<?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-1076894753794467716</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:59:04.399-07:00</updated><category term='माझी अमेरिका वारी (My Stay In Undefined State of Amrika)'/><category term='व्यक्ति आणि वल्ली (Some special people in my life )'/><category term='Random Picks from my e-mail Archive'/><category term='मराठी कविता'/><category term='My Favorite Songs'/><category term='पुणेरी पाट्या'/><category term='Some random thoughts..'/><title type='text'>My random thoughts and photos</title><subtitle type='html'>Just thought to share my random thoughts and photos with all. And some good collection... Not a very good writer or photographer.. But would always like to keep trying..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-2711391260672389904</id><published>2009-04-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:04:47.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='माझी अमेरिका वारी (My Stay In Undefined State of Amrika)'/><title type='text'>When I missed my…</title><content type='html'>People miss their train, they miss bus, they forget their things in Auto. But me.. I am a legend. You know what, people like me will always do outstanding things. I missed my flight. How.. This is actually very embarrassing time in my life. Everyone was laughing at me, some people were angry at me. I still don’t know why and how it happened. How could I? So many how's were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try putting it in words for you. One fine day or evening I think, I planned with few friends to visit Washington DC. So I booked my flight till New York and from there bus tour for DC. As usual after researching for lowest rate and time etc. Everything was perfect and planned. And grrrrr.. I still don’t know from where it went into my thick head, that my flight is at 8 PM.(Flight was at 7 pm) . I had asked Jiten to drop me to airport. At 6 he called, and we decided we will start at 6:30. I just opened my laptop to confirm flight, and I was shocked..I have no word what I felt after that. Suddenly I realized it’s at 7 pm. I took my bags, called Jiten. I bet he never drove that fast in life. But it was too late, flight was gone, and that was the last flight on that day. So no hopes were left. I had ruined all the plans with my one mistake. From airport, we went out for dinner. I was in so bad mood, was not even able to eat. I had lost almost all senses I think. Not sure, what I was doing or talking. It was sleepless night for me. Next 2 days were very painful. Everyone who knew, I was going to travel, was surprised and maybe was laughing at me. How could she? She is a big fool. Some were angry at me as I flushed their plans too and I know some still are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I tried to convince myself with saying things like, this happened for good and all logic. But I am myself not yet convinced. This incident kind of took off my confidence. Till date, I am afraid of booking any flight or make any plans. Always this fear inside me will tell me; something wrong will happen if I travel. &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="16"&gt;म्हणतात&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="17"&gt;ना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="18"&gt;दुधानी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="19"&gt;तोंड&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="20"&gt;पोळलं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="21"&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="22"&gt;माणूस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="23"&gt;ताकही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="24"&gt;फुंकून&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="25"&gt;पितो&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="26"&gt;माझं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="27"&gt;थोड़ं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="28"&gt;तसं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="29"&gt;झालंय&lt;/span&gt; .. Before that, I was responsible and matured person as per lot of people. But I proved myself as irresponsible and a fool in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget how this one flight took so many things away from me. Things I had gained in past few years. And will never forgive myself for doing this. Well, it was just one hour difference. And I never had any intention to do so. And still things were ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time, these memories are kind of going away now and I am moving ahead. My friends truly helped me to get my lost confidence back. Now, everyone asks me to forward my flight itinerary and I get at least 7-8 calls to remind me flight time. :)  I believe that’s one treasure I have and can never afford to lose it, even if I am gonna miss 100 flights like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning for new travels now. Surely there will be new adventures; some new stupidity of mine will be there. And do you all remember &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="19"&gt;Jab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="20"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; Met. &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="0"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="0"&gt;अगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="4"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="1"&gt;करीना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="17"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="2"&gt;याने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="18"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="3"&gt;के&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="5"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="4"&gt;गीत&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="6"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="5"&gt;ट्रेन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miss &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="7"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="6"&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="8"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="7"&gt;करती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="9"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="8"&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="10"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="9"&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="11"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="10"&gt;पिक्चर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="12"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="11"&gt;आगे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="13"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="12"&gt;बनती&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="14"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="13"&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="16"&gt;&lt;span title="Click to correct" class="transl_class" id="14"&gt;ना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I missed my flight to start with my movie :) what say!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-2711391260672389904?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2711391260672389904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=2711391260672389904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/2711391260672389904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/2711391260672389904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-miss-my.html' title='When I missed my…'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-5780213063165096190</id><published>2009-04-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:55:01.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some random thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Jaane Tu ya Jaane Naa...  From My View</title><content type='html'>Typical bollywood cute love story with joys and sorrows, happiness and heartbreaks, laughter, songs and fights…and a happy climax at airport. Jai Singh Rathore aka Rats, and Aditi aka Meow are best friends. Jai and Aditi are perfect for each other. Friends know this. Parents know this. Everybody knows this but do Rats and Meow know? Can two people ever, truly, know the secrets of their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie left me with few questions. Can a girl and boy ever be best friends? This one is Hum Tum question. Love does come in between them. Answer is always smthing like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“एक लड़का और लड़की कभी दोस्त नही हो सकते .. ये प्यार बीच में आ जाता है”.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. I don’t no nor I am sure. Yeah, but You can never be friends again once love comes in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to some funny couples in movie… Rotlu likes Aditi and Bombs like Jai. Rotlu and Bombs come together becaz they don’t want to be alone. Will such relationships sustain kind of  based on liking or disliking someone else? Well.. but then one thing was proved. Never cry for someone who was never yours and will never be. Better look for other options then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushant is very handsome, possessive, rude, kind of violent.. But he can easily impress any girl. There are so many Sushants around us. Aditi is not wrong if she chose Sushant. On very first impression Sushant really looks perfect. Even I liked him. :) Is it really possible to know how someone really is? Sometimes even years pass still you can't figure it out. Since it’s a movie, he exposes himself i front of Aditi. Real life Sushant will never get exposed. I am not supporting him but still isn't it obvious that he would go mad... His fiancee is planning to go away from him for 3 long years and finally is in love with someone else. Haha.. Personally even I would go nuts if my fiance plans to go away like this :) Hmm.. he is portrayed more dark to show Jai good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lets come to Meghana. She is a sweet girl. Jai and Meghana are dating. Looks like Meghana really likes him. But probably Jai is just dating her to show everyone, that he is not in love with Aditi. Is it fair with Meghana? What's her fault? She has never hided anything from Jai even her weirdness. It was in fact Jai's turn to understand her and help her with her problems. But he is now only thinking about Aditi, that too because he is now jealous. Why do we never realize our feelings unless we see our beloved with someone else? We hurt some innocent people in this who are not responsible for any of these things and eventually even lose beloved ones too. I am not saying that he/she is wrong or right. But no one has any rights to play with someone's life. In real life, imagine what will happen to Meghana and Sushant. Have they done any crime? But just because 2 people are not true or do not know or try to hide their feelings, 4 people suffer in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few more characters in movie like Aditi's mom and Dad, her brother. I really liked her Mom's character. Maybe because of experience, but she talks the truth of life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all keep looking for that special someone. But we tend to forget those special someone already around us. We lose them in search of some unknown fantasy.&lt;/span&gt; Both her parents are respecting her decision, supporting her and even her brother.Then I just thought about Jai's mom and Dad. 2 extremely opposite people are married. Imagine if Jai's dad was alive, what would have happened in real life. Was it possible for them to stay together? We laugh when he is behind frame. But if it was real, it wouldn't be so easy. Don’t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Enough I guess. I have already ruined this sweet love story. Sorry to all Jane tu fans. One good thing I believed here, that your best friend can become love of your life. You just need to change perspective. So one should never restrict any relation with some name or some criteria like this one has to be my friend for life time or my love has to be like this and all.. And more all you never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, isn't it true &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Known Devil Is Always Better Than Unknown Ghost? !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;जाने तू या जाने ना, माने तू या माने ना !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-5780213063165096190?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5780213063165096190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=5780213063165096190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/5780213063165096190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/5780213063165096190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaane-tu-ya-jaane-naa.html' title='Jaane Tu ya Jaane Naa...  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हैं,&lt;br /&gt;कभी कबीरा दीवाना था कभी मीरा दीवानी हैं,&lt;br /&gt;यहाँ सब लोग कहते हैं मेरी आखों में आंसू हैं,&lt;br /&gt;जो तू समझे तोः मोती हैं जो ना समझे तोः पानी हैं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मत पूँछ की क्या हाल है मेरा तेरे आगे ,&lt;br /&gt;तू देख के क्या रंग हैं तेरा मेरे आगे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;समंदर पीर का अन्दर हैं लेकिन रो नहीं सकता ,&lt;br /&gt;यह आंसू प्यार का मोती हैं इसको खो नहीं सकता ,&lt;br /&gt;मेरी चाहत को दुल्हन तू बना लेना मगर सुन ले,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;जो मेरा हो नहीं पाया वोह तेरा हो नहीं सकता &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भ्रमर कोई कुमुदनी पर मचल बैठा तोः हंगामा,&lt;br /&gt;हमारे दिल में कोई ख्वाब पल बैठा तोः हंगामा,&lt;br /&gt;अभी तक डूब कर सुनते थे सब किस्सा मोहोब्बत का,&lt;br /&gt;मैं किस्से को हकीकत में बदल बैठा तोः हंगामा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-488b5eca4a0b1118" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-9059422216791736687</id><published>2009-04-06T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:57:36.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Picks from my e-mail Archive'/><title type='text'>Beneath A Laughing Face</title><content type='html'>As I remember the times we spend besides the lake,&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder, was it love or was the feeling fake? &lt;p&gt;The fun rides, beach blues and the lush garden greens,&lt;br /&gt;Without you around everything is not just seen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Giving up everything, just for your sake,&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything, that you forgot to take?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waiting up all the time besides the phone to ring,&lt;br /&gt;Catching to the tunes of the songs we sing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As my heart breaks, I try to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;But still all our memories make me flip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With everyday, the feeling for you gets tender,&lt;br /&gt;And every moment, makes my love grow stronger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really couldn’t stand the pressure or the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Not talking to or not seeing you, makes me go insane.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really wished, I felt that we were still one,&lt;br /&gt;do you remember, all the laughter and the fun?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sharing my love to someone else is not my case,&lt;br /&gt;So I hide my broken heart beneath a laughing face।&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-From Pravs World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-9059422216791736687?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ख्याल आता है,&lt;br /&gt;के ये बदन ये निघायें मेरी अमानत है..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यह गेशुओं कि घनी छाओं है मेरी खातिर,&lt;br /&gt;ये होठ और ये बाहें मेरी अमानत है..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है,&lt;br /&gt;के जैसे बजती है शहेनाइयां सी राहों में..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सुहाग रात है घूंघट उठा रह हूँ में,&lt;br /&gt;सिमट रही हे तु शर्मा के मेरी बाँहों में..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है,&lt;br /&gt;जैसे तू मुझे चाहेगी उम्रभर यूंही.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उठेगी मेरी तरफ प्यार की नज़र यूंही,&lt;br /&gt;मैं जानता हूँ के तू ग़ैर मगर यूंही..&lt;br /&gt;कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;की जिंदगी तेरी ज़ुल्फों की नर्म छाओं में गुजरने पाती&lt;br /&gt;तो शादाब हो भी सकती थी.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मगर यह हो न सका, मगर यह हो न सका ,&lt;br /&gt;और अब यह आलम है,&lt;br /&gt;की तू नहीं, तेरा ग़म, तेरी जुस्तुजू भी नहीं.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गुज़र रही है कुछ इस तरह जिंदगी की जैसे,&lt;br /&gt;इसे किसी के सहारे की आरजू भी नहीं.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना कोई राह ना, ना कोई मंजिल, ना रौशनी का सोराघ&lt;br /&gt;भटक रही है अंधेरों में जिंदगी मेरी,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इन्ही अंधेरों में रह जाऊँगा खोकर,&lt;br /&gt;मैं जानता हूँ मेरी हमनाफाज़ , मगर यूँही&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ&lt;br /&gt;पल दो पल मेरी कहानी है&lt;br /&gt;पल दो पल मेरी हस्ती है&lt;br /&gt;पल दो पल मेरी जवानी है&lt;br /&gt;मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुझसे पहेले कितने शायर आये और आकर चले गए&lt;br /&gt;कुछ आन्हें भरकर लौट गए कुछ नगमे गा कर चले गए&lt;br /&gt;वोह भी एक पल का किस्सा थे मैं भी एक पल का किस्सा हूँ&lt;br /&gt;कल तुमसे जुदा हो जाऊंगा जो आज तुम्हारा हिस्सा हूँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कल और आएंगे नगमों की खिलती कलियाँ चुननेवाले&lt;br /&gt;मुझसे बेहतर कहनेवाले तुमसे बहेतर सुननेवाले&lt;br /&gt;कल कोई मुझको याद करे क्यों कोई मुझको याद करे&lt;br /&gt;मसरूफ ज़माना मेरे लिए क्यों वक़्त अपना बरबाद करे&lt;br /&gt;मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;मैं हर एक पल का शायर हूँ&lt;br /&gt;हर एक पल मेरी कहानी है&lt;br /&gt;हर एक पल मेरी हस्ती है&lt;br /&gt;हर एक पल मेरी जवानी है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रिश्तों का रूप बदलता है, बुनियादें ख़तम नहीं होती&lt;br /&gt;ख्वाबों की और उमंगो की, मियादें ख़तम नहीं होती&lt;br /&gt;एक फूल में तेरा रूप बसा एक फूल में मेरी जवानी है&lt;br /&gt;एक चेहरा तेरी निशानी है, एक चेहरा मेरी निशानी है&lt;br /&gt;मैं हर एक पल का शायर हूँ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुझको मुझको जीवन अमृत, अब इन हाथों से पीना है&lt;br /&gt;इनकी धड़कन में बसना है, इनकी साँसों में जीना है&lt;br /&gt;तू अपनी अदाएं बख्श इन्हें में अपनी वफाएं देता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;जो अपने लिए सोची थी कभी, वोह सारी  दुआएं देता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं हर एक पल का शायर हूँ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-5519903609937433828?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5519903609937433828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=5519903609937433828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/5519903609937433828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/5519903609937433828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/1975.html' title='कभी कभी शायरी.. फ़िल्म कभी कभी (1975)'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-6886877330607714157</id><published>2009-02-26T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:10:19.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Songs'/><title type='text'>Tribute to गुरुदत्त - Legendary फ़िल्म maker and great actor</title><content type='html'>My dad is big fan of &lt;span class=""&gt;gurudatt.&lt;/span&gt; Me too like his some movies and songs This one is little sad but somehow I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जाने वो कैसे लोग थे जिनके&lt;br /&gt;प्यार को प्यार मिला&lt;br /&gt;हमने तो जब कलियाँ मांगी&lt;br /&gt;काटों का हार मिला&lt;br /&gt;जाने वो ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खुशियों की मंजिल ढूँढी तो&lt;br /&gt;गम की गर्द मिली&lt;br /&gt;चाहत के नगमे चाहे तो&lt;br /&gt;आन्हें सर्द मिली&lt;br /&gt;दिल के बोझ को धुंधला कर गया जो गमका हार मिला&lt;br /&gt;हमने तो जब ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिछड़ गया .. बिछड़ गया हर साथी देकर&lt;br /&gt;पल दो पल का साथ&lt;br /&gt;किसको फुरसत है जो थामे दीवानों का हाथ&lt;br /&gt;हमको अपना साया तक अक़सर बेजार मिला&lt;br /&gt;हमने तो जब ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इसको ही जीना कहते हैं तो&lt;br /&gt;यूँही जी लेंगे&lt;br /&gt;उफ़ ना करेंगे लब सी लेंगे&lt;br /&gt;आंसू पी लेंगे&lt;br /&gt;गम से अब घबराना कैसा, गम सौ बार मिला&lt;br /&gt;हमने तो जब ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab4581bd01f04e10" 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And its written for Bhagyashree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आते जाते हंसते गाते&lt;br /&gt;सोचा था मैंने मन में कई बार&lt;br /&gt;वो पहली नज़र हल्का सा असर करता है&lt;br /&gt;क्यों इस दिल को बेकरार&lt;br /&gt;रुक के चलना चलके रुकना&lt;br /&gt;ना जाने तुम्हें है किसका इंतज़ार&lt;br /&gt;तेरा वो यकीन कहीं मैं तो नहीं&lt;br /&gt;लगता है यही क्यों मुझको बार बार&lt;br /&gt;येही सच है शायद मैंने प्यार किया&lt;br /&gt;हाँ हाँ तुमसे मैंने प्यार किया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आते जाते हंसते गाते&lt;br /&gt;सोचा था मैंने मन में कई बार&lt;br /&gt;होंठों की कली कुछ और खिली&lt;br /&gt;ये दिल पे हुआ है किसका इख्तिहार&lt;br /&gt;तुम कौन हो बतला तो दो&lt;br /&gt;क्यों करने लगी मैं तुमपे ऐतबार&lt;br /&gt;खामोश रहूँ या मैं कह दूं&lt;br /&gt;या कर लूं मैं चुपके से ये स्वीकार&lt;br /&gt;येही सच है शायद मैंने प्यार किया&lt;br /&gt;हाँ हाँ तुमसे मैंने प्यार किया&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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किया'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-6493522397232479449</id><published>2009-02-20T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:03:32.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Songs'/><title type='text'>प्यार के पल - By  KK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;अल्बम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;पल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one runs in my car everyday :)  And college time favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम, रहें या ना रहें कल&lt;br /&gt;कल याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;पल, ये हैं प्यार के पल&lt;br /&gt;चल, आ मेरे संग चल&lt;br /&gt;चल, सोचे क्या&lt;br /&gt;छोटी सी, है जिंदगी&lt;br /&gt;कल, मिल जाए तो होगी खुश-नसीबी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;शाम का आँचल, ओढ़ के आयी देखो वोह रात सुहानी&lt;br /&gt;आ लिख दें हम दोनों मिलके अपनी ये प्रेम कहानी&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आने वाली सुबह जाने रंग क्या लाये दीवानी,&lt;br /&gt;मेरी चाहत को रख लेना जैसे कोई निशानी&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें,&lt;br /&gt;कल, याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;पल, ये हैं प्यार के पल&lt;br /&gt;चल, आ मेरे संग चल&lt;br /&gt;चल, सोचे क्या छोटी सी है जिंदगी&lt;br /&gt;कल मिल जाए तो होगी खुश-नसीबी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;br /&gt;हम रहें या ना रहें याद आयेंगे ये पल&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some situations where all you can do&lt;br /&gt;Is to simply let go and move on,&lt;br /&gt;Gather courage together and choose a direction&lt;br /&gt;That carries you toward a new dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pack up your troubles and take a step forward-&lt;br /&gt;The process of change can be tough,&lt;br /&gt;But think about all the excitement ahead,&lt;br /&gt;If you can be stalwart enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be adventures you never imagined&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting around the next bend -&lt;br /&gt;And wishes and dreams just about to come true&lt;br /&gt;In ways you can't yet comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you'll find friendships that spring from new interests&lt;br /&gt;As you challenge your status quo,&lt;br /&gt;And you learn there are so many options in life&lt;br /&gt;And so many ways you can grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you'll go places you never expected&lt;br /&gt;And see things you've never seen -&lt;br /&gt;Or travel to fabulous far-away worlds&lt;br /&gt;And wonderful spots in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you'll find warmth and affection and caring -&lt;br /&gt;A "somebody special" who's there&lt;br /&gt;To help you stay centered and listen with interest&lt;br /&gt;To stories and feelings you share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you'll find comfort in knowing your friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supportive of all that you do -&lt;br /&gt;And believe that whatever decisions you make,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be the right choices for you.&lt;br /&gt;So keep putting one foot in front of the other,&lt;br /&gt;And taking your life day by day.&lt;br /&gt;There's a brighter tomorrow that's just down the road,&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, you're not going that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An eMail Sent By Amruta Long Time Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SZH7LWHMgXI/AAAAAAAAKFo/BwN8W2L9pdo/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-6313113079205780229</id><published>2009-01-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:07:13.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some random thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Filling The Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRMvcCrwxmI/AAAAAAAAJCY/LVmu9vg3vBk/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604548129506914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRMvcCrwxmI/AAAAAAAAJCY/LVmu9vg3vBk/s200/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner where I took these pictures is so boring and dull to even look at it. That’s the reason , I am calling it “Filling the void”. Fall has filled its colors into this corner and made it beautiful. It was one fine evening of fall when I was returning home. This tree and the corner of road I see almost daily. It used to be used to be so scary and sun always fake in winter. But that day my perception changed with this scene. The sun never looked so beautiful from that corner and tree। And the sky was glowing with colors of fall, red, yellow, and orange. As if they all were teaching me something like!! Look !! this is life! It is colorful at this moment.. Enjoy it! Fall is to teach you this truth of life. The leaves of tree are now falling down. After some days, when winter will start, it will be left with nothing but the moments of that colorful life it had. And will be waiting again for right time when it will get all colors back in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SYSBhx_7S3I/AAAAAAAAKE8/JGzwtOAe56c/s1600-h/Picture+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501479051676530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SYSBhx_7S3I/AAAAAAAAKE8/JGzwtOAe56c/s200/Picture+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRMxACcKGvI/AAAAAAAAJCo/YkvCZyhNm_E/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265606266050976498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRMxACcKGvI/AAAAAAAAJCo/YkvCZyhNm_E/s200/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SYSBSPvnsSI/AAAAAAAAKE0/24b4MjgHoqY/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501212158439714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SYSBSPvnsSI/AAAAAAAAKE0/24b4MjgHoqY/s200/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-6313113079205780229?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6313113079205780229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=6313113079205780229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/6313113079205780229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/6313113079205780229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/filling-void.html' title='Filling The Void'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRMvcCrwxmI/AAAAAAAAJCY/LVmu9vg3vBk/s72-c/Picture+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-9153228147732739251</id><published>2009-01-30T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:34:22.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some random thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Dreams come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dreams come true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a dream, how are you going to make a dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I dream of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which I want...&lt;br /&gt;Something maybe I deserve...&lt;br /&gt;Something I have lost in life...&lt;br /&gt;Something which is far away from me...&lt;br /&gt;Something which I live for..&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I love..&lt;br /&gt;Some place, where I want to be with my special person..&lt;br /&gt;Some moments where I am his and he is only mine...&lt;br /&gt;I Dream to love someone so madly and to be loved by someone the same way..&lt;br /&gt;I dream to keep my dear ones &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="0" title="Click to correct"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; forever..&lt;br /&gt;Dream I will never hurt anyone..&lt;br /&gt;Dream to travel all around the world....&lt;br /&gt;List will just go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes question pops up in my mind why do I see the dreams when I know all of them can not come true.. Surely not all dreams come true.. But they take me to that world least for a while.. For a while I live those moments which are never possible in real world. These very dreams can get me through the day...and same time keep me hopeful about coming days... Dreams are the answers to questions that I haven't yet figured out how to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get out of these dreams.. I will not say all the dreams come true. But yes, they do come true in some form or the other.. Rather I would say god always gives you more than what u dream of... Believe me, its true.. Some times, I feel its god's way of knowing what someone is looking for in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should never stop dreaming even if others call it foolishness or anything.. Just take off any conditions on it. Do have a Hope that your &lt;strong&gt;dreams will come true&lt;/strong&gt;. But never try to bind them with condition that they have to come true.. And I know all my dreams will definitely come true some day somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.. I have a little secret dream, that someday I will be in some one's dreams.. And I am waiting for that dream to come true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-9153228147732739251?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9153228147732739251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=9153228147732739251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/9153228147732739251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/9153228147732739251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams come true...'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-7183140400254233430</id><published>2008-11-18T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:02:27.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='व्यक्ति आणि वल्ली (Some special people in my life )'/><title type='text'>My life..  With or Without All These Crazy People Around..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When in the morning I started looking at my orkut, I could see more than 150 names. That means starting from school till cognizant and now here in US.. so many people I am attached.. connected to. There are many more out of this orkut. There are some I have lived with, some I am living.. And few dear ones, now I have learnt to live without them. There some very special ones who are no more connected with me by any means, but . They are part my life forever.. Some of them are deep secrets of my life :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the idea is now to write about some crazy, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;, some lovely, some maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; people in my life.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;अगदी &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;पुलंच्या &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;भाषेत &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;व्यक्ति &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;आणि &lt;/span&gt;वल्ली .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;मला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;भेटलेल्या &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is with whom do I start with? The question answered me with so many names... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KBC&lt;/span&gt; questions are simpler than this one.. :( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Tough one.. Well I will think of someone, and will come back with some interesting things about some interesting people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-7183140400254233430?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7183140400254233430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=7183140400254233430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7183140400254233430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7183140400254233430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-with-or-without-all-these-crazy.html' title='My life..  With or Without All These Crazy People Around..'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-8362683158960282455</id><published>2008-11-07T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:13:12.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='पुणेरी पाट्या'/><title type='text'>पुण्याचे चितळे</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRSRzdBOBCI/AAAAAAAAJDw/XcXbiu-pFUU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265994177452049442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRSRzdBOBCI/AAAAAAAAJDw/XcXbiu-pFUU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-8362683158960282455?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8362683158960282455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=8362683158960282455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/8362683158960282455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/8362683158960282455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_07.html' title='पुण्याचे चितळे'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRSRzdBOBCI/AAAAAAAAJDw/XcXbiu-pFUU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-1086005257601393193</id><published>2008-11-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:14:08.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='पुणेरी पाट्या'/><title type='text'>शुभमंगल सावधान</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/SRSRWw0I9aI/AAAAAAAAJDo/205ahkznoqs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265993684549694882" style="DISPLAY: block; 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करून किनारयाला गाठायचं.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;किनारयाला नसेल का वाटत &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;कधी&lt;/span&gt; लाटेकडे धावावं?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;कदाचित वाटत असुनही &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;त्याला&lt;/span&gt; ते शक्य नसावं.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;आधार द्यायचं वचन &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;त्याचं &lt;/span&gt;जमिनीशी पक्कं असावं......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- अनामिक (माझ्या संग्रहातून)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-7598547706648176376?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7598547706648176376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=7598547706648176376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7598547706648176376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7598547706648176376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title='लाट'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-7997064031939675552</id><published>2008-10-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:00:02.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='माझी अमेरिका वारी (My Stay In Undefined State of Amrika)'/><title type='text'>My First Travel in US..</title><content type='html'>Everything is so easy when you in your home town or country. When I came to US, was almost sleeping from airport to my apartment. Next day I realized now I am no more in Pune with my own vehicle. This is entirely new world. So now lotz of question were waiting for me.. Have to get my SSN done... Is there any place where I can go on weekend? But how will I go? Poor person like me is not even having car.. But I tried and finally found out the solution for my boring weekends and all the rest problems. Metro Transit.. Many of us must be having vehicles at home. So we normally think, bus… oh no.. I can never travel in bus.. and that too is US.. who will wait for buses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with my first travel experience in US and in metro. Sushil suggested that I should travel by bus for SSN so I will get used to with it. Though I decided to go, I was very nervous during this first travel. Without any friend and without mobile. My mini adventure in USA .. dats what I call it. It started with searching for Sun Ray Transit. I went for my SSN by bus with map and all printouts in hand.. and the temperature out was -20 C . Was not carrying change. So paid $2 instead of $1.50. then got the ticket. Bus was having only 2-3 people.. I was trying to see names of each and every road. 1st 2nd .. this ave .. that ave.. oh god.. Finally I somehow managed to identify to get down at right place. Then with address and map in hand I started searching for SSN office. And then.. round and round. I started from one building to other.. I was not able to see any name on any building. Ultimately I reached to the start point again. Oh my god.. And it was getting more and more cold now. I started cursing the buildings here.. Why can't they have names painted.. Stupid people… blah blah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I entered in premises of one building, as I started freezing outside… And to my surprise .. Eureka….. I was about to jump now. I saw the board, SSN office 8th Floor… yahoo.. finally I got there.. Then I completed my ssn and came out happily.. One hurdle I had crossed.. Now I have to go back.. I am sure.. I was looking and acting like the most stupid person on earth that day.. Again and again I was looking in printout.. checking time and route no and the whole timetable of all bus routes was present in front of me.. (That I realized in my 2nd trip.. ) Finally the bus arrived.. I got into it. Normally our dear PMT in Pune will never go by route given. I read outside Via Sunray.. will this bus go to sunray or they will just skip sunray.. Finally I asked driver.. if this bus will go to sunray.. He was I think, surprised with my question and he was about to start laughing now.. Before that I told him I am traveling for first time… then his dialogue was.. "I assure you .. you will reach to Sun Ray transit.." Then for transfer ticket … I was searching if there is any slot for that [Engineer brain which rarely works suddenly started working :) ]. Looking at my poor and may be foolish face driver only took it from me, transferred and gave it back. And I reached back… Then I came back to office like I have won some battle and all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I started using metro transit like anything.. but today also, when I remember my this travel, I can not stop laughing.. Actually there was nothing to worry about such a small travel. I had changed 3 planes during my travel and reached here.. Still I keep on thinking what was there to act this nervous.. may be because of new place.. and new bus system…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This metro now reminds me of PMT in Pune. Every time I travel, I am having new experiences. Will surely write about them sometime later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-7997064031939675552?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7997064031939675552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=7997064031939675552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7997064031939675552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/7997064031939675552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-travel-in-us.html' title='My First Travel in US..'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076894753794467716.post-398869537329886431</id><published>2008-10-30T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:46:27.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='मराठी कविता'/><title type='text'>काळोखाचा सागर</title><content type='html'>काळोखाचा सागर कितीही अफाट असला,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;तरी त्यात प्रकाशाची बेटं असतातच....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;हा सागर सनातन आणि बेटंही सनातन,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;म्हणून अखेर मीच ठरवायचा की.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;काळोखाच्या लाटांवर वाहत जाणारा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;पराभूत नावाडी मी व्हायचं की प्रकाशाच्या &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;बेटांवर सूर्यकिरणांची लागवड करणारा शेतकरी व्हायचं...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- कुसुमाग्रज&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076894753794467716-398869537329886431?l=bhagyashreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/feeds/398869537329886431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076894753794467716&amp;postID=398869537329886431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/398869537329886431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076894753794467716/posts/default/398869537329886431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagyashreed.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='काळोखाचा सागर'/><author><name>Bhagya$hree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02434854122639050746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VTtKDq9ouA/ScO2Igce7iI/AAAAAAAAKIc/7i3lXIFlZ70/S220/Copy+of+DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
