started moving towards our hostel. Halfway Jawed startled and said, “yaar, I forgot to buy my copy”. I was bamboozled and reminded him of our recent purchase. He said “who needs coffee, I thought you need it, mujhe likhne ke liye copy chahiye(I need an exercise book to write on)”. Then we went back and fabricated a story on our way to cover our foolhardiness and somehow replaced the coffee with a copy. Not knowing the term popularly used for exercise books in hindi speaking regions, thus, demolished my hope of an early morning coffee before going to bed at someone else’s expense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, this one is quite serious one if we consider all mother-in-laws and daughter-in-laws share relationship like those portrayed in Ekta Kapoor’s soaps. My mother recently visited me in Dilli and looking at me produced one of her fond declaration “you look deadly thin and you need nutrition”. Well, I am engaged to a girl who is trying to learn Bengali very earnestly but sadly, isn’t Bengali. She duly paid a visit and I sent them both shopping, one acting as guide another one the explorer. It started with my mother’s announcement of going out to buy some sabzi and her daughter-to-be’s astonishment and suggestion that here in Dilli the hotels are of poor quality, not at all comparable to those of Lucknow’s and my mother shouldn’t buy sabzi from outside but should prepare those herself as I have the cooking facilities with me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please note Sabzi in Bengali means raw vegetables and in Hindi cooked curries. I solved it for them but hardly knew what was coming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was busy surfing when the call came. My mobile showed an incoming call from my beloved’s mobile and I picked it up. She was almost whispering and asked me “babu, tum log magarmach khate ho?” meaning “Do you people eat crocodiles?”. I was stunned by this and gently enquired what on earth made her think that. Then she handed the phone to my mother who enquired something sounding similar “babu, ekhane magur mach kothai paoa jai re?” meaning “where can I find &lt;i style=""&gt;Magur &lt;/i&gt;fish here?”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. Magur is a species of fish which Bengalis prefer as nutritious and easy to digest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-5987091055421749238?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/5987091055421749238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=5987091055421749238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5987091055421749238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/5987091055421749238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/03/interracial-plights.html' title='Interracial plights........................'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-1130572007401363111</id><published>2008-02-04T02:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:07:25.562+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A few way to know whether u love me</title><content type='html'>If I have the qualities u like and i have the faults which pains u- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If I bring a smile on ur face and I can make u sob- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If I have the jokes which makes u laugh and I have the sorrows which make u sad- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If I have the pleasant features which u admire and I have the vices u can't tolerate - then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If u praise falsely for what I do poorly and show carelessness for my genuine qualities - then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If u leave my hand suddenly and if u grab it again.- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If you remain aloof in public about my achievements and congratulate me when none is around- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If u find my thousand qualities and u wonder what in me attracts u- then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If u phone just to hear my voice and you wonder why u phoned - then u love me.&lt;br /&gt;If u love to listen me getting praised and you think you alone have te right to do it- then you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if u love me then u love me but if u realise I love u the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-1130572007401363111?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/1130572007401363111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=1130572007401363111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1130572007401363111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/1130572007401363111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-way-to-know-whether-u-love-me.html' title='A few way to know whether u love me'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-3315194990251888562</id><published>2008-01-17T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:02:47.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Illusions are made on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am having a bad day with my sore left hand and found it another suitable excuse to skip my college. And while sitting and idly dragging my 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; cigarette of the day I started wondering about what made love marriages fail. Or the failure even before that. And believe me this sudden action of thought led me to the heights of philosophers of past like Socrates. I felt like writing down it with distant and highly imaginative hope of someone invariably have&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a sore left hand like me and out of boredom will read this crap .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First let me tell you, I am no Shri Hanuman bhakt myself. During adolescence I also had a sweet pain on the left side of my chest when saw any beautiful creature of opposite sex. And I think I used to take as long as 15 minutes to decide whether I am in love or not and the answer almost invariably was yes. Then some imagination of proposing her and asking friends for advice and cooperation which they were only glad to supply. But once in a while I had to drop the idea of even thinking of her and had to satisfy my inner feelings by expressing them on paper which I would later call as poems, like when I decided I am in love with a girl who occupied the seat facing me on a local train for one hour and three minutes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming back from my own delightful experiences, I would really like to say something on the topic which is indicated by the heading. Love is the most beautiful feeling in this world. And please take my word as individual and don’t start thinking how u reacted when she accepted u as her boyfriend. But certainly love is the most blinding feeling in the world too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suppose you met someone in chat or in ur school or college or office or any place u can think of(I personally don’t venture into much places so I cant name more). But how much you(if u r thinking that these u’s are indicating u then please remind urself that these u’s are actually I’s) really know about whom your heart skips a beat. Only That portion which s/he has made u see. Or when u gather information from your friends(I am sure of this step too, don’t forget my past) they confirm only what they have been allowed to see. And all of us including you the reader and I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the blogger show to the world our best parts only, very carefully blocking out images that can hurt our stature. So the very beginning of relationship is based on half truth(Ardha satya, in Indian language) which is deadlier than lie. I think Bhagbad geeta has a couplet on this although I m not sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now any relationship which is not based on truth is fragile. It might take some months to break or sometimes some years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happens when we start discovering or rather unearthing the secret character of our best wo/man?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a blind person who went to see an elephant. When he saw the elephant, rather touched it he unfortunately touched the tail. And he started thinking that the elephant is not that big at least. He was very afraid of big animals. Someday later with the blessing of God he got his vision and he almost died after seeing his beloved pet elephant. It is soooooooooo big.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you play football(I guess you must have played until u follow my footstep and call it a barbarian game) and when occasionally u get the chance to kick it your foot comes in contact with a very small portion of the whole surface of the ball. And it can be either black or white (guessing u play with an old fashioned football with alternate black and white hexagons). If you love the color black and your foot comes to the black hexagon your foot, who is only seeing the black portion will like the ball tremendously. Same if u or ur foot rather loved white and came in touch with white. The problem arises when the foot starts thinking the whole football is of the colour which it met and liked and falls in love with the ball. Late in the due course of the game it comes in contact with the other color which is strikingly different and almost opposite of what it loves it becomes horrified. And more to come, a close observation tells ur&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;foot that the football is made up of equal portion of black and white leathers and the love dies almost immediately. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now all those who are reading this blog and having a perfect relationship with “him or her” must be cursing me or worse laughing their heart out with my silly points and Mr Know-All attitude (In Bengali we call this kinda creature Sabjanta). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wont take much time of urs anymore as my left hand has already started complaining loudly and my poor English is already hard pressed. Please don’t leave ur views as I don’t know how to check them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I once again hereby thank u for your patient you showed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-3315194990251888562?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/3315194990251888562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=3315194990251888562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3315194990251888562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/3315194990251888562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/01/illusions-are-made-on-earth.html' title='Illusions are made on earth'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000674699196359140.post-4738094152847312546</id><published>2008-01-03T05:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:21:52.615+05:30</updated><title type='text'>how to create a blog?</title><content type='html'>after orkutting and making fake profiles there its a new craze to make a blogspot. it was good foresight of google i must say. it atleast gives u a feeling of owning a website(even i read it in bloggers). anyway i strated trying with experts of various fields tipping me using another google project GTalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fill the first page is easy. but problem came in second page. guides explained to me various fiields and their significance too well(i cant complaint against them, they had other commitments to other chatters) but what the hell shud i name it?&lt;br /&gt;I can name it Faiz(its my blog and not me) neither Aseer(this is not my name at all) so i ordered my grey cells to come up with a name seeing which every surfer feels an uncontrollable urge of going thru it. It came up with names like bubbles of thoughts(bubbleofthoughts) or nanothoughts but seemingly some other blogger has used their cells much before i did today. I thot of my id which describes me as a cautious lawbreaker but thot of its implication and suddenly remembered abt the always tightening cyber laws and abstained myself from using that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt to give up. at this time of night(actually dawn) all the green dots in my gtalk was evaporating. so i thot with full concentration and came up with this ingenious name(never complain if u have heard this name before, u didnt register it with blogger and thats it). So i promptly maned it devil's doctrine and wow!!!!!!!!!!! i m writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it such a great feeling to own a website. i always wondered about those fortunate ones who owned sites. and look at me, now i am one of them. I think i am going to lose lots of sleep for the next week or so. man o man , this is a great responsibility thrust upon me by God and I cant neglect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after this bries ceaserian experience(i am referring to vini ,vidi,vici) I m off for my bed todawn(i think tonight is inappropriate). May God help me in this noble mission of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000674699196359140-4738094152847312546?l=fewgreycells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/feeds/4738094152847312546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000674699196359140&amp;postID=4738094152847312546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4738094152847312546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000674699196359140/posts/default/4738094152847312546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fewgreycells.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-create-blog.html' title='how to create a blog?'/><author><name>lonesome.wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05194171403194694412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CloMp-pvlqA/SrEesHsipKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q5cpt9iYNtY/S220/pp+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
