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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2009-11-13:/</id><title>Nook</title><link rel="self" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>...vision is  not the art of exploring invisible but envisioning the ubiquitous ......</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-13T02:47:44+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2009-02-19:/2009/02/19/stockholm-syndrome-is-it-5609294/</id><title>Stockholm Syndrome is it ???</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2009/02/19/stockholm-syndrome-is-it-5609294/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2009-02-19T16:45:01+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:45:01+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Bonding-to-the-Perpetrator', wraps up the ongoing political scenario of Pakistan. We all may be analyzing the Swat valley truce from different aspects of its geo-political aspects but Pakistan itself does not seem like viewing the events in the same way. The religious-political-demographic construct of Pakistan is quite complicated than what it appears to the international community. The state seems to have grown a relish for the anti social Islamist militant groups, not known whether willingly or under pressure. Whatever the reason or the real cause being but the state is in a complete state of confusion of what it wants , on one side they want freedom from the clutches of the radical wing domination which is hindering the development of the country since ages and forcing it to retreat to nomadic ages by altering its routes (vandalizing schools ,music shops ,assaulting women) while on the other , the state is not ready to shred its stature as a staunch pro-Islamic nation thus rendering itself the notion of hypocrite in the International spheres. I think Pakistan has already suffered a time out in decision making and can bear no more delay in taking a stand. They should take a side and decide for themselves rather than confusing themselves more and in this gesture creating a more confusing scenario for the world. If they believe the Taliban school of thought they should come out in open and if they really want a relief from their Frankenstein-monster they should join the world in eliminating this disease. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Enough of the world scenario, same applies to Indian terms, with the Radical Hindu groups and Muslim vote bank politicians and off course worth a mention the "Regional messiahs" who should decide what they actually are planning apart form their vote statistics. Five years of rule, power can be guaranteed by the kind of mess they are creating by dividing the country already so diverse in its maneuvers but what next , will they be able to survive themselves in such an atmosphere of hatred ,suspicion and chaos. What if the grandchild of say "Raj Thackeray" fells in love with a guy or a girl rooted from Bihar then what ? Whom are we disliking or killing and what thoughts are we breeding in our culture aren't we even loving the Perpetrator which will destroy us , in our case these thoughts of division and discrimination are the real Frankenstein monsters that we are letting eat our nation. Its time we think re-think else we would no less be a hypocrite than Pakistan which in our case is not under pressure for sure but by our own will
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2009/02/19/stockholm-syndrome-is-it-5609294/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2009-02-08:/2009/02/08/back-with-a-bang-5529253/</id><title>Back with a bang</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2009/02/08/back-with-a-bang-5529253/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2009-02-08T11:21:46+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:21:46+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey so m back .this time it's going to be with a bang .............&lt;br&gt;
BRB
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2009/02/08/back-with-a-bang-5529253/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2007-04-07:/2007/04/07/hitch~2050287/</id><title>HITCH</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/hitch~2050287/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2007-04-07T17:50:24+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:50:24+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hitch &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Prologue &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They say that the Nazis are gone…….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;UFO sighting in North California .Circular disc shaped objects identified patrolling the city skies at night .Terror among people……………. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dr Drackomre well known navigator and geologist returns from his deep arctic quest but reports of him turning a schizophrenic………. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;20th Feb 1972 Bismarck, Alabama &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was getting dark and it had been a windy day today as if the tornado hit somewhere in the interior. She lived with her four year old in the country side. “Wendy, Wendy come in darling … dinner is served ….yes get stuffy too.” “O! Gosh it's getting rough ……………….”Just then something falls in the lawn. “Look Stuffy what a nice toy let's get it ………wowie hahhhaha…………. look Stuffy its so cute, red eyes and it has hands too………………………..Ohhhhh it can walk…… he hhheeh ………ahhh.. O! it can speak see see Stuffy see it can speak …..mama………….mama……………………..”&lt;br&gt;
“This is the Weather Department: There is an announcement ..SOS…A high speed tornado rushing towards Alabama might strike it at 20:00 hrs with 180 miles an hour .Kindly do not leave your houses .”&lt;br&gt;
Just then, “Wendy get in what is this?,get in” ......."Wendy !!..............." &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;14 March National Security Council&lt;br&gt;
Office, Secretary &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dear citizens, we do understand the panic you all are going through right now. The time is tough but we need to keep calm. This is not the time to believe what we hear but to keep our nations integrity and not allowing the rumors to spread .We have grief over what happened in Alabama and the government is working all day night and assures to find the kid as soon as possible. Also a committee will be working on unveiling the suspense behind the recent missing of peopl . &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;14 Dec 2007 North Dakota&lt;br&gt;
……And we can see people waiting for a glimpse of their beloved navigator who has the crown of world sailor and owns the repute of finding new places on earth unseen and unknown to the world hitherto. People cannot believe what the news agencies have been reporting.&lt;br&gt;
“He went on an Arctic quest and he is the best I don't believe abc .. they say he's nuts ……”.&lt;br&gt;
“This is a conspiracy …. They are jealous of him ..they   are saying he is mad and that he saw Swastik clad light flying disc shaped objects …,aliens underneath Earth …..,but he wouldn't lie…………” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;29 April 1945……… &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Soviet troops were heading in the heart of Berlin crushing the Nazis ….Hitler knew defeat and death were now inevitable. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Soviet troops discover Hitler's last message his will  and the fate he chose to die a graceful death by his own faithful men. Yet no body was discovered and no evidence. All the private and confidential documents were burnt. During his rule Hitler had developed not only advanced weapons but also major scientific advancements had been made. There were suppositions of hidden bases ahead of Finland in the Arctic.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;20 Nov 2007 … &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A flying JV0101 had entered the arctic which was not given the permission to land .It was a crew of some navigators studying and discovering some remote parts of the arctic .The navigators thought the base station signaling them to be an American but that day was not theirs. They had landed up in another territory. There were all swastik clad round disk shaped planes in the hangar. Dr Drackomre,65, the head of the team and the  most experienced could not think of any explanation to the anxious eyes of his crewmen. They were injected with some drug after which Dr Drackomre could reminisce of only seeing some weird looking human like life forms and a giant sky high cave shaped structure where laser like beams criss-crossed the entire building. There was always a faint humming shrill and painful as if it were a sound from some supersonic jet or device. The creatures were human like but they had extra features and organs to their like. They could mould their bodies and change shape. All seemingly had the same age none young or old but all in one age with extraordinary efficiencies. They all wore green military uniforms with Swastik emblems and unique bar codes on their foreheads .They ate only once and stood for sometime in sunlight with a battery like thing on their arms facing the sun. They had no ears or noses no protruding outgrowths  but just wholes instead and had no gender classifications. They had some pedometer tied to their waists which glowed visible only to them in some region of EM waves. They could travel with a blink of eye worldwide and gather information about whole world every second. Just some time ago there was some announcement about a troop returning from Andromeda . &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Dr Drackomre”, called a confident firm voice ………. “Hello Dr…. hope you are fine now .Sorry for the aminophilosic191 injection. But it was essential else you could have died in this atmosphere. This is not Oxygen that you are breathing in Dr. I know you are confounded dumbstruck and flabbergasted completely by what you are witnessing but believe me its true. I am  Martin Bormann , and no I am not dead I am well and alive as you are. I did not die even after the World War and not of age too. I know you are all blindsided but let me explain. Dr , we the Nazis had developed contact with alien world during 1940's and had found out certain facts about our space then. When I am living here I am as well living in another galaxy .My soul is always living it's just my body that is confined to this planet but there are ways of freeing our body as well after which we do not fall sick age or die. Our leader Adolf Hitler did not die ,he split his body in string waveforms and migrated to Andromeda where he set up his own army and nation. We also performed experiments so that alien could be transformed in human like forms. This is our Earth station from where we keep a lose eye on Earth which we could probably do from Andromeda itself but there we could not interact with all  the world as closely as from here. The UFO sightings you might have been hearing about are nothing but our planes during a patrol. The people found missing are not dying or being captured by aliens rather they are the special ones gifted with special gifts. They are given homely treatment and trained and then as per their will sent to which ever galaxy they please to. For us light week or years mean nothing. We travel in space through worm holes. These are cracks in time and space fabric by which it takes few minutes to travel in between galaxies and few nanoseconds to go from Manhattan to Johannesburg. They are present everywhere but the physicists have not been able to identify them. It is the world here laws of motion fail, where Einstein the great fails, this is a world of wave nature ,the 11 dimensions, the world of String theory. Here we do not need oxygen to support our life cycle, neither do we need food or water, only some sunlight to survive and recharge our energy. We derive our energies from distant stars which are an infinite source and hence we are infinitely efficient.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Save me my good Lord!..... w..w..wh..where are my crewmen?” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“They would not have been able to take all this ,therefore they have been confined to intruder prisons some 1000000 feet above on surface of Earth, we are right now deep below in the center of the Earth and to your surprise there is no burning lava or gases here. It's as pleasant as on the surface.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“I …I… can I go back can I go back to Land with my crewmen?” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Sure.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“But remember they have not known what you have so they would not believe you.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Happy journey back Dr…hope you be fine.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Present….&lt;br&gt;
Dr Drackomre the great of Medical Sciences navigator has been hospitalized to the psychiatric department of Institute of Medical Sciences ,Washinton DC. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The US security agencies have doubted the hand of terrorists in kidnappings.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Post World War II photographs showing the demise of Nazi rule were at a display in an exhibition in New York last week. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Epilogue…&lt;br&gt;
Seeing is believing  .Yet what we do not see sometimes could be truth. Its vast and unexplored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/hitch~2050287/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2007-04-07:/2007/04/07/hitch~2050283/</id><title>HITCH</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/hitch~2050283/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2007-04-07T17:49:51+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:49:51+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hitch &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Prologue &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They say that the Nazis are gone…….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;UFO sighting in North California .Circular disc shaped objects identified patrolling the city skies at night .Terror among people……………. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dr Drackomre well known navigator and geologist returns from his deep arctic quest but reports of him turning a schizophrenic………. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;20th Feb 1972 Bismarck, Alabama &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was getting dark and it had been a windy day today as if the tornado hit somewhere in the interior. She lived with her four year old in the country side. “Wendy, Wendy come in darling … dinner is served ….yes get stuffy too.” “O! Gosh it's getting rough ……………….”Just then something falls in the lawn. “Look Stuffy what a nice toy let's get it ………wowie hahhhaha…………. look Stuffy its so cute, red eyes and it has hands too………………………..Ohhhhh it can walk…… he hhheeh ………ahhh.. O! it can speak see see Stuffy see it can speak …..mama………….mama……………………..”&lt;br&gt;
“This is the Weather Department: There is an announcement ..SOS…A high speed tornado rushing towards Alabama might strike it at 20:00 hrs with 180 miles an hour .Kindly do not leave your houses .”&lt;br&gt;
Just then, “Wendy get in what is this?,get in” ......."Wendy !!..............." &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;14 March National Security Council&lt;br&gt;
Office, Secretary &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dear citizens, we do understand the panic you all are going through right now. The time is tough but we need to keep calm. This is not the time to believe what we hear but to keep our nations integrity and not allowing the rumors to spread .We have grief over what happened in Alabama and the government is working all day night and assures to find the kid as soon as possible. Also a committee will be working on unveiling the suspense behind the recent missing of peopl . &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;14 Dec 2007 North Dakota&lt;br&gt;
……And we can see people waiting for a glimpse of their beloved navigator who has the crown of world sailor and owns the repute of finding new places on earth unseen and unknown to the world hitherto. People cannot believe what the news agencies have been reporting.&lt;br&gt;
“He went on an Arctic quest and he is the best I don't believe abc .. they say he's nuts ……”.&lt;br&gt;
“This is a conspiracy …. They are jealous of him ..they   are saying he is mad and that he saw Swastik clad light flying disc shaped objects …,aliens underneath Earth …..,but he wouldn't lie…………” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;29 April 1945……… &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Soviet troops were heading in the heart of Berlin crushing the Nazis ….Hitler knew defeat and death were now inevitable. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Soviet troops discover Hitler's last message his will  and the fate he chose to die a graceful death by his own faithful men. Yet no body was discovered and no evidence. All the private and confidential documents were burnt. During his rule Hitler had developed not only advanced weapons but also major scientific advancements had been made. There were suppositions of hidden bases ahead of Finland in the Arctic.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;20 Nov 2007 … &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A flying JV0101 had entered the arctic which was not given the permission to land .It was a crew of some navigators studying and discovering some remote parts of the arctic .The navigators thought the base station signaling them to be an American but that day was not theirs. They had landed up in another territory. There were all swastik clad round disk shaped planes in the hangar. Dr Drackomre,65, the head of the team and the  most experienced could not think of any explanation to the anxious eyes of his crewmen. They were injected with some drug after which Dr Drackomre could reminisce of only seeing some weird looking human like life forms and a giant sky high cave shaped structure where laser like beams criss-crossed the entire building. There was always a faint humming shrill and painful as if it were a sound from some supersonic jet or device. The creatures were human like but they had extra features and organs to their like. They could mould their bodies and change shape. All seemingly had the same age none young or old but all in one age with extraordinary efficiencies. They all wore green military uniforms with Swastik emblems and unique bar codes on their foreheads .They ate only once and stood for sometime in sunlight with a battery like thing on their arms facing the sun. They had no ears or noses no protruding outgrowths  but just wholes instead and had no gender classifications. They had some pedometer tied to their waists which glowed visible only to them in some region of EM waves. They could travel with a blink of eye worldwide and gather information about whole world every second. Just some time ago there was some announcement about a troop returning from Andromeda . &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Dr Drackomre”, called a confident firm voice ………. “Hello Dr…. hope you are fine now .Sorry for the aminophilosic191 injection. But it was essential else you could have died in this atmosphere. This is not Oxygen that you are breathing in Dr. I know you are confounded dumbstruck and flabbergasted completely by what you are witnessing but believe me its true. I am  Martin Bormann , and no I am not dead I am well and alive as you are. I did not die even after the World War and not of age too. I know you are all blindsided but let me explain. Dr , we the Nazis had developed contact with alien world during 1940's and had found out certain facts about our space then. When I am living here I am as well living in another galaxy .My soul is always living it's just my body that is confined to this planet but there are ways of freeing our body as well after which we do not fall sick age or die. Our leader Adolf Hitler did not die ,he split his body in string waveforms and migrated to Andromeda where he set up his own army and nation. We also performed experiments so that alien could be transformed in human like forms. This is our Earth station from where we keep a lose eye on Earth which we could probably do from Andromeda itself but there we could not interact with all  the world as closely as from here. The UFO sightings you might have been hearing about are nothing but our planes during a patrol. The people found missing are not dying or being captured by aliens rather they are the special ones gifted with special gifts. They are given homely treatment and trained and then as per their will sent to which ever galaxy they please to. For us light week or years mean nothing. We travel in space through worm holes. These are cracks in time and space fabric by which it takes few minutes to travel in between galaxies and few nanoseconds to go from Manhattan to Johannesburg. They are present everywhere but the physicists have not been able to identify them. It is the world here laws of motion fail, where Einstein the great fails, this is a world of wave nature ,the 11 dimensions, the world of String theory. Here we do not need oxygen to support our life cycle, neither do we need food or water, only some sunlight to survive and recharge our energy. We derive our energies from distant stars which are an infinite source and hence we are infinitely efficient.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Save me my good Lord!..... w..w..wh..where are my crewmen?” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“They would not have been able to take all this ,therefore they have been confined to intruder prisons some 1000000 feet above on surface of Earth, we are right now deep below in the center of the Earth and to your surprise there is no burning lava or gases here. It's as pleasant as on the surface.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“I …I… can I go back can I go back to Land with my crewmen?” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Sure.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“But remember they have not known what you have so they would not believe you.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Happy journey back Dr…hope you be fine.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Present….&lt;br&gt;
Dr Drackomre the great of Medical Sciences navigator has been hospitalized to the psychiatric department of Institute of Medical Sciences ,Washinton DC. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The US security agencies have doubted the hand of terrorists in kidnappings.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Post World War II photographs showing the demise of Nazi rule were at a display in an exhibition in New York last week. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Epilogue…&lt;br&gt;
Seeing is believing  .Yet what we do not see sometimes could be truth. Its vast and unexplored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/hitch~2050283/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2007-03-08:/2007/03/08/jus_lik_tht~1868483/</id><title>jus lik tht</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/03/08/jus_lik_tht~1868483/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2007-03-08T13:25:54+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:25:54+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;dialogue with desire &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Conscience :&lt;br&gt;
desire desrie !!&lt;br&gt;
tell me why...&lt;br&gt;
ur always high&lt;br&gt;
y u always end in a sigh....&lt;br&gt;
u make me worried n wry..&lt;br&gt;
u r the sole purpose tht drives...&lt;br&gt;
destinies u build n u stirve...&lt;br&gt;
y m i sacrifised upon u ..&lt;br&gt;
y do u get preference too....&lt;br&gt;
i shalll deem the staus of virtue...&lt;br&gt;
if to shkae me up its not u...&lt;br&gt;
u misguide u mislead...&lt;br&gt;
u r the one who does nothing heed.....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Desire:&lt;br&gt;
Dear conscience wait o wait...&lt;br&gt;
i m not at fault....&lt;br&gt;
do not hurriedly state....&lt;br&gt;
i give the reason to live n flourosh..&lt;br&gt;
 i give a meaning fer life to cherish...&lt;br&gt;
its me who is strong but ur the one who decided&lt;br&gt;
whether m right or rong..&lt;br&gt;
if u be hard n steady n fast...&lt;br&gt;
if u strng...&lt;br&gt;
nothing can go rong...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2007/03/08/jus_lik_tht~1868483/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-11-10:/2006/11/10/lets_meet_gandhi~1314614/</id><title>Lets meet Gandhi</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/11/10/lets_meet_gandhi~1314614/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-11-10T06:04:03+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:04:03+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=947824"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/img/doc.gif" alt="Synopsis of My experiments with Truth" title="Synopsis of My experiments with Truth" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/11/10/lets_meet_gandhi~1314614/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-05-06:/2006/05/06/maktub~779844/</id><title>Maktub (its written ) i believe do u ???</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/05/06/maktub~779844/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-05-06T14:14:07+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:25:30+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_arrow.gif" alt="=&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;hie &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I really believe &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
when ur sad u think u have nothin left  and u feel life is left with nothing......&lt;br&gt;
That is the time ur eyes are betraing you...........&lt;br&gt;
The flowers are always colourful and enchanting  the moon is always&lt;br&gt;
an icon of mikly serenity......&lt;br&gt;
the grass is always green and the people are always its jus tht ur perception has changed ,,,,,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mann ek mrigmarchika hai&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
ek darpan jo jhutlata hai&lt;br&gt;
sach durgaum hai&lt;br&gt;
durlabh&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; nahi&lt;br&gt;
sach nihit hai vistrit hai&lt;br&gt;
pratikul nahi&lt;br&gt;
yeh mann hai jo jaal mien uljhata hai&lt;br&gt;
ache bure ka fark banata hai&lt;br&gt;
jab udai ho chayi&lt;br&gt;
astitva pe ban aayi&lt;br&gt;
shrishti ka saundarya wwahi hai&lt;br&gt;
aakhon ne nahi mann ne hai asamarthta hai dikhlayi&lt;br&gt;
jiyo ki tum khud ho wahi&lt;br&gt;
jo tumne mehsus kiya hai swachand vishrant&lt;br&gt;
jise shaayd daba diya hai tumne khus kahin &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An elderly hermit was once invited to appear at the court of the most powerful king of that age.&lt;br&gt;
"I envy a holy man who can be content with so little," said the king.&lt;br&gt;
"I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less than I," answered the hermit.&lt;br&gt;
"What do you mean? This entire country belongs to me," said the king, offended.&lt;br&gt;
"Exactly," said the old hermit. "I have the music of the spheres, I have the rivers and the mountains all over the world. I have the moon &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and the sun, because I have God in my soul. Your Majesty, though, has only this kingdom."&lt;br&gt;
--Maktub&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=525552"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/552/525552_77f3e50b7f_s.jpeg" align="" alt="Sunset" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Two rabbis are trying everything possible to provide spiritual comfort to the Jews in Nazi Germany. For two years, frightened &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;unbearably, they are able to evade their persecutors and perform their religious functions in various communities.&lt;br&gt;
They are finally taken prisoner. One of the rabbis, terrified at what might happen to him, prays constantly.&lt;br&gt;
The other, however, spends the entire day sleeping.&lt;br&gt;
"Why are you behaving like this?" asks the frightened rabbi.&lt;br&gt;
"In order to conserve my strength. I know that I'll be needing it later on," said the other.&lt;br&gt;
"But aren't you afraid? We don't know what's going to happen to us."&lt;br&gt;
"I was afraid up until the time we were captured. Now that I'm a prisoner, what good would it do to fear what might happen to me. The &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;time for fear has ended; now is the time for hope."&lt;br&gt;
--Maktub&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=525557"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/557/525557_6787aa56fb_s.jpeg" align="" alt="Water lilies" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Our Lady, with the infant Jesus in her arms, came down to earth to visit a monastery. In their joy, the padres stood in line to pay their &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;respects: one of them recited poetry, another showed Her illuminated images for the Bible, another recited the names of all of the saints.&lt;br&gt;
At the end of the line was a humble padre who had never had the chance to learn from the wise men of his time. His parents were simple &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;people who worked in a traveling circus. When his turn came, the monks wanted to end the payment of respects, fearful that he would &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;damage their image.&lt;br&gt;
But he, too, wanted to show his love for the Virgin. Embarrassed, and sensing the disapproval of the brothers, he took some oranges from &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;his pocket and began to toss them in the air — juggling as his parents with the circus had taught him.&lt;br&gt;
It was only then that the infant Jesus smiled and clapped his hands with joy. And it was only to the humble monk that the Virgin held out &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;her arms, allowing him to hold her Son for a while.&lt;br&gt;
Maktub&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=525549"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/549/525549_3dd47751b9_s.jpeg" align="" alt="manzara2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;thaks rahul for all these wonderful tales of postivity n belief in beauty of life n power of god.............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was a human&lt;br&gt;
one who was real in deed&lt;br&gt;
doomed to make mistakes n repent on them...&lt;br&gt;
My thinking was limited it was bound by fascination&lt;br&gt;
i was am one who had never explored my ineer wealth ... whch is present in evry human being ,,,,&lt;br&gt;
This blog was once a blog of a confused person then a sad person&lt;br&gt;
n now proudly i say&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is the blog of a &lt;strong&gt;debutante&lt;/strong&gt; in the world of free n positive&lt;br&gt;
thinking who knows  how long the journey is to acheive real purity of soul n her aim is wisdom not in sense that can be sensed by all but yet can baptise my heart n soul n make me complete as a human or rather as sm one who has been blessed by od to be given the power of thuinking n feeling and admiring&lt;br&gt;
I give all my credit to make me let open my mind to freedom of thought n release me of my old bounded notions of life n depression n all my&lt;br&gt;
pessimism TO&lt;br&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rahul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;( my dearest brother )&lt;br&gt;
he is handsm too &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/05/06/maktub~779844/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-05-02:/2006/05/02/man_ke_vichaar~769764/</id><title>man ke vichaar</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/man_ke_vichaar~769764/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-05-02T07:03:25+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:03:25+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;written in ssd lecture in january .....&lt;br&gt;
Now m over this phase.....&lt;br&gt;
I know myself my strenghts n my weaknesses.............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Most of the people spend their lives thinking how should other people&lt;br&gt;
be but its very difficult to know urself..............&lt;br&gt;
I m a proud owner of self knowledge................&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=517318"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/318/517318_33621d4bb9_s.jpeg" align="" alt="moncat2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
udate udate is mein sama jate hai&lt;br&gt;
aate rehte hai&lt;br&gt;
kuch apne kuch paraye ho jate hai&lt;br&gt;
kabhi mujhe ayina kabhi mujhe bhatkaav dikha jate hai&lt;br&gt;
yeh vichaar bhanwar (whirpool) ban kar sama jate hai&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;kisi safeed panchi se&lt;br&gt;
nirmal swachand saaf (pure n pious)&lt;br&gt;
kabhi daitya (devil) &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt="&gt;:-[" class="middle" border="0"&gt;se bhavavah( horrendous) aur shyaam( black n fearful)&lt;br&gt;
kabhi nisha (night)&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;ki khamoshi&lt;br&gt;
kabhi vedna (sadness)ki peeda( misery)&lt;br&gt;
kabhi prem ka samoohan (infatuation or hypnotism )&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
kabhi bache ki krida( play )&lt;br&gt;
vichaar mujhe kabhi nanhi pari&lt;br&gt;
kabhi chapal (hyper active )naari&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
kabhi nishpaap( with out malice ) hridayi&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
to kabhi kaalima(bad ) ki chavi bana jate hai&lt;br&gt;
udate udate man mein sama jate hai&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;swayam ke antar (know ur self )mien jhaank &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;pana&lt;br&gt;
shatah ko puri tarah se jaan jana&lt;br&gt;
apne aap ko pehchaan bhi swawabhik (obvious)ji pana&lt;br&gt;
kathin hai sach ko jaankar use sweekar kar pana&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;kya hun mein kya vahi jo sabko dikhta hoon&lt;br&gt;
ya koi vah jo chipa hai&lt;br&gt;
ek khiladi jo khud se khel raha hai&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;mera sach mujh mein anbhigya(obscure)&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt; hai&lt;br&gt;
ya use meine kar dala nirih (helpless)hai&lt;br&gt;
agyanta (fool's paradise )ki lehro par sawaar hoon mein&lt;br&gt;
par kis ne mujhe vahan dhakela hai&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;swayam ko kyu nahi bacha sakta mein&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt="&gt;:XX" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
jo hoon kyu nahi sweekar sakta mein&lt;br&gt;
kyu apni sachahyi mein ja kar&lt;br&gt;
puratanttrki manyataon( old notions prevailing ) se nahi lad pata mien&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/man_ke_vichaar~769764/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-04-22:/2006/04/22/unnamed~746292/</id><title>..................... unnamed</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/22/unnamed~746292/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-04-22T06:02:08+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:02:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;i walked through sands&lt;br&gt;
deserts deserted&lt;br&gt;
no hands in winds firmly holded&lt;br&gt;
fooled my mirages of hopes n desires&lt;br&gt;
i continued walking&lt;br&gt;
vn sun was at fires&lt;br&gt;
but every day as my ordeal ended&lt;br&gt;
black sheet with shining miracles appeared&lt;br&gt;
the stars oh lit in milky white&lt;br&gt;
u shone in them my mentor bright&lt;br&gt;
walikng barefotted on sands red lava&lt;br&gt;
the joy of oasis awaited made me move&lt;br&gt;
a holy spirit angelic saved me from doom&lt;br&gt;
n then raided by mirages n fears&lt;br&gt;
i followed only omens u told me to hear&lt;br&gt;
moving on&lt;br&gt;
i reached far ahead&lt;br&gt;
a holy gospel an apostle&lt;br&gt;
i met..........&lt;br&gt;
nonetheless it was my own soul indeed&lt;br&gt;
purity n efforts had&lt;br&gt;
made it serene&lt;br&gt;
n there i had attained my aim..........&lt;br&gt;
to move on not stop&lt;br&gt;
not for ne1 ne fame .....................&lt;br&gt;
the jooy lies beneath jus lettin all go&lt;br&gt;
n waiting to see does it return to you........&lt;br&gt;
yet moving all n playin ur part&lt;br&gt;
trying to fight destiny yet following its path..........
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/22/unnamed~746292/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/21/yeh_jo_des_tera_swades_hai_tera~743805/</id><title>yeh jo des tera Swades hai tera</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/yeh_jo_des_tera_swades_hai_tera~743805/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-04-21T06:54:45+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T06:57:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;namaskar&lt;br&gt;
hum sabne yeh suna hai padha hai mehsus bhi kiya hai........&lt;br&gt;
Desh barat matribhoomi shabh lekin aaj kyu mano kahin kho se gaye hai...&lt;br&gt;
kyu hindi spashta bolne aur ucharan karne mien hum saksham nahi reh gaye hai...............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=493819"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/819/493819_e4e51d120d_s.jpeg" align="" alt="200px-AshokaCapital" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kya aaj hum din mein ek pal bhi ...is desh ya iski sanskriti ko naman kar yaad kar pate hai........&lt;br&gt;
kyu hum hindi ka prayoog karne mien sharmate hai...&lt;br&gt;
kyu hum apne desh apni pehnave se dur ja rahe hai.....&lt;br&gt;
shayad yeh sab banavati aur upri taye ki aur aakharshit ho kar apne sarvasva ki sachahyi se pare ja rahe hai..............&lt;br&gt;
kyu hum apna bhavishya desh mien nahi dekh pate&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" api svarnamayi lanka , na mien lakshman rochate&lt;br&gt;
   janani janm bhoomishch svargadapi gariyasi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=493821"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/821/493821_56ba497b72_s.jpeg" align="" alt="ist2_374891_indian_flag" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Meri martibhoomi svaarg ke samman hai&lt;br&gt;
is ehsaas ko humien vapas apni sadi mien lautana hai&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;hum sabne yeh gana suna hoga ise aaj rashtirya dhwaj ko yaad rakh kar ek baar padhe shayad&lt;br&gt;
bhuli bisri yaadoin mine kahin tirange ka khoya astitva jhalakta dikhega &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeh jo des hi tera&lt;br&gt;
swades hai tera&lt;br&gt;
tujhe hai pukara.........&lt;br&gt;
yeh vo bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahi sakta &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;mitti ki jo hai khushboo tu kaise bhulaega&lt;br&gt;
tu chahe kahin jaye tu laut ke aayega&lt;br&gt;
nayi nayi rahon mien&lt;br&gt;
tujhse zindagi hai yeh keh rahi......&lt;br&gt;
yu to saare sukh hai barse&lt;br&gt;
par tu dur hai apne ghar se&lt;br&gt;
aa laut chal tu ab deewane&lt;br&gt;
jahan koi to tujhe apna maane&lt;br&gt;
wahi des..............&lt;br&gt;
yeh jo des hai tera.....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;nayi nayi rahon mien&lt;br&gt;
dabi dabi aahon mien&lt;br&gt;
khoye khoye dil se tere koi yeh kahega&lt;br&gt;
yeh jo des hai tera swades hai tera ..........&lt;br&gt;
tujhe hai pukara &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;yeh pal hai vahi jis mien hai chupi&lt;br&gt;
poori ek saadi, saari zindagi&lt;br&gt;
tu na pooch  raste mein kaahe&lt;br&gt;
aaye hai is tarah dorahe&lt;br&gt;
tu hi to hai raaho jo sujaye&lt;br&gt;
tu hai to jo yeh bataye&lt;br&gt;
jaaye to kis disha mien jaye&lt;br&gt;
wahi des ...................&lt;br&gt;
yeh jo des hai tera..............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/yeh_jo_des_tera_swades_hai_tera~743805/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-04-07:/2006/04/07/hear_ur_heart~709740/</id><title>hear ur heart</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/hear_ur_heart~709740/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-04-07T12:44:14+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:44:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear ur heart&lt;br&gt;
follow ur destiny&lt;br&gt;
follow ur omens&lt;br&gt;
once u decide to achieve ur destiny whole universe conspires for u to achieve it&lt;br&gt;
pursue ur dreams&lt;br&gt;
love neva bonds u from moving ahead if it does so it isn true love&lt;br&gt;
all things r one&lt;br&gt;
begginer's luck is always dere&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but at the end nothin .............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=464985"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/985/464985_487dc7aa44_s.jpeg" align="" alt="question_mark" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
did not get it all .............&lt;br&gt;
infact m left with a heavy question mark over my level of undertsnading which now suddenly sems to petite to me which since three days when i had began reading the book ..........&lt;br&gt;
i feel decepted ........as if the shephard was illusioned by god himself&lt;br&gt;
y&lt;br&gt;
the only question is y&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=464996"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/996/464996_34999168ef_s.png" align="" alt="question_mark_1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i m now in a mental chaos .. not because i din get the story but because not gettin the end is making me pose doubts over something i have always trusted in thats my ability to percieve philosophy though i seem to kiddo kinda person who rarely puts her brain to use according to ppl i have a mind that observes everything thinks over it&lt;br&gt;
looks at it with all its aspects n that was only thing i was proud of which now i feel isn dere in me ......... so m feeling as if my notions bout myself vr wrong if i don no myself proprerly how can in claim to know any one around me........May be this sounds too senseless to ne1 who reads cause may be according to sm 1 it may not be a matter big enough to be thoought over so very seriously but for sm1 who thinks too much this indeed is a matter big enough to be worried bout.............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;m totaaly aa &lt;strong&gt;"?" &lt;/strong&gt;rite now..............&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/hear_ur_heart~709740/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-04-04:/2006/04/04/here_i_m_this_is_me~701278/</id><title>here i m this is me</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/here_i_m_this_is_me~701278/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-04-04T12:19:59+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:53:35+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;hey m back &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
back means back to self&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;back to my blissful self.....&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=459129"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/129/459129_a1b1231216_s.jpeg" align="" alt="monkey%20smile" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
two days &lt;u&gt;i i did not speak to ne1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i know its hard to believe for ppl who know me but&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;" Women are unpredictable"&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
n m a real one ..........&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;neways .......................&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Other day i realised smthin thats truth n most of us deny to accept...&lt;br&gt;
....&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was frustrated and angry with every single indiviusual around me..&lt;br&gt;
i had a complaint to make to all&lt;br&gt;
i had a notion bout how all shd behave n abide by&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
how they shd make amendements in themselves n that all vr hypocrites..&lt;br&gt;
n then i felt strong hatred for all due to sm reason or other..&lt;br&gt;
n with god that y he was with them who decepted the wor;d with fake&lt;br&gt;
appearences n phoney personalities&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graymad.gif" alt="&gt;:-(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;....&lt;br&gt;
But its he who listens n is always dere he is .. like an invisible force ..&lt;br&gt;
I have recently started beieving a lot he loves us all equally...&lt;br&gt;
I was distressed n felt strongly dejected n abominated.....&lt;br&gt;
so much so that i cd not smile tryin hardest .. cd do nothing..&lt;br&gt;
them disguised in one of my friends form he came to me handed me smthin tthat cd make me drift away from this feeling of disgust..contempt and detestation towards all...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was given the book&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The Alchemist .&lt;/strong&gt;. read it till page 45 and then with same feeling of hatred i slept.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
n then when i woke up after half of my day today went in grumblig i don no y had a smile n since then i m same old parul back again&lt;br&gt;
doin all stupid naughty stuff troubling ppl eatin their heads&lt;br&gt;
tokin nonsense to make ppl laugh on myself.. n enjoying it all&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;sm points i learnt form it all may be wd be imp to all who smtimes feel it with in self...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=459131"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/131/459131_d13b2bf4f4_m.jpeg" align="" alt="home" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1: &lt;u&gt;read it on a door poster in hostel corridoor &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;   &lt;u&gt;" If u like ppl , ppl will like you "&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2: neva think how ppl r think how u shd be&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;strong&gt;every one has an idea how oda ppl shd lead their lives but bout&lt;br&gt;
   their ow&lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3: love yourself the most and so love all&lt;br&gt;
   because when u hate all you can not be happy n when u love urself&lt;br&gt;
   u wd neva want urself to be sad&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4: smile is the best way u can make ur enemy feel disgusted n&lt;br&gt;
   distresssed so greet biggest enemy with most gleeful smile u cn&lt;br&gt;
   give&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5: despair and negativitism kills u neva let it dominate when&lt;br&gt;
   things r not fine &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;6: All things r one ----" the Alchemist"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7: &lt;strong&gt;Learn to recognize the omens and folow them&lt;/strong&gt;--" the Alchemist"&lt;br&gt;
   and everythin when looke at with a fre mind and happy heart seems&lt;br&gt;
   to be an omen&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8: Believe in beginer's luck &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9:"What is the world's greatesr lie"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;the world's greatest lie is that at a certain poin in life we loose control on what's happening to us and our lives become controlled by fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10:  its not tough to stick to your decisions when u know what ur values are&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;11: Finally what i feel is &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_arrow.gif" alt="=&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;" take ur decisions urself and let urself decide what ur destiny is and follow it and make it  believein it that &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;once u &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;finally this is rite now philosphical self...&lt;br&gt;
not very much of me  he he he&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/here_i_m_this_is_me~701278/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-04-02:/2006/04/02/kahin_kuch~697395/</id><title>kahin kuch.............</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/kahin_kuch~697395/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-04-02T20:23:31+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:26:20+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=456104"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/104/456104_b900671d90_s.jpeg" align="" alt="Eerie-Moonscape2030" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahin kuch tuta awaaz na aayi&lt;br&gt;
sannata tha phir bhi kisi ko na aayi&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;fariyaad ki thi par darkar na hui&lt;br&gt;
in suni aankhon mein mien roshni na hui]&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;sailaab sa tha sulag raha tha&lt;br&gt;
daman annsuon se bhar raha tha&lt;br&gt;
rajnigandha jo mehakte they kabhi&lt;br&gt;
aaj jevan mien sunapan ki cha raha tha&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;jhilon ki lehre muskurahato ka sabab thi&lt;br&gt;
ab unhi ki gehrai chubhne lagi thi&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;aate jaate sab chlate gaye&lt;br&gt;
hum vahi kuch der ruk gaye&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;un palon ko bhula nahi pa rahe they&lt;br&gt;
hum unhi mien jiye ja rahe they&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;humne bhi der se hi sahi sach ko jana&lt;br&gt;
dard hua par use mana&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;chalna hi zindagi hai&lt;br&gt;
un yaadon ko samete ke hum chal rahe hai&lt;br&gt;
kahin kami hai&lt;br&gt;
uska khalipan seh rahe hai..........&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/04/02/kahin_kuch~697395/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-03-29:/2006/03/29/khwahishen~682930/</id><title>khwahishen</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/khwahishen~682930/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-03-29T13:38:40+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:08:48+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazaron khawhishen aisi ki her khwahish pe dam nikale&lt;br&gt;
bahut nikale mere armaan&lt;br&gt;
magar phir bhi kam nikale&lt;br&gt;
bahut beabroo ko har tere kooche se hum nikale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vo kagaz ki kashti vo baarish ka pani&lt;br&gt;
koi lauta de bachpun ka saawan&lt;br&gt;
vo jhilon ki .. vo dariya ka pani&lt;br&gt;
vo kagaz ki kashti vo baarish ka pani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;-excerpted Jagjit singh Gazal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=448184"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/184/448184_8e91d0babe_s.bmp" align="" alt="tranquil" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ab na koi paas hai&lt;br&gt;
phir bhi ehsaas hai&lt;br&gt;
yahiaon mai uljhi padi&lt;br&gt;
jeene ki ek aas hai&lt;br&gt;
yadoon ka jungle yeh dil&lt;br&gt;
kaanton se jal thal yeh dil&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;u&gt;-excerpted Jal song Zinda.....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
neela amber harith dhadrti&lt;br&gt;
chune ko asmaan mein ud chali panchi bani...&lt;br&gt;
vo pankh lagake sunahre sunahre&lt;br&gt;
sapno ke tale dabe raat ke andhere....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Vo bholi muskaan vo jhilmil aankhen&lt;br&gt;
mujhme nihit bachi bas ab sirf yaadein&lt;br&gt;
kuch rangeen palo ki ek subah.........&lt;br&gt;
jiski shyam bhi hogi socha na tha yeh...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;meine khudko bas itna jana&lt;br&gt;
kahin mail na aane paya...&lt;br&gt;
swach safeed man tha mera&lt;br&gt;
ab us mein samaya ghor andhera&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;bheegi palko se bojhil dekhti hoon&lt;br&gt;
un gharondo ke tutne ka dard sehti hoon&lt;br&gt;
"yaadon ka jangal yeh dil" - taken from jal song&lt;br&gt;
is mien hai rehna mushkil&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;shahiyon se likhi dastaan&lt;br&gt;
paani mein gayi hai mil&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/khwahishen~682930/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-03-26:/2006/03/26/i_m_alive~675808/</id><title>I m alive</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/26/i_m_alive~675808/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-03-26T16:42:58+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:01:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;I feel a new fresh breeze of positivity n movitvation to live my life with a new aim ...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;also today m very happy&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt; for aki my childhood friend&lt;br&gt;
she's got placed in wipro&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
aki m proud of you&lt;br&gt;
I feel a new rejuvenating spirit i m very happy ........&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=443714"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/714/443714_186963c82e_s.jpeg" align="" alt="Rebirth of Venus" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothin i had to reveal&lt;br&gt;
nothin either to conceal&lt;br&gt;
my chronicle is a saga&lt;br&gt;
of memories alive i feel&lt;br&gt;
this odyssey of fatuousness&lt;br&gt;
entwined with hpes built on ashes&lt;br&gt;
rebirth of love n faith&lt;br&gt;
i m alive not a wraith&lt;br&gt;
from my ahes i cm alive&lt;br&gt;
like a phoenix i charm to life.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The next poem was a reply i go from sm one i don know much&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_idea.gif" alt=":idea:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; but this person has always directed me towards positivity........&lt;br&gt;
thanks Rahul (Rahul Nair )&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the phoenix had risen again,&lt;br&gt;
the wings wide and the charm a fresh,&lt;br&gt;
flying past the sky now,&lt;br&gt;
the phoenix had to shed the ashes now.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;the sun is never that far it knows,&lt;br&gt;
to the wings that can burn forever more,&lt;br&gt;
i konw it will rise from the earth,&lt;br&gt;
to kiss the beautiful sky once more.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;it can cure the thousand worse wounds,&lt;br&gt;
but who takes care when the phoenix doesnt sound,&lt;br&gt;
but it had to power to rise again,&lt;br&gt;
it has to breach the barriers once more.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;its not Obscure but determination it had to follow,&lt;br&gt;
the life it leads to reach the sun to find it hollow,&lt;br&gt;
the phoenix had shed enough tears for the time,&lt;br&gt;
now its time to rise, fly and smile once more.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;memories are there never to be forgotten,&lt;br&gt;
but the dreams are new and never forbidden,&lt;br&gt;
the tears that have cured a thousand wounds,&lt;br&gt;
but i want the smile &amp; who cares for the wound...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;the wounds may heal, or may not,&lt;br&gt;
but the tears are a backhand shot,&lt;br&gt;
prefer to die than giving tears to live on,&lt;br&gt;
not in tears but in smiles i want her to be get drown...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/26/i_m_alive~675808/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-03-06:/2006/03/06/silent_words~618441/</id><title>silent   words</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/06/silent_words~618441/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-03-06T20:06:29+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:10:51+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Bonjour!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I wd like to start this post by sm wonderful lines whose meaning now&lt;br&gt;
gives me new strength to live it all...&lt;br&gt;
what all and everything has taught me is&lt;br&gt;
nothing is worth a tear&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
life never stops for u n others if all tear apart&lt;br&gt;
so keep ur memories as sweet times n remember it all&lt;br&gt;
inside ur heart...................&lt;br&gt;
Let it all be the garden 4 ur those days to bloom never regret them..&lt;br&gt;
n any past relationship..&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my song of strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;each day ill do a golden deed&lt;br&gt;
for helpin those who r in need&lt;br&gt;
my life on earth is but a span&lt;br&gt;
n so ill do the best i can&lt;br&gt;
life's evening sun is sinking low&lt;br&gt;
a few more days then i must go&lt;br&gt;
to reap the deeds that i hav done&lt;br&gt;
where there will be no setting sun&lt;br&gt;
while goping down life's weary road ill try to life&lt;br&gt;
some traveller's load&lt;br&gt;
ill try to turn the night to day&lt;br&gt;
make flowers bloom along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my silent words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=403348"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/348/403348_09d664739b_s.jpeg" align="" alt="tranquility i need" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my silent words&lt;br&gt;
vehement verses&lt;br&gt;
unquoted thoughts&lt;br&gt;
and tears shed.............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my grief  sudued&lt;br&gt;
agony desisted&lt;br&gt;
my dreams faced a coup de'grace&lt;br&gt;
those roars cries&lt;br&gt;
which neva loudened&lt;br&gt;
severance rendes vous&lt;br&gt;
which left me parted &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my delirious fervour&lt;br&gt;
melancholy strain&lt;br&gt;
poignant melody&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
from which all refrained&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my prayers to thee!!!&lt;br&gt;
proved no fine&lt;br&gt;
he turned away from my shrine&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my bruised memories&lt;br&gt;
aloof eerie&lt;br&gt;
pricked bruised my tranquility&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;alone when i stumbled by&lt;br&gt;
on every pebble &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
echoed  a voice in far mystery&lt;br&gt;
melifluous seraphic&lt;br&gt;
euphonious pious lyrics&lt;br&gt;
mesmerisin enigmatic&lt;br&gt;
yet serene&lt;br&gt;
divine manoeuvoring  made me keen&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;was it thou showering blessings&lt;br&gt;
or a dervish making a prayer&lt;br&gt;
but my soul felt peace&lt;br&gt;
rejuvenating the spirit in me to live&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;once i heard those words so silent&lt;br&gt;
i came to know meaning of existence&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
may be this was Buddha's enlightenment&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_idea.gif" alt=":idea:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
may be the saviour has his bleesings sent&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my silent words r still silent&lt;br&gt;
but euphoric exultant&lt;br&gt;
i feel their presence&lt;br&gt;
each bud blooms&lt;br&gt;
flower enchants&lt;br&gt;
star twinkles&lt;br&gt;
sun shines&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
there r sorrows n griefs&lt;br&gt;
n untold misery&lt;br&gt;
but yet be thankful&lt;br&gt;
for the nature endow&lt;br&gt;
us with its mercy&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;he gave me sounds of opera to hear&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
in chirruping of bird&lt;br&gt;
in falling of tear&lt;br&gt;
in rustling of leaves&lt;br&gt;
in gusltings of water&lt;br&gt;
n once u hear this musique&lt;br&gt;
u feel the essence of air u breathe&lt;br&gt;
i know it now&lt;br&gt;
my purpose to exist&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
happiness to give&lt;br&gt;
sorrows to supress&lt;br&gt;
i still hear those silent words&lt;br&gt;
which my God gifted me in turn of my tears...................&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;c u later&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/03/06/silent_words~618441/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2006-01-02:/2006/01/02/title~433232/</id><title>Unblemished Love</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/01/02/title~433232/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2006-01-02T11:02:46+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:13:54+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p class="left"&gt;hii &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
This new poem i have written is based on the &lt;u&gt;Story by O Henry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The gift Of Magi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/n/no-holds-barred/img/cartoons_walt_disney024_02.jpg" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/n/no-holds-barred/img/cartoons_walt_disney024_02_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Almost all of us realize the how lonely we are and crave for true love in our lives.&lt;br&gt;
And how lucky n fortunate is it that we can love some one with whole our heart.In  present times most of us would regard the Magi as dense and impractical but being guided by mind one can agree to this notion while when we follow the most pure conscience n heart that resides inside us -yes i mean everyone of us one can feel how much can be gained even after losing most valuable possessions for some one whose presence  can make&lt;br&gt;
our heart going ,us blush&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; out with most precius memories of togethereness that bind n yarn the relation of sacrifises of ones desires.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;** Dillinghams refers to the husband and wife they were James Dillingham Young and Della Dillingham Young&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
    &lt;strong&gt;The gift of magi - faded glory&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;How often do we hear a tale so pure&lt;br&gt;
blended with true love n passion to adore&lt;br&gt;
let me recite u a tale of  love n sacrifise&lt;br&gt;
perpetual n holy it was divinity in disguise&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;they say the magi r the wisest&lt;br&gt;
they gave meanings to traditions&lt;br&gt;
they were the ones who r reckoned to begin christmas presents&lt;br&gt;
n here is the legend of two foolish inamoratas&lt;br&gt;
who in their fatuosness deprived self of possesions they were proud since their past&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;(the treasures of the Dillingham's : hair of Della and gold watch of James&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br&gt;
........cascading river of gold rippled her hair like&lt;br&gt;
surpasseed her knee when she dried them to james's delight&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
the queen would herself renounce her crown&lt;br&gt;
n depriciate her belongings to her hair when from window long n glittering they fell&lt;br&gt;
and he took pride when he glinted at that  golden stream&lt;br&gt;
they he believed were the subject of envy of royal regime&lt;br&gt;
.........and one more grace did adorn their fame&lt;br&gt;
it was an article could have made King Solomon to make a claim,&lt;br&gt;
James's  gold watch with its glittering blaze&lt;br&gt;
he wore it with most pride the story further says........&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And this year when the christmas was approaching&lt;br&gt;
the "Dillinghams" were worried &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;with pockets not answering&lt;br&gt;
Della counted each penny yet again&lt;br&gt;
but never it grew more she did that in vain&lt;br&gt;
a mere dollar and some cents&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
not sufficient for a decent present&lt;br&gt;
and when she gazed at the grey backyard in its grey melachonly&lt;br&gt;
she sighed n suddenly read a sign sparkling brilliantly&lt;br&gt;
it read it sold hair goods&lt;br&gt;
she jumped n ran as horses galloped through woods&lt;br&gt;
time passed by on rosy wings&lt;br&gt;
there she stood her hair cut as a bird without wings&lt;br&gt;
then she flew through every store&lt;br&gt;
ransacking for the present of her most adored&lt;br&gt;
she finally found one a platinum gold chain&lt;br&gt;
its chaste design its value did proclaim.......&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;...........then time flew past&lt;br&gt;
n here came James home at last&lt;br&gt;
On the door he stood immovable and frail&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
as a setter at the scent of a quail&lt;br&gt;
he stood dumbfounded as if survived of an earthquake&lt;br&gt;
then out of his trance he seemed to wake&lt;br&gt;
he drew a package out of his coat&lt;br&gt;
for there lay a set of   Combs&lt;br&gt;
for the queen of his heart that was his present&lt;br&gt;
and soon della knew the goldwatch was also absent&lt;br&gt;
There they stood crying out in love&lt;br&gt;
but the sacrifises they made&lt;br&gt;
an elysium did they desrve &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The mellifluous sounds &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;of love&lt;br&gt;
will embellish for years the chronicle of these fatuous lovers above&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Among all lover's who express their love by presents&lt;br&gt;
The names of the two from Magi will win the campaign&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; c u soon again bye&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2006/01/02/title~433232/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2005-11-13:/2005/11/13/m_something_and_someone~303609/</id><title>M something and someone</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2005/11/13/m_something_and_someone~303609/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2005-11-13T06:38:16+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:38:16+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hii again ,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This post of mine is dedicated to the people who think they r a heavy burden on Earth and that they have been oblivioned by their destiny.We are the people who sometimes feel sorry for ourselves while other times mock at others .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This post asks us all a question . Do plz think upon the question&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The world laughed when he walked by&lt;br&gt;
they mocked and jeered when he toked in shy&lt;br&gt;
when he stammered n stuttered and his hands squirmed&lt;br&gt;
when opinions he gave he was neva firm&lt;br&gt;
And the girl Oh! the rosy cheeked&lt;br&gt;
on seeing whom he became more meek&lt;br&gt;
She too laughed derided him&lt;br&gt;
coz he had no appearence he was fragile n slim&lt;br&gt;
But at heart when u peeped in through&lt;br&gt;
he was tender n more to say no malice ever in him grew&lt;br&gt;
My story does not say that he turned n transfigured&lt;br&gt;
he remained what he was and as he was generally figured&lt;br&gt;
he tried hard worked on upon&lt;br&gt;
the world too continued and everythin went on&lt;br&gt;
But being some one not flamboyant in society&lt;br&gt;
Is it worth that person should be subjected to farcical comedy&lt;br&gt;
Here we are all in this world face to face&lt;br&gt;
Some one is ahead and some lags in the race&lt;br&gt;
The matter is open for us to think&lt;br&gt;
Are we not in some matter same to him&lt;br&gt;
And yet sometimes&lt;br&gt;
we become the world&lt;br&gt;
we laugh at people and we jeer&lt;br&gt;
we get the pleasure for instant at that time&lt;br&gt;
look in ur heart &lt;strong&gt;dont u think its a crime&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2005/11/13/m_something_and_someone~303609/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk,2005-11-12:/2005/11/12/debut~301981/</id><title>Debut</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://no-holds-barred.blog.co.uk/2005/11/12/debut~301981/"/><author><name>parul</name></author><published>2005-11-12T13:37:29+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:18:20+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/n/no-holds-barred/img/piglet.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Prefatory:&lt;br&gt;
Salutation every1&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is my first post and m really late in writin it which was perhaps due to many reasons.&lt;br&gt;
Well now that I have begun ill be  regular .&lt;br&gt;
Now some thing I want to clearify is that m not a great writer &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; its jus that i love writin and readin (though  m lazy i don mean slothy even) so i wd like to express my feelings or rather my articles of faith nd my vantage points on substantial matters.&lt;br&gt;
With this note ill end.Also my pic revelas most of me a chirpy blithely person insouciant jus like the piglet there.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;    &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Coz u have to exist  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life is smooth and silky all through&lt;br&gt;
When cuddled in warmth of family u grow&lt;br&gt;
When ur mothers love embraces n fathers affection&lt;br&gt;
walls ur grief and stands for your protection&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Days r like butterfies&lt;br&gt;
all coloured and jovial&lt;br&gt;
passin by in springs of life&lt;br&gt;
one neva knows wat is sadness n strive&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then one day suddenly u meet the world in real&lt;br&gt;
the rendezvous strikes like a blitzkrieg&lt;br&gt;
Expectations-Deceptions-Consternations-jigsaws&lt;br&gt;
all surround u n life is full of flaws&lt;br&gt;
it curls ans twists and tunes to  tango in swift&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;paths r not that easy&lt;br&gt;
The meaning of existing is more complex&lt;br&gt;
than it sems to be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Your friends your foes ur love r all delusions&lt;br&gt;
time keeps changin ur perceptions&lt;br&gt;
wat u think flips in a fraction&lt;br&gt;
ur own thoughts face ur contradictions&lt;br&gt;
n u can feel the emancipation&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Confidence-optimism-endeavour&lt;br&gt;
tend to fade&lt;br&gt;
fears-depression do often raid&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But still ur feelings keep on moving&lt;br&gt;
joys n happiness come together clinging&lt;br&gt;
Another day begins ,u start creeping&lt;br&gt;
then u again start feeling&lt;br&gt;
Its life and it moves on this way&lt;br&gt;
U have to go on&lt;br&gt;
n move in ur way&lt;br&gt;
Problems r there n they persist&lt;br&gt;
u have to live with them&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;coz u have to exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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