<?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-2650562941418339346</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:49:40.571-08:00</updated><category term='Hindi Songs Download Online'/><category term='Surajkund'/><category term='Hindi Movies Lyrics'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Shaurya'/><category term='Radhekrishna Radhekrishna'/><category term='mehndi'/><category term='Ehsas 2001'/><category term='Lovely song'/><category term='Rajasthan Royal'/><category term='Jaipur Blasts'/><category term='Mohd Asif'/><category term='Dheere Dheere'/><category term='karva chauth'/><category term='Jaan Ve Haal-e-dil'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><category 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Shikayat hai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Khoobsoorat in aankhon mein dher se sapne bharke&lt;br /&gt;Mai is duniya mein aayi ya bheji gayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Rang, sundarta aur phool aur pattiyon se pyar karke&lt;br /&gt;Mai saadagi se pooja karti&lt;br /&gt;Us ishwar ki jiska pyar aanchal mein bharke&lt;br /&gt;Mai zindagi ka matlab samajhti&lt;br /&gt;Burayi ke parchhayi koson door sochke&lt;br /&gt;Har pal unka naam japa karti&lt;br /&gt;Kya karun kismet se raunde hue un khwabon ka&lt;br /&gt;Raat ko kaali parchhaiyon ka saath lete hue jeevan bitane ka&lt;br /&gt;Kyun yeh jeewan hai, kyun mujhpe yeh dukh hai&lt;br /&gt;Maine kisi ka kya liya&lt;br /&gt;Jo burayi ko yeh sukh hai&lt;br /&gt;Mann karta hai masal daalun is hari mehandi ko&lt;br /&gt;Ki jiske liye lagayi – usi ki nazar nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Ghhot dalun us mohabbat ko, tumhari archna ko &lt;br /&gt;Jiske koi mayene tumhare liye nahi&lt;br /&gt;kyun dekhte ko un moh bhari pathrayi si aakhon se&lt;br /&gt;mera dil bhi toot ta hai kabhi&lt;br /&gt;tumhari hi banayi hun&lt;br /&gt;un kaali parchhaiyon ki putli nahi&lt;br /&gt;janm dete ho to paalna bhi seekho&lt;br /&gt;naraz hoke baithne se sab kuch hota nahi&lt;br /&gt;bachpan se un cheezon ka pachhtawa karti aayi hun&lt;br /&gt;jinmein dosh mera nahi&lt;br /&gt;tum kya samajhte ho khud ko&lt;br /&gt;jao mera tumse koi rishta nahi&lt;br /&gt;sunte hain marke narak mein bhi jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;mujhe bhi tumhare pass aana nahi&lt;br /&gt;is dil ke gubar ko sambhalna mushkil hai&lt;br /&gt;par tumhe kya parvah? Tumhe to matlab hi nahi&lt;br /&gt;kehte hain tumhare darbar mein andher nahi&lt;br /&gt;kya ujale tumne meri kismet mein likhe hi nahi ?&lt;br /&gt;tumhe kis bat ka garv hai – o pyar ke devta&lt;br /&gt;pyar radha ke siwa tumne kabhi kiya hai kahin ?&lt;br /&gt;ghoomte raho un pedon mein, sunate raho pashu-pakshiyon ko bansi&lt;br /&gt;koi kaam hi to nahi tumhe, fansaya is jagat mein mujhe hi&lt;br /&gt;Ab samajhti hun kaviyon ka likhna – aansun peena&lt;br /&gt;kya chahate ho, gum ke sagar mein doob jaun?&lt;br /&gt;Tum raho mohan banke kaanha&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe raas mein ek gopi ki kami zarur khalegi&lt;br /&gt;Mann poora na ho sakega tumhara bhi&lt;br /&gt;Jo meri chhavi na rahegi&lt;br /&gt;Zinda rakhe ho mujhe, is ehsaan mein na rehna&lt;br /&gt;Marte marte jeena hi likha jayega itihas mein mere liye&lt;br /&gt;Na meri taraf dekho, na un aakhon se mujhe rijhao&lt;br /&gt;Jhoote jazbaton se ab mann behelta nahi&lt;br /&gt;Tumhari khushiyan tumhe hi Mubarak&lt;br /&gt;Aisi khushiyon se khushi hi to milti nahi&lt;br /&gt;Haath per deke na chalne ki saza di hai tumne mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Maaf karke khudko jee paaoge kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Mera sab kuch le lo, mujhe chaiye kuch nahi&lt;br /&gt;Itna ehsan karna, sansen bhi le lena, chod do mujhe fir usi haal mein kahin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1146970198326187908?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/1146970198326187908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1146970198326187908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1146970198326187908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1146970198326187908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2011/10/shikayat-hai.html' title='Shikayat hai.'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8069186577767963365</id><published>2011-08-23T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:26:37.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Divinity ..</title><content type='html'>In gehri baaton ko aaj tum pe chodti hun.. &lt;br /&gt;kuch waqt ke liye tumhara bachpan udhar leti hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8069186577767963365?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8069186577767963365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8069186577767963365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8069186577767963365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8069186577767963365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2011/08/divinity.html' title='Divinity ..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7650374769051274348</id><published>2011-08-23T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:24:25.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>A familiar subdued explosion..</title><content type='html'>My pen and paper have come out&lt;br /&gt;And here I am repeating history&lt;br /&gt;Heart is swollen and at times fumes with anger&lt;br /&gt;As to what bad I did to someone&lt;br /&gt;Why am I his dearest one ?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz therez a big price to pay&lt;br /&gt;To be the most sacred one&lt;br /&gt;Tears seem to roll out&lt;br /&gt;At no specific reason&lt;br /&gt;Their timing is out of question&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I live with a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;And I still don’t wish to complain&lt;br /&gt;Radhekrishna – I have what you gave me with love&lt;br /&gt;The worldly relations seem to take care&lt;br /&gt;But their chances to succeed are very rare&lt;br /&gt;Old flames aren’t forgotten&lt;br /&gt;They pull me with all attraction&lt;br /&gt;I snatch little moments of love&lt;br /&gt;From my left over relation&lt;br /&gt;My lord – O ‘Love God’&lt;br /&gt;Why this ‘sacred’ discrimination&lt;br /&gt;Me – the firm believer of love&lt;br /&gt;Why with broken heart and relation&lt;br /&gt;I say – my life is on a roll&lt;br /&gt;Just so in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, I know even you have your limitations&lt;br /&gt;Evils have their own strong revenge regulations&lt;br /&gt;I know, you are helpless, give me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and that will be everything&lt;br /&gt;You are sacred, you are pure&lt;br /&gt;Your face is what I most adore&lt;br /&gt;I love music, fishes and all your loved colors&lt;br /&gt;This strong connection and my love for nature&lt;br /&gt;It really isn’t bad to have an extra marital ;)&lt;br /&gt;Rare are the chances to be caught with a supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Stupid worldly things – hair fall, night fear and isolation&lt;br /&gt;At least have no meaning when I think in your direction&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I lose everything to evil – confidence, happiness and all relations&lt;br /&gt;All I wish to live, cherish and keep – is your connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7650374769051274348?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7051117625522492861</id><published>2011-03-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:09:07.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Songs Download Online'/><title type='text'>Lovely song - Kyu Mai Jaagoon - Patiala House</title><content type='html'>Something as lovely as this from the movie Patiala House...touches my heart with all its words..has been written straight from the heart.. do read thru the lyrics and listen to the &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/patiala_house_2011.html"&gt;song online&lt;/a&gt;. Shafqat and Anvita have made it memorable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer(s): Shafqat Amanat Ali&lt;br /&gt;Music Director: Shankar, Ehsaan &amp; Loy&lt;br /&gt;Lyricist: Anvita Dutt Guptan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe yunhi karke khwaabon se judaa&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kahan chup ke baitha hai khuda&lt;br /&gt;Jaanu na main kab hua khud se gumshuda&lt;br /&gt;Kaise jiyun rooh bhi mujhse hai judaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyun meri raahein, mujhse pooche ghar kahan hai&lt;br /&gt;Kyun mujhse aake, dastak pooche dar kahan hai&lt;br /&gt;Raahein aisi jinki manzil hi nahin&lt;br /&gt;Dhoondho mujhe ab main rehta hoon wahin&lt;br /&gt;Dil hai kahin aur dhadkan hai kahin&lt;br /&gt;Saansein hai magar kyun zinda main nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rait bani haathon se yun beh gayi&lt;br /&gt;Takdeer meri bikhri har jagah&lt;br /&gt;Kaise likhun phir se nayi daastan&lt;br /&gt;Gham ki siyahi dikhti hai kahan &lt;br /&gt;Aahein jo chuni hain meri thi raza&lt;br /&gt;Rehta hoon kyun phir khud se hi khafa&lt;br /&gt;Aisi bhi hui thi mujhse kya khata&lt;br /&gt;Tune jo mujhe di jeenay ki saza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banday tere maathe pe hain jo kheenchay&lt;br /&gt;Bas chand lakeeron jitna hai jahaan&lt;br /&gt;Aansu mere mujhko mita te hain rahe&lt;br /&gt;Rab ko hukm na mit ta hai yahan&lt;br /&gt;Raahein aisi jinki manzil hi nahin&lt;br /&gt;Dhoondho mujhe ab main rehta hoon wahin&lt;br /&gt;Dil hai kahin aur dhadkan hai kahin&lt;br /&gt;Saansien hai magar kyun zinda main nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyun main jaagoon, aur woh sapne bo raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Kyun mera rab yun, aankhien khole so raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Kyun main jaagoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7051117625522492861?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7051117625522492861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7051117625522492861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7051117625522492861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7051117625522492861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2011/03/lovely-song-kyu-mai-jaagoon-patiala.html' title='Lovely song - Kyu Mai Jaagoon - Patiala House'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2868322386689973156</id><published>2011-01-12T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:48:18.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty...err..happy about belated things..</title><content type='html'>:)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2868322386689973156?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2868322386689973156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2868322386689973156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2868322386689973156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2868322386689973156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2011/01/guiltyerrhappy-about-belated-things.html' title='Guilty...err..happy about belated things..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8483807473916260289</id><published>2010-10-25T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:40:54.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Songs Download Online'/><title type='text'>Guzaarish hai..yeh jo baarish hai..</title><content type='html'>I would like to share lyrics of one of the most beautiful songs which came in recently. The song is from the movie 'Guzarish' starred by Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai Bachchan. The new look of Hrithik somewhat similar to Kites gives a fresh look to the song. Song has been beautifully sung by KK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/guzaarish_2010.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;, lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si&lt;br /&gt;tumse Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh jo baarish hai&lt;br /&gt;dekho na&lt;br /&gt;yeh jo baarish hai&lt;br /&gt;is mein teri bahon mein&lt;br /&gt;mar jau&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si choti si&lt;br /&gt;ek khwaaish hai&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si tumse Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si tumse farmaaish hai&lt;br /&gt;yeh jo baarish hai&lt;br /&gt;dekho na yeh jo baarish hai&lt;br /&gt;is mein mere sang gunguna na na na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;gunguna na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;gunguna na na na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;is mein mere sang gunguna na&lt;br /&gt;kal radio pe aya tha jo wohi wala gana&lt;br /&gt;gaate gaate bahon mein mar jaana&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si choti si ek khwaaish hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas itni si tumse Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan Guzaarish hai&lt;br /&gt;Guzaarish hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8483807473916260289?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8483807473916260289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8483807473916260289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8483807473916260289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8483807473916260289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2010/10/guzaarish-haiyeh-jo-baarish-hai.html' title='Guzaarish hai..yeh jo baarish hai..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-1374750011493682086</id><published>2010-04-12T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:37:36.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Love me..Love me not..</title><content type='html'>भूल जाती हूँ कि खफा तो अपनों से हुआ जाता है .. पराये लोगों से नहीं..&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, तुम अब वो नहीं, तुम मेरे नहीं.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1374750011493682086?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/1374750011493682086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1374750011493682086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1374750011493682086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1374750011493682086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-melove-me-not.html' title='Love me..Love me not..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5781796832693184347</id><published>2010-04-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:57:26.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Songs Download Online'/><title type='text'>Kites Songs</title><content type='html'>There is another lovely addition to the world of music..yet another song in a zillion or whatever but still to be noticed. The new hindi movie ‘Kites’ has a unique music. To me it seems to be a fusion of two different streams flowing into one another so seamlessly that I bet you will like it. Do read its lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/kites.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Director : Rajesh Roshan&lt;br /&gt;Singer: K.K&lt;br /&gt;Lyricists : Naseer Faraaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Do Pal ki &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Do Pal ki &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intezar KAb tak &lt;br /&gt;Hum karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe pyaar kab tak na karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi do pal ki &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein Tumhari chupa di hai mene to apni yeh jaan&lt;br /&gt;Ab Tumhi Isko Sambhalo Humein Apna hosh Kahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekhudi do pal ki &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi do pal ki&lt;br /&gt;Intezar kab tak &lt;br /&gt;Hum karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe pyaar kab tak na karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek chota sa vaada is umar se zyada Acha hain sanam &lt;br /&gt;Har modh par saath Is liye rahete hain ab dono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti do pal ki &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi do pal ki&lt;br /&gt;Intezar KAb tak &lt;br /&gt;Hum karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe pyaar kab tak na karenge bhala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Do Pal ki &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Do Pal ki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5781796832693184347?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5781796832693184347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5781796832693184347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5781796832693184347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5781796832693184347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2010/04/kites-songs.html' title='Kites Songs'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-9182532940521048819</id><published>2010-03-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:20:26.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>प्रश्‍न</title><content type='html'>प्यार मेरा तुम लेते नही, रिश्ता भी ठुकराते नही&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारा ही प्यार माँग माँग के इकठा किया है&lt;br /&gt;कभी सूद समेत वापिस माँगा तो जाने क्या दूँगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यूही झिड़क देते हो, ज़रा हट्के बैठते हो&lt;br /&gt;पहचान ने के लिए ही चुपके से तुम्हे छूके देखा है&lt;br /&gt;किसी दिन खुद तुमने बाहों में भर लिया तो जाने कैसे संभल पाउगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ज़रा खून निकलने से दिल दहलता है, दिल भी कभी चोट खाता है&lt;br /&gt;उसी दिल से रागों में खून दौड़ता है&lt;br /&gt;अब पूछ बैठे कि मेरे दिल से खून क्यूँ निकला करे तो क्या कहूँगी &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एहमियत नही, विश्वास है कि गिरी तो हाथ तुम दोगे नही&lt;br /&gt;मन को समझा कर बैठी हू कि आदट नही&lt;br /&gt;और ये क्या कि सबके सामने दूर से हाथ रखा है तुमने अभी?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-9182532940521048819?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/9182532940521048819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=9182532940521048819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/9182532940521048819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/9182532940521048819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='प्रश्‍न'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6110866350119519212</id><published>2009-11-02T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:46:13.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Songs Download Online'/><title type='text'>Lovely Song: Tu Jane Na..Milke Bhi</title><content type='html'>After a long time, I am catching up with my blog again for a very beautiful song has touched my heart yet again. Not sure how the movie ‘Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani’ would be but the song ‘Kaise batayein’ is amazing and is very well sung by Atif Aslam. Please read the lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/ajab_prem_ki_ghazab_kahani.html"&gt;download &lt;/a&gt;it from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise btaayein kyun tujhko chahe yaara btaa na paaye&lt;br /&gt;Baatein dilo ki dekho jo baagi aankhein tujhe samjhaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;Milke bhi hum na mile Tum se na jaane kyun meelon ke hai faasle&lt;br /&gt;Tum se na jaane kyun anjaane hai silsale&lt;br /&gt;Tum se na jaane kyun sapne hai&lt;br /&gt;Palkon tale tum se na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Kaise btaayein kyun tujhko chahe yaara btaa na paaye&lt;br /&gt;Baatein dilo ki dekho jo baagi aankhein tujhe samjhaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaa ..&lt;br /&gt;Nigahon mein dekho meri jo hai bas gaya&lt;br /&gt;Woh hai milta tumse hubahu&lt;br /&gt;Ooo jaane teri aankhein thi ya baatein ki waja&lt;br /&gt;Huea tum jo dil ki aarzoo&lt;br /&gt;Tum paas ho ke bhi Tum aas ho ke bhi&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaas ho ke bhi Apne nahi aise hain&lt;br /&gt;Humko gile tumse na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Meelon ke hain faasle Tum se na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;http://www.top10bollywood.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo jaane na jaane na jaane na .. aaa tu jaane na ..&lt;br /&gt;Khayalon mein lakhon baatein yun tu keh gaya&lt;br /&gt;Bola kuch na tere samne&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Huea na be-gaane bhi tum hoke haar ke&lt;br /&gt;Dekho tum na mere hi bane&lt;br /&gt;Afsos hota hai dil bhi yeh rota hai&lt;br /&gt;Sapne sanjota hai Pagla hua soche yeh&lt;br /&gt;Hum the mile tumse na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Meelon ke hain faasle Tum se na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Anjaane hai silsale&lt;br /&gt;Tum se na jaane kyun sapne hai&lt;br /&gt;Palkon tale tum se na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;Kaise btaayein kyun tujhko chahe yaara btaa na paaye&lt;br /&gt;Baatein dilo ki dekho jo baagi aankhein tujhe samjhaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu jaane na .. tu 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href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovely-song-tu-jane-namilke-bhi.html' title='Lovely Song: Tu Jane Na..Milke Bhi'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6196630844812235079</id><published>2009-09-24T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:45:53.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Memorable Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Srsw8HQ_kaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/paXY1ST-kgQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6196630844812235079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/09/memorable-moments.html' title='Memorable Moments'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Srsw8HQ_kaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/paXY1ST-kgQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-628237306626229352</id><published>2009-09-08T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:21:53.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Icy Glimpses</title><content type='html'>Stealing glances I do and you do too :)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what relation we are holding to&lt;br /&gt;You hated me, I ignored you too&lt;br /&gt;You are ignoring me still and I wonder why this is a distraction too&lt;br /&gt;Yet you keep sitting next to me..&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly though..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-628237306626229352?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/628237306626229352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=628237306626229352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/628237306626229352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/628237306626229352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/09/icy-glimpses.html' title='Icy Glimpses'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3745594066448432225</id><published>2009-07-30T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:33:48.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lasting Momentary Love..</title><content type='html'>Loosing heart and soul and the senses to write ..in love deeply..with every breath i take..do you know how much i love you..i hope for once you know how much i do. helpless in love and missing you so much. i see you every moment through my eyes but for the ones i mustn't..i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely song &lt;a href="http://10.11.0.2:8090/corporate/webpages/accessdenied.jsp?clientip=172.16.2.71&amp;category=Music&amp;sitename=ww.smashits.com/bollywood/movies/5875/chhoti-si-baat.html"&gt;'Na jaane kyu' &lt;/a&gt;from the movie 'Chhoti si baat'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kyun, hotaa hai ye zindagi ke saath&lt;br /&gt;achaanak ye man&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke jaane ke baad, kare phir uski yaad&lt;br /&gt;chhoti chhoti si baat, na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo anjaan pal&lt;br /&gt;dhal gaye kal, aaj wo&lt;br /&gt;rang badal badal, man ko machal machal&lt;br /&gt;rahen hain chhal na jaane kyun wo anjaan pal&lt;br /&gt;dhal gaye kal, aaj wo&lt;br /&gt;rang badal badal, man ko machal machal&lt;br /&gt;rahen hain chhal na jaane kyun wo anjaan pal&lt;br /&gt;saje binaa mere nainon me&lt;br /&gt;toote re haay re sapanon ke mahal&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kyun, hotaa hai ye zindagi ke saath&lt;br /&gt;achaanak ye man&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke jaane ke baad, kare phir uski yaad&lt;br /&gt;chhoti chhoti si baat, na jaane kyuun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi hai dagar&lt;br /&gt;wohi hai safar, hai nahin&lt;br /&gt;pass mere magar, ab meraa hamsafar&lt;br /&gt;idhar udhar dhoondhe nazar wohi hai dagar&lt;br /&gt;wohi hai safar, hai nahin&lt;br /&gt;pass mere magar, ab meraa hamsafar&lt;br /&gt;idhar udhar dhoondhe nazar wohi hai dagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahaan gayin shaamen madbhari&lt;br /&gt;wo mere, mere wo din gaye kidhar&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kyun, hotaa hai ye zindagi ke saath&lt;br /&gt;achaanak ye man&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke jaane ke baad, kare phir uski yaad&lt;br /&gt;chhoti chhoti si baat, na jaane kyuun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5690365124381738390</id><published>2009-06-25T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:48:47.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>प्यार से..प्यार में</title><content type='html'>यूँ तड्पना छिपा है&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ सीने में&lt;br /&gt;बातों की बेरुखी&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ मेरी ही मुहब्ब्त में?&lt;br /&gt;उन्हीं के लिये दिल धडकना &lt;br /&gt;क्यूं लिखा है किस्मत में&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;शायद जब छटपटाते हुए हाथ से उनकी चाह निकले&lt;br /&gt;प्यार में हम जल-बुझे तो कुछ असर हो उन्हें भी..|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5690365124381738390?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5690365124381738390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5690365124381738390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5690365124381738390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5690365124381738390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='प्यार से..प्यार में'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2159470837040606709</id><published>2009-04-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:41:29.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>कसक</title><content type='html'>मुझे साँस नहीं&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारी साँसों की ज़रुरत है&lt;br /&gt;मेरा हाल ना पूछो&lt;br /&gt;कभी मेरे लिये ही मुस्कुरा दो तो खुशी होगी&lt;br /&gt;मेरे शब्दों से अर्थ तो निकालने लगे हो&lt;br /&gt;उनके मायिने तो बदले नहीं..हाँ, तुम समझे नहीं तो सब निरर्थक होगा&lt;br /&gt;वक्त बीतता जा रहा है&lt;br /&gt;आयिने में अक्स तुम्हारा अब भी दिखता नहीं&lt;br /&gt;हाथों में हाथ महसूस हों ना हों&lt;br /&gt;एक रूह छू देने वाला खयाल कह दो, होगा काफी वही&lt;br /&gt;खवाब देख देख ज़िन्दगी कटती नहीं&lt;br /&gt;पर सपनों में भी आरज़ू पूरी होती है कभी?&lt;br /&gt;जीने लगी हूँ खुद ही&lt;br /&gt;तो ये क्या, प्यार में पिघलने लगे वो भी..?!&lt;br /&gt;जो माँगो वो मिलता नहीं&lt;br /&gt;और बिन माँगे भी मिलता है सभी&lt;br /&gt;शायद सब्र का नाम ज़िन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;और सब्र करके जो मिले मीठा फल वही&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारी चाहत दिल में कम होती नहीं&lt;br /&gt;कभी प्यार करोगे हमसे भी तुम उतना ही&lt;br /&gt;प्यार होता पाने का ही नाम नहीं&lt;br /&gt;प्यार दिल में करते रहे, किया ज़ायर नहीं&lt;br /&gt;पल पल साथ हो मेरे&lt;br /&gt;फिर भी ये कसक है कि जाती ही नहीं..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2159470837040606709?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2159470837040606709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2159470837040606709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2159470837040606709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2159470837040606709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='कसक'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3950799200629048938</id><published>2009-03-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:58:21.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>तुम याद आये..पर क्या खूब याद आये!</title><content type='html'>वो हसीन पल याद कुछ ऐसे आये&lt;br /&gt;किसी और के चहरे से तुम तक फिर हम आये&lt;br /&gt;वो इन्सान जो हमें पहचान तो ना पाये&lt;br /&gt;शुक्रिया उनका, जो धूप में तुम्हारी छाँव लाये&lt;br /&gt;दो आँसू फिर आँखों में छलक आये&lt;br /&gt;क्या हम भी तुम्हें याद आये?&lt;br /&gt;हज़ार ख्याल कौंध गये&lt;br /&gt;बरसात के दिन जैसे आये&lt;br /&gt;खिडकी के शीशे वो बाँहें फैलाये&lt;br /&gt;आँखों में तुम्हारा अक्स जैसे दिख जाये&lt;br /&gt;भीड के बीच गहरी साँस लिये&lt;br /&gt;होंठों पे तुम्हारा नाम लाये&lt;br /&gt;पर ज़ुबान भी लड्खडाये&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी के मोड पे तज्जुब सा हो जाये&lt;br /&gt;जानकर खुश हुए?&lt;br /&gt;कि आज भी तुम्हारी अवाज़ दिल को छू जाये..&lt;br /&gt;आज एक अरसे बाद हम मुस्कुराये&lt;br /&gt;प्यार के वो दीवाने एहसास लौट आये&lt;br /&gt;:)..इतने सवाल ज़हन में उठ आये&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ ये सब तब याद ना आये&lt;br /&gt;इश्वर का शुक्रिया जो किसी का कुछ गुम जाये&lt;br /&gt;इसी बहाने से सही हम उन्हें याद आये&lt;br /&gt;उस रोज़ तुम हमें याद आये..&lt;br /&gt;क्या मालुम्..क्या खूब् याद आये!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-3950799200629048938?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/3950799200629048938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=3950799200629048938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3950799200629048938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3950799200629048938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='तुम याद आये..पर क्या खूब याद आये!'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-636064563679369443</id><published>2009-02-24T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:53:39.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socha Na Tha</title><content type='html'>The Hindi movie ‘Socha Na Tha’ is very close to my heart especially because of its simplicity and cute way of picturizing the couple in love. The movie is very different from other romantic movies and Ayesha Takia (Aditi) and Abhay Deol (Viren) have acted very well. In fact, they look good together. The songs of the movie are unique and simple. &lt;a href="www.songs.pk/socha_na_tha.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;. A few lines from a song of the movie and a few afterthoughts on it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera tumhara kya rishta hai&lt;br /&gt;kuch bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;agar kabhi tum guzarta dekho&lt;br /&gt;kya tum mujhe bulaogi&lt;br /&gt;shayad nahi&lt;br /&gt;agar jo phir hum kabhi na mile to&lt;br /&gt;kya tum yaad aaogi nahi&lt;br /&gt;kion k tum meri koi nahi&lt;br /&gt;main janta hoon magar &lt;br /&gt;ho jub meri koi nahi&lt;br /&gt;kion lagti ho mujh ko parai' nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaas tumhare kuch sahi hain, kuch galat abhi..&lt;br /&gt;jo hoti tumhari koi nahi, kyun karti yaad..kyu rakhti tumhe pass ab bhi&lt;br /&gt;Shayd har koi milta nahi, kisi rishte se hi kahin&lt;br /&gt;Saath bhi rehne ke liye.. samne ho..yeh zaruri nahi&lt;br /&gt;Uski choti batein, ichhayen poori karke hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;Uski adaton ko apne mein utaarke hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;Yaad maine rakha hai har pal kisi ko.. &lt;br /&gt;Na milke bhi jeene ke liye lagta hai kaafi yahi&lt;div 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Tha'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-19876806669706724</id><published>2009-02-12T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:34:57.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>कभी सोचा है तुमने..</title><content type='html'>एक झिड्क तुम्हारी, क्या असर कर जाती है&lt;br /&gt;नाज़ुक से दिल पे मेरे, एक एक घाव अभी भी बाकी है&lt;br /&gt;और कहाँ एक नज़र तुम्हारी, प्यार से मेरी ओर पलटी है&lt;br /&gt;बुझे से मेरे दिन को, रोशन रोशन किये है&lt;br /&gt;एक ख्वाहिश भी तुम्हारी, जो कभी ज़ायर हुई है&lt;br /&gt;तो सूरज से भी सुनहरा वर्णु उतार लाने की इच्छा हुई है&lt;br /&gt;एक झलक पे तुम्हारी, लोगों ने जान देने कि बातें करी हैं?&lt;br /&gt;हमें हर पल में सौ सौ बार मरके भी साथ जीने की ख्वाहिश् हुई है&lt;br /&gt;भावुक तो हो, कुछ कह पाने में मुश्किल तुम्हें है&lt;br /&gt;कम बोलती थी,प्यार में तुम्हारी ज़ुबान बनने की चाहत हुई है&lt;br /&gt;एक दीवार से कई बार अन्धेरे में भिड जाती हूँ, बहुत चोट पायी है&lt;br /&gt;चाँद को उस पार देखकर्, दीवाने दिल का रुक पाना भी मुश्किल है&lt;br /&gt;एक नहीं हज़ार उपमायें मिली होगीं तुम्हें, नहीं?&lt;br /&gt;किस चीज़ कि तारीफ पहले हो, इस उधेड्बुन से निकलने की कोशिशें हैं&lt;br /&gt;एक बढाई भी चुन लूँ उन सभी में, तो कम मुश्किल नहीं है&lt;br /&gt;तुम ही ने कहा, तुम्हें पसंद नहीं है..&lt;br /&gt;एक मुस्कुराहट के लिये तुम्हारी, क्या क्या किया है&lt;br /&gt;सर से पाँव तक बदल चुकी हूँ, क्या कोई मुझे अब भी पहचानता है?&lt;br /&gt;एक पुरानी मीठी-शब्द्-लकीर पे तुम्हारी, गेहरा विशवास हुआ है&lt;br /&gt;बाद के खुरदुरे रासतों को भी,'ज़िन्दगी के उतार्-चढाव्' करार दिया है&lt;br /&gt;इच्छा है कि भीड से अलग बनो, तुम्हारे साथ चलने की दरकार है&lt;br /&gt;एक दिन के लिये ही सही, आसमाँ मुझपे वो नूर बख्शे&lt;br /&gt;प्यार तो है तुम्हें, पर उसे देख पगलों सा हो जाये!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-19876806669706724?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/19876806669706724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=19876806669706724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/19876806669706724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/19876806669706724'/><link 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हैं&lt;br /&gt;रेड लाइट अभी खुली नहीं&lt;br /&gt;आज उसे किस्मत से एक गाडी मिली&lt;br /&gt;धीरे से शीशा खुलता है&lt;br /&gt;कोई सारे गुब्बारे ले लेता है&lt;br /&gt;वो गुब्बारे पकडाता है&lt;br /&gt;और बेहद खुशी से मुस्कुराता है&lt;br /&gt;पैसे लेके&lt;br /&gt;आगे चल पडता है&lt;br /&gt;तभी एक छोटा बच्चा &lt;br /&gt;नंगे पैर वोही गाडी बजाता है&lt;br /&gt;और उसी इन्सान को देखता&lt;br /&gt;दयनीय सी दृश्टि से वोही गुब्बारे माँगता है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरा दिल जाने क्या सोचता है&lt;br /&gt;कुछ गहराईयों में डूब जाता है..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-493646734375978916?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/493646734375978916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I don’t believe Sunidhi Chauhan and Adnan Sami sang it so WELL! The song is simply melodious, engrossing, involving..Dheere Dheere. With the entire song sung in the softest possible tone in a low pitch, this song touches my heart deeply. I am thankful to those who were involved in the creation of this song and am glad to have heard it..blessed to have drowned in these depths of love. With the Valentines’ Day at the doorstep, revive your feelings by reading the lyrics of the beautiful song of ‘Dheere Dheere’ of the hindi movie ‘Shaurya’. &lt;a href="www.funmaza.com/indianmusic/shaurya.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi Aarzoo geet ga to rahi hai &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;ummmm&lt;br /&gt;Meri zindagi mein tu aa to rahi hai &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere hoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;hoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jage jage na jane kaise hai yeh armaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho Lamhe lamhe dil mein nache jaise pariya ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reshmi si hawayen aate jate Sunaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chahat ki ek daastan &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere ho &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere dheere dheere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi Aarzoo geet ga to rahi hai &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Haule haule bane hai kaise afsane&lt;br /&gt;ho&lt;br /&gt;Khoye khoye mile hai kaise anjane]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laga raha hai abb aise &lt;br /&gt;koi kehta ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badle sara sama&lt;br /&gt;Magar Dheere Dheere&lt;br /&gt;hoo hoho ho&lt;br /&gt;Magar Dheere Dheere&lt;br /&gt;Magar Dheere Dheere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi Aarzoo geet ga to rahi hai &lt;br /&gt;Magar dheere dheere hoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6762982973224725633?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6762982973224725633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6762982973224725633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6762982973224725633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6762982973224725633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaurya-magar-dheere-dheere-song-and.html' title='Shaurya: Magar Dheere Dheere: Song and Lyrics'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8856765337168209968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8856765337168209968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8856765337168209968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_15.html' title='ख्याल्'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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Sonam Kapoor looks like a sweet girl next door. The song has been written in a very unqiue way of writing. After a long time I heard a song with such unqiue and fresh lyrics. Please read the lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/delhi6.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye masakali masakali&lt;br /&gt;Ud mataak kali mataak kali&lt;br /&gt;Aye masakali masakali&lt;br /&gt;Ud mataak kali mataak kali&lt;br /&gt;Aye masakali masa masa masakali&lt;br /&gt;Ud mataak kali mataak kali&lt;br /&gt;Masakali masakali&lt;br /&gt;Ud mataak kali mataak kali&lt;br /&gt;Zara phank jhatak gai&lt;br /&gt;Dhool atak aur lachak machak ke duur bhatak&lt;br /&gt;Ud dagar dagar kasbe kuche nukkad basti&lt;br /&gt;Mein yeah e yeah e&lt;br /&gt;Itdi se mud ada ud&lt;br /&gt;Kar le puri dil ki tamanna&lt;br /&gt;Hawa se jud ada se ud&lt;br /&gt;Purr bhuur bhurrr phuurrr&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai hera panna ree&lt;br /&gt;Masakali masakali&lt;br /&gt;Ud mataak kali mataak kali&lt;br /&gt;Masakali masa masa masa kali&lt;br /&gt;Hey matak …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of Masakali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the good-to-hear word masakali as explained by the director of the movie Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra indicates a white pigeon which has been shown flying around Sonam Kapoor in the song. A pure white pigeon is a symbol of innocence, gentleness, peace and liberation and aspires to fly high and hence the lovely dove in the movie has been named Masakali! Such a beautiful name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SXBEEizEylI/AAAAAAAAAag/tGbl4LW6MuM/s1600-h/R0CAQZREXYCAVF02WPCAV85CJECA6EA3EECAAAV04QCAGWOYBJCA7SYZVICAUTSMO8CAZEHCBXCA5QA1QLCATB9MBRCAE3SNH1CAGWUQRBCA1SU3LBCAHTN8GRCANRGOCYCACG0SNSCAV2C3Y6CAI3OUTX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SXBEEizEylI/AAAAAAAAAag/tGbl4LW6MuM/s320/R0CAQZREXYCAVF02WPCAV85CJECA6EA3EECAAAV04QCAGWOYBJCA7SYZVICAUTSMO8CAZEHCBXCA5QA1QLCATB9MBRCAE3SNH1CAGWUQRBCA1SU3LBCAHTN8GRCANRGOCYCACG0SNSCAV2C3Y6CAI3OUTX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291804407011527250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4125208370556149176?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/4125208370556149176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=4125208370556149176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4125208370556149176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4125208370556149176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/delhi-6-2009-masakali-masakali.html' title='Delhi-6 2009 – Masakali Masakali'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SXBEEizEylI/AAAAAAAAAag/tGbl4LW6MuM/s72-c/R0CAQZREXYCAVF02WPCAV85CJECA6EA3EECAAAV04QCAGWOYBJCA7SYZVICAUTSMO8CAZEHCBXCA5QA1QLCATB9MBRCAE3SNH1CAGWUQRBCA1SU3LBCAHTN8GRCANRGOCYCACG0SNSCAV2C3Y6CAI3OUTX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5226990705472267317</id><published>2009-01-14T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:13:41.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Movies'/><title type='text'>A Few Favourite Movies..</title><content type='html'>Dil To Pagal Hai&lt;br /&gt;Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge&lt;br /&gt;Dor&lt;br /&gt;Hum Aapke Hain Kaun&lt;br /&gt;Hum Saath Saath Hain&lt;br /&gt;Jodha Akbar&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam&lt;br /&gt;Kuch Kuch hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Lamhe&lt;br /&gt;Paheli&lt;br /&gt;Saathiya&lt;br /&gt;Shabd&lt;br /&gt;Vivah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5226990705472267317?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5226990705472267317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5226990705472267317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5226990705472267317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5226990705472267317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-favourite-movies.html' title='A Few Favourite Movies..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-4484811221701034564</id><published>2009-01-14T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:44:01.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi NCR Tourist Spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damdama Lake'/><title type='text'>Weekend Hangouts - Delhi NCR: Damdama Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SW3P6PFSnKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/I3WGrjsHe6w/s1600-h/www.damdamalake.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SW3P6PFSnKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/I3WGrjsHe6w/s400/www.damdamalake.com.jpg" border="0" alt="www.damdamalake.com"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291113736618286242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Near Bhondsi, Delhi-Alwar Highway, 45 Km From Dhaula Kuan Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must visit during&lt;/strong&gt;: Winter season (November – March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotspots:&lt;/strong&gt; Lake, Boating, Trekking, Restaurants, Camel Rides, Tents, Badminton ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Access:&lt;/strong&gt; Well connected through Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another attractive tourist spot in Delhi NCR which has been developed for past 4 years is near the Damdama lake. The nearby land has been developed very well. It is a good weekend hangout cum picnic spot for families, friends and couples. The Lake has loads of water even though it did not rain there for past 2-3 years and is very clean. With the lovely wintery morning, we went there. The drive was nice with good and well-maintained roads which lead us to the area. We entered the gate, parked car and started to figure out ways of reaching the lake. I abruptly saw a small pile of sand and climbed on top of it. From there I could see sand and sand everywhere and I wondered if we had come in a desert area like Jaisalmer! We saw a few people coming from a used way on the sand and made our way towards them, crossed them and moved on not knowing where to go. Slowly we walked on a sandy path which was covered with bushes on both sides. After such a long time we had some time to walk in silence, away from the bustling city life and walking to a place we never knew and didn’t care what it would be. It was a time off from tensions and near to curiosity. The bushy path led us to a vast green patch of grass. Also in the sight was a big orange colored boat lying in a little wet area but on mud. I stared around the vast expanse and after a long time felt the beauty of silence. Mesmerized with the beauty of the place with a hilly wet green look and absorbing the silence within.  Just similar to a scene from a movie, my ears sensed a little sound of bells and footsteps. After a few seconds the sound was clearer along with the noise of a herd at a standard pace with bells ringing louder than before.. and all this between the deep silence. It seemed bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After absorbing the bells’ sound, I realized the other breathtaking things around which included the boat as my main attraction. I ram and climbed it. It was such fun. I had never played for long and felt so childish! I was climbing the little crests in the boat –small benches where people would sit and the small engine in the middle. I climbed through the left side of the boat. The boat rested towards the left initially and its right side held aloft. It was such fun! Suddenly something funny though scary happened. In a playful mood as I wash, I moved onto the right side of the boat not knowing that my weight would suddenly bring the right side of the boat rocking on the ground. For once, I stood breathless and missing a few heartbeats. When all seemed under control and the boat did not tumble altogether then I quickly jumped to the ground and sensed a sigh of relief. I forgot all about it soon in excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we saw a few huts rather tent arrangements with beautiful plants hanging in round baskets on each one. The caretaker there showed us around where there were tents for couples and families to stay. For a day including food they said would charge 1000k per person. There was a small arrangement for kids to play Badminton. There was a mess for serving food. There were many other games related to hills since Aravalis are also a part of the whole landscape.  People can enjoy air ballooning, para sailing, rock climbing, cycling, angling, trekking and camping which means it’s simply fun! As communicated by the caretaker, it seemed a good spot for small get together and the camps can house about 100 people at a time. The bookings are done from Delhi main office. They also had camel rides along the lakeside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a lovely experience of countryside and a mixture of looks of multiple terrains like rocky, deserty, oasis type look. I liked the place and hope you do too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4484811221701034564?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/4484811221701034564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=4484811221701034564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4484811221701034564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4484811221701034564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-hangouts-delhi-ncr-damdama-lake.html' title='Weekend Hangouts - Delhi NCR: Damdama Lake'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SW3P6PFSnKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/I3WGrjsHe6w/s72-c/www.damdamalake.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5102135612338616231</id><published>2009-01-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:51:35.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lohri Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='लोहडी'/><title type='text'>लोहडी मुबारक हो</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWw5k1ttYhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P-MqUSqCVow/s1600-h/lohri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWw5k1ttYhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P-MqUSqCVow/s200/lohri1.jpg" border="0" alt="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.redalkemi.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/lohri1.JPG&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.redalkemi.com/blog/%3Fp%3D157&amp;usg=__gX899sWJfcie7-YUZFYCk6HVEFo=&amp;h=245&amp;w=327&amp;sz=15&amp;hl=en&amp;start=24&amp;sig2=19HOrStGMPaqINazMGsE8A&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=eWHURpVFfEdFJM:&amp;tbnh=88&amp;tbnw=118&amp;ei=szlsSfb7HovKsQLZmvmhBA&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlohri%26start%3D18%26ndsp%3D18%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4SKPB_enIN303IN304%26sa%3DN"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666967310361106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उन्हें भेज ना सकूँ लोहडी की बधाईयाँ&lt;br /&gt;कहूँ हवाओं से मेरी भी ले जाना&lt;br /&gt;लौटते में वहाँ से जब आना&lt;br /&gt;तिल्, गुड और मूँगफली की महक ले आना&lt;br /&gt;आँखों में भरके तुम लाना&lt;br /&gt;हँसते हुए उनके चहरे की छाप छोड जाना&lt;br /&gt;पंजाबी गीतों की थाप समेट लाना&lt;br /&gt;वो जिस पर थिरकें वो गीत मुझे सुनाना&lt;br /&gt;पर छुप कर ज़रा तुम रहना&lt;br /&gt;ना उन्हें बताना&lt;br /&gt;उनकी खुशी के रंग में..&lt;br /&gt;मेरे प्यार का एक रंग भी बिखेर आना.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5102135612338616231?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5102135612338616231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5102135612338616231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5102135612338616231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5102135612338616231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html' title='लोहडी मुबारक हो'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWw5k1ttYhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P-MqUSqCVow/s72-c/lohri1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-4945126941060232372</id><published>2009-01-12T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:03:26.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi NCR Tourist Spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surajkund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faridabad Tourism'/><title type='text'>Delhi NCR Tourist Spot for Weekend: Surajkund</title><content type='html'>For the slow ones like me living in Delhi NCR and yet not been able to figure out places to spend weekends, there are a few nice ones where I have been to. One of them is Surajkund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWsneoWviYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FBzC5P93X_g/s1600-h/hdr_har_surajkund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWsneoWviYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FBzC5P93X_g/s200/hdr_har_surajkund.jpg" border="0" alt="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://asi.nic.in/images/headers/hdr_har_surajkund.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://asi.nic.in/asi_monu_tktd_haryana_surajkund.asp&amp;usg=__QfNx2i-hliVriDOlzIy30nx9gYc=&amp;h=256&amp;w=780&amp;sz=45&amp;hl=en&amp;start=3&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=pwW_539vXrA4PM:&amp;tbnh=47&amp;tbnw=142&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsurajkund%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4SKPB_enIN303IN304%26sa%3DN"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290365594459146626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Faridabad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must visit on:&lt;/strong&gt; 23rd Surajkund Crafts Mela, 1-15th February, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotspots: &lt;/strong&gt;Design Galleries of famous designers of the likes of Ritu Beri, CC Day in the natural ambience of a multitude of trees, Circular Clearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Access:&lt;/strong&gt; Surajkund has good routes and lies 8kms from South Delhi. For more details, please refer to http://haryanatourism.com/surajkund/howtoreach.asp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surajkund is a must visit place especially for people who love greenery and solace like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circular Clearance&lt;/strong&gt;: The major attraction there was the main surajkund which was unfortunately dry because of less rain when I visited it (about a month back i.e. around December’08). It looks like an old amphitheatre. I think winters are the best time when you can visit it since it is an open place with loads of greenery. The light winters with mild sunlight are a tempting combination of weather to visit the place and sit at its lovely hangouts with your family and friends.  The main kund is a vast circular clearance like a deep bowl made of stones and has several stairs running from top to the bottom. Not only because of its historical importance but the place is also admirable in terms of the symmetry and architecture. Couples have a nice time sitting together, families and children have also been enjoying their visits on the kund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Designer Galleries&lt;/strong&gt;: The one who has planned the whole tourist place is indeed close to creativity. The place has a separate space and shops. These are Designer Galleries of the well known designers like Ritu Beri and Ritu Agnihotri. These galleries have designer cushions and cushion covers, decorative pieces, bedsheets, kurtas for males and females, lovely colourful – sleek and simple bangles, anklets and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Café Coffee Day&lt;/strong&gt;: CC Day has chosen a really beautiful place to setup its outlet amongst the trees. Except the seating capacity inside, they also have umbrellas outside and its like sitting only and only among the greens!! I loved my visit while having a cup of coffee and the warm muffin in the slight wintery evening. Being very close to nature, it was a unique and different experience and was really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huts for Stay&lt;/strong&gt;: The place also offers stay for multiple days with nice, creative looking huts. I am sure they are cosy as well!&lt;br /&gt;The preparation of the Craft Mela had begun in December and I must say I am really looking forward to visit it during that time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4945126941060232372?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/4945126941060232372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=4945126941060232372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4945126941060232372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4945126941060232372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/delhi-ncr-tourist-spot-for-weekend.html' title='Delhi NCR Tourist Spot for Weekend: Surajkund'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SWsneoWviYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FBzC5P93X_g/s72-c/hdr_har_surajkund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2801574768983535008</id><published>2009-01-09T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:23:28.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Memorable Moments: Ajnabi shehar hai</title><content type='html'>A song which indeed touches the depth of heart and really gives a beautiful feeling – that of a moon shinning in all its glory when the earth rises to touch the sky and when the sky blankets the beautiful earth..the lyrics have been written with the most beautiful imagination and I cannot help but admire the passionate thoughts of the poet. Wishing to listen to more of such lovely songs.. Please read the lyrics of ‘Ajnabi shehar hai’ of Jaan-E-Mann and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/jaan_e_mann.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi shehar hai&lt;br /&gt;ajnabi shaam hai&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ajnabi kya tera naam hai&lt;br /&gt;ajeeb hai ye zindagi ye zindagi ajeeb hai&lt;br /&gt;ye milti hai bicharti hai bicharke phir se milti hai&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi shehar hai&lt;br /&gt;ajnabi shaam hai&lt;br /&gt;aap ke bagair bhi humein&lt;br /&gt;meeti lagein udasiyaan&lt;br /&gt;kya ye aap kaa aap kaa kamaal hai&lt;br /&gt;shayed aapko khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;hil rahi hai paaon ki zameen&lt;br /&gt;kya ye aap ka aap kaa khayaal hai&lt;br /&gt;ajnabi shehar mein zindagi mil gayi&lt;br /&gt;ajeeb hai ye zindagi ye zindagi ajeeb hai&lt;br /&gt;mein samjha tha kareeb hai ye auron ka naseeb hai&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi shehar hai&lt;br /&gt;ajnabi shaam hai&lt;br /&gt;baat hai ye ek raat ki&lt;br /&gt;aap badalon pe letey the&lt;br /&gt;hmm woh yaad hai aapne bulaya tha&lt;br /&gt;sardi lag rahi thi aapko&lt;br /&gt;patli chandi lapetey the&lt;br /&gt;aur shaan mein khowaab ke sulaya tha&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi thi sahi saans mein silgayi&lt;br /&gt;ajeeb hai ye zindagi ye zindagi ajeeb hai&lt;br /&gt;mere nahi ye zindagi rakeeb ka naseeb hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to such songs makes my moments memorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2801574768983535008?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2801574768983535008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2801574768983535008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2801574768983535008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2801574768983535008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/memorable-moments.html' title='Memorable Moments: Ajnabi shehar hai'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5661461286418714107</id><published>2009-01-07T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:52:27.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ray of Hope</title><content type='html'>An ironical situation came up today&lt;br /&gt;Some words of love came up odd way&lt;br /&gt;Aghast she was to hear them from him&lt;br /&gt;The chances of which were bleak and dim&lt;br /&gt;From one who never knew their meaning&lt;br /&gt;She expressed her disbelief on the wording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing such words for the second time&lt;br /&gt;Indicates influence of her love over time&lt;br /&gt;The very first time when she heard them&lt;br /&gt;They touched her heart and joined their rhythm&lt;br /&gt;To her declination, a few sentences followed as an extension&lt;br /&gt;She doubted if the words were for some other reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has changed a lot and lowered her expectations&lt;br /&gt;It was tough but she controlled her emotions&lt;br /&gt;Now that the feeling of togetherness is completely forgotten &lt;br /&gt;This change in his behavior comes as a revolution&lt;br /&gt;If it is for a temporary duration&lt;br /&gt;Then god please don’t give happiness for d-u-r-a-t-i-o-n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has learnt to live a life of seclusion&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t show from face but her true self is towards reclusion&lt;br /&gt;Still she is happy life has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;Forthcoming days will be a revelation&lt;br /&gt;Some untouched pearls might surface&lt;br /&gt;And give her life a loving interface&lt;br /&gt;..to his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5661461286418714107?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5661461286418714107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5661461286418714107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5661461286418714107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5661461286418714107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/ray-of-hope.html' title='Ray of Hope'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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/&gt;तुम्हारे कहे शब्दों से मन ही मन खुश बहुत हूँ&lt;br /&gt;एक अरसा बीता जब बिन तडप के मुस्कुराये हूँ&lt;br /&gt;आज तुम्हे खुश देख रही हूँ, सुकून पा सकी हूँ&lt;br /&gt;मन की बगीया से गुज़र रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;हर लम्हें के फूल चुन रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;अरमानों से उन्हें समेटती जा रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;लगे ना तुम्हें की कुछ भी भूली हूँ&lt;br /&gt;आसमान में उन्हें बिखेर रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;शायद इस बद्लाव की आदी होने लगी हूँ&lt;br /&gt;दूरीयों पे समय के पुल बाँध रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;और उन्हीं पर चलकर संयम की ओर बढी हूँ&lt;br /&gt;मोहब्ब्त के नये मुकाम छू रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;शब्दहीन फिर भी जाने क्यूँ हूँ&lt;br /&gt;बीते खामोशी के पलों में खोयी हूँ&lt;br /&gt;और आज की खामोशी से फर्क देख रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;क्या इसे भी तुम्हारे प्यार का करम कहूँ&lt;br /&gt;अनोखा अमर एहसास ले रही हूँ&lt;br /&gt;खुशनसीब वो पल..&lt;br /&gt;और उनमें तुम्हारे साथ मैं हूँ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8786361501466917323?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8786361501466917323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8786361501466917323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8786361501466917323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8786361501466917323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_06.html' title='कुछ शब्द तुम्हारे..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5521749535675512956</id><published>2009-01-05T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:22:40.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ख्याल'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>एक ख्याल..मेरे दिल का</title><content type='html'>उन लफ्ज़ो का अब असर नहीं&lt;br /&gt;जिन्हें सुनने को तरसा करते थे कभी..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी ने दुख दिया और उसी ने सम्भाल लिया.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5521749535675512956?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1290090296629995134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1290090296629995134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1290090296629995134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_23.html' title='ख्याल'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282907919996798594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had recently seen the movie Dostana and loved everything about the movie which is so light, vibrant and fun loving. The movie begins with a rocking number ‘&lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/dostana.html"&gt;Shutup and Bounce&lt;/a&gt;’and Shilpa Shetty looking stunning, svelte and gorgeous with her stylish hair style. The movie has a fundu chemistry between John and Abhishek. Priyanka Chopra has also flaunted her perfect figure with dresses in style carrying them off very well. Mostly all songs of the movie are nice to listen. I love ‘Khabar Nahi’ and ‘Kuch Kam’ very much. Kuch Kam is very beautifully written and depicts the sad depths of a lover when the loved one isn’t close..soft and touching..in the beautiful voice of Shaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics of Kuch Kam –&lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/dostana.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tham sa gya hai ye waqt aise&lt;br /&gt;Tere liye hi thehra ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam roshan hai roshni&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam geeli hai baarishein&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam leheraati hai hawa&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam hai dil mein khwahishein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tham sa gya hai ye waqt aise&lt;br /&gt;Tere liye hi thehra ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm,..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyun meri saans bhi kuchh pheeki si hai&lt;br /&gt;Dooriyon se hui nazdeeki si hai&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;Kyun meri saans bhi kuchh pheeki si hai&lt;br /&gt;Dooriyon se hui nazdeeki si hai&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kya ye baat hai&lt;br /&gt;Har subah ab raat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam roshan hai roshni&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam geeli hai baarishein&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam leheraati hai hawa&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam hai dil mein khwahishein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tham sa gya hai ye waqt aise&lt;br /&gt;Tere liye hi thehra ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm,..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool meheke nahi kuchh gumsum se hain&lt;br /&gt;Jaise roothe hue kuchh ye tumse hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool meheke nahi kuchh gumsum se hain&lt;br /&gt;Jaise roothe hue kuchh ye tumse hain&lt;br /&gt;Khushbuyein dhal gayi&lt;br /&gt;Saath tum ab jo nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam roshan hai roshni&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh kam geeli hai baarishein&lt;br /&gt;Tham sa gya hai ye waqt aise&lt;br /&gt;Tere liye hi thehra ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics of Khabar Nahi – &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/dostana.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re&lt;br /&gt;man maula maula mere maula, mere maula&lt;br /&gt;kis taraf hai aaasmaan, kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;o o jab se aaya hai sanam, mujhko khud ki bhi khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;ho o o hosh gul sapno ki mein bandhu pull&lt;br /&gt;aankh kab khuli khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;hoo hoo kis taraf hai aaasmaan&lt;br /&gt;kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re&lt;br /&gt;man maula maula mere maula, mere maula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaane kab kahan kaise tere ho gaye kaise&lt;br /&gt;hum to sochte hi reh gaye aur pyaar ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;mere khawaab dil saaansein, mil ke kho gaye aise&lt;br /&gt;tujko dekh ke aisa to kai baar ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu kahe dil yeh tera hi rahe&lt;br /&gt;aur kya kahun khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;kis taraf hai aaasmaan kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re&lt;br /&gt;man maula maula mere maula, mere maula&lt;br /&gt;aayega woh is intezaar mein&lt;br /&gt;ud chala dil wahan sapne jahan mein janu&lt;br /&gt;lagta hai woh mere kareeb hai&lt;br /&gt;aisa kyun hai magar dhunde nazar beqabu&lt;br /&gt;hosh gul sapno ki main bandhu pull&lt;br /&gt;aankh kab khuli khabar nahi khabar nahi ho o &lt;br /&gt;kis taraf hai aaasmaan, kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;jab se aaya hai sanamm mujhko khud ki bhi khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;hosh gul sapno ki mein bandhu pull&lt;br /&gt;aankh kab khuli khabar nahi khabar nahi ho o&lt;br /&gt;kis taraf hai aaasmaan kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re&lt;br /&gt;man maula maula mere maula, mere maula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8618651575259401501?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8618651575259401501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8618651575259401501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8618651575259401501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8618651575259401501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/dostana-funny-movie-with-lovely-songs.html' title='Dostana – A funny movie with lovely songs'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SVCow2CBxoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/upIuYMqGK5w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-850751419046789511</id><published>2008-12-22T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:05:55.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gazals'/><title type='text'>Kabhi Yun Bhi To Ho - Jagjit Singh</title><content type='html'>Jagjit Singh is one of the legendary singers in Gazal singing. One of his very heart-touching Gazal is ‘Kabhi Yun Bhi to Ho. It is very close to my heart. It has been sung so well and has written with such imagination. My favourite lines are ‘’ye baadal aisaa Tuut ke barase, mere dil ki tarah milane ko, tumhaaraa dil bhii tarase, tum nikalo ghar se’’.  Please read the lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://ww.smashits.com/tsearch/music/song/kabhi-yun-bhi-to-ho.html"&gt;listen online&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SVB_Rumj44I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hi9t_u1BBi4/s1600-h/Ambala+Visit+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SVB_Rumj44I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hi9t_u1BBi4/s200/Ambala+Visit+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282862305449862018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;dariyaa ka saahil ho &lt;br /&gt;puure chaand kii raat ho &lt;br /&gt;aur tum aao &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;pariyon ki mehafil ho &lt;br /&gt;koi tumhaari baat ho &lt;br /&gt;aur tum aao &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;ye narm mulaayam Thandi havaayen &lt;br /&gt;jab ghar se tumhaare guzaren &lt;br /&gt;tumhaari Khushbuu churaayen &lt;br /&gt;mere ghar le aayen &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;suuni har manzil ho &lt;br /&gt;koi na mere saath ho &lt;br /&gt;aur tum aao &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;ye baadal aisaa Tuut ke barase &lt;br /&gt;mere dil ki tarah milane ko &lt;br /&gt;tumhaaraa dil bhii tarase &lt;br /&gt;tum nikalo ghar se &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho &lt;br /&gt;tanahaai ho, dil ho &lt;br /&gt;buunden ho, barasaat ho &lt;br /&gt;aur tum aao &lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi to ho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-850751419046789511?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/850751419046789511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=850751419046789511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/850751419046789511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/850751419046789511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/kabhi-yun-bhi-to-ho-jagjit-singh.html' title='Kabhi Yun Bhi To Ho - Jagjit Singh'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SVB_Rumj44I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hi9t_u1BBi4/s72-c/Ambala+Visit+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3587048606579918349</id><published>2008-12-22T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:54:10.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>वो बात नहीं अब जीने में..</title><content type='html'>ना लिखें कवि इन खूबसूरत लफ्ज़ों को&lt;br /&gt;ना पिरोयें इन्हें शेरो शायिरी में&lt;br /&gt;ना गाया करो ऐ गीतकारों&lt;br /&gt;ना मधुर कुछ गुनगुनाओ इन लम्हों में&lt;br /&gt;ना बादलों तुम गरज बरस जाओ&lt;br /&gt;ना हो एहसास मोहब्बत का सावन में&lt;br /&gt;ना बागों को रोशन किया करो&lt;br /&gt;ना मुस्कुराओ सुर्यमुखी बेरुखी में&lt;br /&gt;ना छेङो मेरी लटें हवाओं&lt;br /&gt;ना ठिठोली करो भीगी पलकों से&lt;br /&gt;ना रंग छूओ मेरे हाथों को&lt;br /&gt;ना उम्मीद करो, भरूँ तुम्हें कागज़ में&lt;br /&gt;ना थाप सुनाओ ढोली सुनो&lt;br /&gt;ना थिरकने को कहो बेबसी में&lt;br /&gt;ना बातें करो चाँद की सखियों&lt;br /&gt;ना ओढूँ चाँदनी लाज में&lt;br /&gt;मीत मुँह मोडे हैं मुझसे&lt;br /&gt;वो बात नहीं अब जीने में..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-3587048606579918349?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/3587048606579918349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=3587048606579918349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3587048606579918349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3587048606579918349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_22.html' title='वो बात नहीं अब जीने में..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7471964524347595441</id><published>2008-12-16T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:44:28.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>तुम जाना ना चाहो दूर हमसे</title><content type='html'>तुम जाना ना चाहो दूर हमसे&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें दूर ले जायें हमसे नये रिशते&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बेबस मन तुम्हारा मेरी ओर खिंचे &lt;br /&gt;और दोश हमारी नज़र को दिये&lt;br /&gt;मजबूर तुम पलट के चले&lt;br /&gt;हाल भी ना जाना रुक के हमसे&lt;br /&gt;तरसते रहे हम एक शब्द को तुम्हारे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;महीने और साल बीतते चले गये&lt;br /&gt;वादे झूठ से सच और फिर से झूठे&lt;br /&gt;आदतें बिगाङने को मना करते&lt;br /&gt;फिर नराज़गी भरे प्यार पे तुम्हारे मरते&lt;br /&gt;रातों को - एक ही चाँद को - दो दिल दो देशों से देखते&lt;br /&gt;और रिश्ता नाज़ुक डोर से जोङे रखते&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नज़रों से चहरे ओंझल हुए&lt;br /&gt;खयालों पे भी प्रशन चिन्ह लगे&lt;br /&gt;चाँद है डूबा, पहचान भी भूले&lt;br /&gt;याद रखेंगे हम तुम्हें, कसम से&lt;br /&gt;शिक्वा ना कभी कहेंगे किसी से&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;काश्, कभी सामना हो तुमसे&lt;br /&gt;पर बोलते रुक जायेंगे घबराके&lt;br /&gt;टोक दे तुम्हें कोइ, नराज़ हो तुमपे&lt;br /&gt;ये चाहेंगे नहीं कि हो हमारी वज़ह से&lt;br /&gt;झुटला देंगे रुकी धङकनें&lt;br /&gt;नीचे नज़र करेंगे, मायुस होके&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना तुम जाना चाहो दूर हमसे&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें दूर नये रिश्ते ले गये हमसे.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7471964524347595441?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7471964524347595441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7471964524347595441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7471964524347595441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7471964524347595441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_16.html' title='तुम जाना ना चाहो दूर हमसे'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6850503921812854851</id><published>2008-12-15T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:08:50.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>प्यार है तुमसे..</title><content type='html'>क्या कभी ऐसा होगा कि तुम आओगे?&lt;br /&gt;देते हो मन पे रोज़ दस्तक&lt;br /&gt;क्या कभी पलकों को छू लोगे&lt;br /&gt;गिरते मोती कहेंगे..&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, प्यार है तुमसे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुख अब शान्त है, लव्ज़ हैं सोये&lt;br /&gt;पर अब भी जो हवा नाम तुम्हारा ले आये&lt;br /&gt;तो गालों पे सिरहन वो ही होने लगे&lt;br /&gt;और झुकी नज़रें कहें..&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, प्यार है तुम्हीं से&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रंगों से मन लगाते हुए&lt;br /&gt;ज़ो बैठूँ रंगोली बनाने&lt;br /&gt;उङते रज कण माथे काला टीका लगायें&lt;br /&gt;आयिना भी कह दे..&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, प्यार मेरा याद है तुम्हें&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फूल पसंद हैं हमेशा से&lt;br /&gt;खेलती हूँ बागों में उन्हीं से&lt;br /&gt;पन्खुणीयाँ उडके ठहर जायें बालों पे&lt;br /&gt;हवा भी थम जाये..कहे&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, प्यार ना छूटे तुमसे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सावन की बरसात होने लगे&lt;br /&gt;मौसम फिर खशनुमा होने लगे&lt;br /&gt;नाच उठे मेरा मन ऐसे&lt;br /&gt;आसमान से कहने लगे&lt;br /&gt;हाँ..कभी तो मिलोगे - प्यार है तुम्हीं से&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अकेले चलती हूँ पर बिन चाह के&lt;br /&gt;बचती हूँ भीड के रूखे स्पर्श से&lt;br /&gt;और इसी भीड में वो स्पर्श हो हौले से&lt;br /&gt;रोम रोम फिर कहने लगे&lt;br /&gt;हाँ, मन में वोहि - प्यार है उन्हीं से.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6850503921812854851?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6850503921812854851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6850503921812854851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6850503921812854851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6850503921812854851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_15.html' title='प्यार है तुमसे..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7214332260007910489</id><published>2008-12-04T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:12:04.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching songs'/><title type='text'>Lovely song: Haule Haule ho jayega Pyar Rab ne Bana Di Jodi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STefqFbf6xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uLzc5cVx0JI/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STefqFbf6xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uLzc5cVx0JI/s320/g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275861033848662802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as beautiful and melodious as Haule Haule can be sung by one and only Sukhwinder. I love the way he sings and specially his quality of voice. This song from the movie Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi is one simple yet different song. Some lines like ‘Khudse khud ki jung’ ,‘kuch kehta hai aur kuch kar jaye’ and ‘aag ka dariya doob ke jana’ are really touching. The song has a very simple but pleasant music specially with a few Punjabi lyrics and special touches of Sukhwinder’s unique way of singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://www.bollyfm.net/bollyfm/mid/1400/tid/7843/mp3soundtrack.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule - 4&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule se hawa lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule se dawa lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule se dua lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;haaaan&lt;br /&gt;Haayeee&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule chanda badhta hai&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule Ghonghat uth ta hai&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule se nasha chadhta hai&lt;br /&gt;Haan&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabar to kar mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Zara saans to le dildaar&lt;br /&gt;Chal fikar nu goli maar&lt;br /&gt;Yaar hai dil jindi de chaar&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chalaya&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar -2&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule , Haule Haule , haule haule&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule oiiiii Haule Haule Haule Haule&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chal yaar&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar&lt;br /&gt;pa ni de , de ga pa ma ga re&lt;br /&gt;pa ni de , de ga pa ma ga re&lt;br /&gt;pa ni ga , ga ma ga ma ga re&lt;br /&gt;pa da pa ni da ma pa da ma ga re&lt;br /&gt;ishqe di gaaliya taang hain&lt;br /&gt;sharmo sharmile baand hain&lt;br /&gt;khud se khud ki kaisi yeh jang hainnnn&lt;br /&gt;pal pal yeh dil gabraye&lt;br /&gt;pal pal yeh dil sharmaye&lt;br /&gt;kuch kehta hain aur kuch kar jaye&lt;br /&gt;kaise yeh peheli mon dil mar jana&lt;br /&gt;ishq mein jalthi bada jurmana&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabar to kar mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Zara saans to le dildaar&lt;br /&gt;Chal fikar nu goli maar&lt;br /&gt;Yaar hai dil jindi de chaar&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chalaya&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar -2&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule , Haule Haule , haule haule&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule hainnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chalaya&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar&lt;br /&gt;Rab tha ki thab koi hona&lt;br /&gt;Kare koi yon jadoo thona&lt;br /&gt;man jaye man jaye hain mera sonaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Rab de sahaare chalde&lt;br /&gt;Na hain Kinaare chalde&lt;br /&gt;dorri hain na kahare chalde&lt;br /&gt;kya kehke gaya tha shayar woh sayana&lt;br /&gt;aag ka dariya dhoob ke jana&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabar to kar mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Zara saans to le dildaar&lt;br /&gt;Chal fikar nu goli maar&lt;br /&gt;Yaar hai dil jindi de chaar&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chalaya&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar -2&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule , Haule Haule , haule haule&lt;br /&gt;Haule Haule hainnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar chalaya&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule ho jayega pyaar&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule se dua lagti hain naaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7214332260007910489?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7214332260007910489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7214332260007910489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7214332260007910489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7214332260007910489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovely-song-haule-haule.html' title='Lovely song: Haule Haule ho jayega Pyar Rab ne Bana Di Jodi'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STefqFbf6xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uLzc5cVx0JI/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5135443610788306967</id><published>2008-12-01T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:22:47.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>एहसास प्यार का</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STPlBYNnnlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xs3SJZxKwsg/s1600-h/Feelings%2520of%2520Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STPlBYNnnlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xs3SJZxKwsg/s320/Feelings%2520of%2520Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274811400423186002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अजीब होता है प्यार का जज़्बा, कुछ माँगता नही ना मिले तो&lt;br /&gt;बस दिये जाना चाहता है, अगर कोई लेना ना चाहे तो भी&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें भूल कर भी भुलाने को जी नही करता&lt;br /&gt;तुम भूल गये हो फिर भी तुम्हारा हाल पूछना लगता है ज़रुरी&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें भूल कर भी तुम्हारी हँसी आँखों से नहीं जाती&lt;br /&gt;ना अब तुम पलट के मेरी तरफ मुसकुराओगे कभी लेकिन फिर भी&lt;br /&gt;महसूस करती हूँ तुम्हारी पलकें, अपनी पलकें बन्द करके भी&lt;br /&gt;मन में खयाल आते हैं तुम्हारे, सही न लगे फिर भी&lt;br /&gt;बहाने से बोलती हूँ तुम्हारे बारे में, जो बैठती हूँ अजनबी के साथ भी&lt;br /&gt;तुम हो नहीं पास, वो लम्बे दौर बातों के चल न सकेगें कभी&lt;br /&gt;पर सभी बातें याद हैं, छोटी से छोटी भी&lt;br /&gt;ये लिख रही हूँ की भुलाया नहीं जाता पर क्या भूल सकी हूँ आज भी&lt;br /&gt;ये दिन, यही दुख और यह वक़्त जब बने थे ज़िन्दगी उसकी&lt;br /&gt;तब क्या हाथ बढाके सम्भाल सकी थी?&lt;br /&gt;पर फिर भी, बहुत मुश्किल से थामें रखी है डोरी इस प्यार की.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5135443610788306967?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5135443610788306967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5135443610788306967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5135443610788306967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5135443610788306967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='एहसास प्यार का'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/STPlBYNnnlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Xs3SJZxKwsg/s72-c/Feelings%2520of%2520Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5663161322012406915</id><published>2008-11-25T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:48:29.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Tu Hi Toh Meri Dost Hai - Yuvraj</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful song which has touching music and refreshes memorable moments of life is a song from the movie ‘Yuvraj’. Initially, I thought that this was the title song of Dostana but then after watching the trailers I came to know that it was from Yuvraj…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the lyrics below then the thought of Urdu being a soft and delicate language full of vast expression words. The lyrics have been very well-written with such good an imagination full of expressions of love.. specially the lines “Kabhi Kehta Hai Saahil, Jahan Shaam Utarti Hain, Kehte Hain Samunder Se, Ek Pari Guzarti Hain, Woh Raat Ki Rani Hain, Sargam Par Chalti Hain” – how beautifully written..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSzwuCkLp3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jFCRIjUMDD0/s1600-h/981073-2-gateway-to-imagination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSzwuCkLp3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jFCRIjUMDD0/s320/981073-2-gateway-to-imagination.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272853937497286514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the lyrics below and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/indian/yuvvraaj.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Hawaon Pe Bithake Le Chalun &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh, Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Khalaon Mein Uthake Le Chalun &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Ka Dariya Hoon, Behta Hoon Main Nili Raaton Mein &lt;br /&gt;Main Jaagta Rehta Hoon, Neend Bhari Jheel Si Aankhon Mein &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Hoon Main &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Hawaon Pe Bithake Le Chaloon &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh, Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Khalaon Mein Uthake Le Chaloon &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raat Mein Chandni Kabhi, Aisi Gungunati Hain &lt;br /&gt;Sunn Zara Lagta Hain Tumse, Awaaz Milati Hain &lt;br /&gt;Main Khayalon Ki Mehek Hoon, Gungunate Hain Saaz Par &lt;br /&gt;Ho Sake Toh Milale, Awaaz Ko Le Saaz Par &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Hawaon Pe Bithake Le Chalun &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Khalaon Mein Uthake Le Chaloon &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh Meri Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Ka Dariya Hoon, Behta Hoon Main Nili Raaton Mein &lt;br /&gt;Main Jaagta Rehta Hoon, Neend Bhari Jheel Si Aankhon Mein &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Hoon Main &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Kabhi Kehta Hai Saahil, Jahan Shaam Utarti Hain &lt;br /&gt;Kehte Hain Samunder Se, Ek Pari Guzarti Hain &lt;br /&gt;Woh Raat Ki Rani Hain, Sargam Par Chalti Hain &lt;br /&gt;Re Sa Re Sa Re Sa, Sa Re Sa Re Sa Re &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Hawaon Pe Bithake Le Chaloon &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh, Tu Hi Toh Mera Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Aaja Main Khalaon Mein Uthake Le Chaloon &lt;br /&gt;Tu Hi Toh Mera Doost Hain &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Ka Dariya Hoon, Behti Hoon Mein Nilli Raaton Mein &lt;br /&gt;Main Jagti Rehti Hoon, Neend Bhari Jheel Si Aankhon Mein &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Hoon Main &lt;br /&gt;Awaaz Hoon Main&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5663161322012406915?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5663161322012406915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5663161322012406915' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5663161322012406915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5663161322012406915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-hi-toh-meri-dost-hai-yuvraj.html' title='Tu Hi Toh Meri Dost Hai - Yuvraj'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSzwuCkLp3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jFCRIjUMDD0/s72-c/981073-2-gateway-to-imagination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-1221214881013186983</id><published>2008-11-17T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:52:33.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love - Questionable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSJmIEA6JiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IBkpaeIiw8A/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSJmIEA6JiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IBkpaeIiw8A/s320/tear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269886802679440930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed history repeat&lt;br /&gt;No, I think I noticed the nature unchanged&lt;br /&gt;I also saw love make it no different&lt;br /&gt;I just realized it all went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;But this showed me the beauty of her pearls&lt;br /&gt;Not the ones which trickled down her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The ones which fell uncounted down the bed&lt;br /&gt;She found her being proposed by a young lad&lt;br /&gt;Not that he was the only one who fell to her fancies&lt;br /&gt;But the only one who didn’t fall to her fancies&lt;br /&gt;The unusual coincidence appealed her a lot&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity also promised a lot&lt;br /&gt;But continuing to live a life of misconception&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t what she conceptualized at the start of their relation&lt;br /&gt;The post bonding year passed like hell &lt;br /&gt;But the next one bloomed and rung like bell&lt;br /&gt;The misconception was finally assumed as true&lt;br /&gt;Things didn’t change and again truth gave evidence&lt;br /&gt;It was tough to face-&lt;br /&gt;The choice made between love and freedom&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t regret the choice ever&lt;br /&gt;But wonders if there could have been anything better&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough to keep all things in heart&lt;br /&gt;With no one to discuss and not knowing where to start&lt;br /&gt;Such depth cannot be unfolded&lt;br /&gt;Let life unfold it&lt;br /&gt;The pain is as it was always&lt;br /&gt;And heart advises her &lt;br /&gt;To have married the one who loved her&lt;br /&gt;And questions her&lt;br /&gt;Of not marrying the one who loved her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1221214881013186983?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/1221214881013186983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1221214881013186983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1221214881013186983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1221214881013186983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-questionable.html' title='Love - Questionable!'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SSJmIEA6JiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IBkpaeIiw8A/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3465222762992624668</id><published>2008-11-06T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:52:19.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jab We Met'/><title type='text'>Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana - Jab We Met</title><content type='html'>I never knew I missed sharing the happiness and pleasure as I listened to this amazing song ‘Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana’. Amazingly well sung song of the movie ‘ Jab We Met ’, sung by the very talented Ustad Rashid Khan. The voice modulation and classical base forms the key as it touches souls so deeply. I can’t find words to express the beauty of this song especially since it is so romantic. Please &lt;a href="http://downloadhindisongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/jab-we-met-2007.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt; and read the lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum Saajna&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum Saajna&lt;br /&gt;Angana phool khilege&lt;br /&gt;Barsega saawan, barsega saawan&lt;br /&gt;Jhoom jhoom ke&lt;br /&gt;Do dil aise milenge&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum Saajna&lt;br /&gt;Angana phool khilege &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naina tere kajrare&lt;br /&gt;Naino pe hum dil hare hai&lt;br /&gt;Anjane hi tere naino ne&lt;br /&gt;Waade kiye kaie saare hai&lt;br /&gt;Saanso he leher madam chale&lt;br /&gt;To tu kahe barsega saawan&lt;br /&gt;Barsega saawan jhoom jhoom ke&lt;br /&gt;Do dil aise milenge&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum Saajna&lt;br /&gt;Angana phool khilege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ba ba sa sa re ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Chanda ko uta lakho mein&lt;br /&gt;Yeh zindagi tere haton mein&lt;br /&gt;Palko pe jil mil tare hai&lt;br /&gt;Aana bahri barsato mein&lt;br /&gt;Sapno ka jahan&lt;br /&gt;Hoga khila khila&lt;br /&gt;Barsega saawan, barsega saawan&lt;br /&gt;Jhoom jhoom ke&lt;br /&gt;Do dil aise milenge&lt;br /&gt;pa ni sa re ma ma ga ga ga&lt;br /&gt;ga re re re ga re da ni re re ma da ni da da&lt;br /&gt;da ni da pa ma ma ma da da ma re pa ga&lt;br /&gt;ga ma da ni sa sa re pa ma ma ga ga ga re ga sa&lt;br /&gt;Angana phool khile&lt;br /&gt;pa ni da ni da sa re ma ma ma ma ga&lt;br /&gt;Angana phool khile&lt;br /&gt;ma ma pa ni da re ma pa re re sa da&lt;br /&gt;re pa pa ma ma ga ga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-3465222762992624668?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/3465222762992624668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=3465222762992624668' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3465222762992624668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3465222762992624668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/11/aaoge-jab-tum-o-saajana-jab-we-met.html' title='Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana - Jab We Met'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6224924316627512170</id><published>2008-11-05T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:17:18.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Memorable Moment: A Loving Instance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRFmMOxbQcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eYbj6iEHIak/s1600-h/sshot-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRFmMOxbQcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eYbj6iEHIak/s400/sshot-3.png" border="0" alt="Memorable Moment: A Loving Instance"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265101799682687426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was talking my heart out to a close friend yesterday, I remembered many fond memories of the past. One is so sweet that I really like sharing. One day I visited my cousin and we were taking a walk in the lane. We saw one of her neighbor’s kid crying and his mother was scolding him like anything. My cousin told me that this was a regular feature but I – emotional as always – grew worried. I went over to speak to him, asked him name and gently put my hand over his face. He seemed such a lovely face or so it seemed to me – innocent and crazy :). He kept crying when I first talked to him but then stopped a little and started listening to what I was saying. I tried to be as gentle with him and asked him to shrug his (silly) demands from his mother and tried to draw his attention to other things. I think I chatted with him a little while my cousin kept exchanging words with his mother and then we moved on. I am not sure when did I meet him again. This was long time back say more than 10 years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, I grew up, started working, got married and it was time when my cousin – two years younger to me was about to get married. I went to attend her wedding and then my cousin’s younger sister called me saying someone wanted to meet me like anything. As I walked with her I kept wondering who could it be but could make no guesses. Then I saw him, he had grown up and was in X or XI by then looking mature than what he was when we met. He had not changed and seemed naughty as ever. As he looked at me, he smiled gently. I recognized him instantly and asked him how he was doing and gave him a warm hug. His mother was also present and she told me that he wanted to meet me so much. I was glad that he remembered me so much after such a long gap of 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mom told me that he kept questioning everyone if I had married? When he got a chance to speak, his first statement was “आपने तो कहा था कि मुझसे शादी करोगी, आपने तो शादी कर ली?!”. I was left speechless and then suddenly burst out into laughter. He said it so cutely and blushed a little and then started laughing too. I then remembered faintly that once he constantly asked me if I would marry him and I had jovially said a yes. He was just 8 or 9 years old then as much as I remember and I had cleared school and definitely thought of myself as being a lot elder to him and took it all as fun!! I blushed lightly as he said and laughed aloud alongwith all elders standing with us in the group :):):). I was amazed at the footprint I must have left over his thoughts in that young an age and felt really happy about someone valuing me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insisted on meeting my husband and I called him to meet this crazy child. I felt lovingly funny to introduce him to my husband and I said teasingly ‘Meet my ex-boyfriend of childhood, I left such a loving and caring person to marry you’. Even he burst out in laughter and all joining us in the conversation also laughed aloud. &lt;br /&gt;So touching kiddish act from a child.. His mothers used to say that he only listened to me, did what I mentioned even once and inquire about me often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can happen anywhere, for anyone, any number of times and in varied meanings in life. Love is the most sacred feeling on earth. I am so touched with this memorable moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6224924316627512170?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6224924316627512170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6224924316627512170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6224924316627512170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6224924316627512170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/11/memorable-moment-loving-instance.html' title='Memorable Moment: A Loving Instance'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRFmMOxbQcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eYbj6iEHIak/s72-c/sshot-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8582571189845539241</id><published>2008-11-04T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:48:35.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna - Lovely Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRBBQJchsuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/53ooB8BvLOA/s1600-h/OConnor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRBBQJchsuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/53ooB8BvLOA/s400/OConnor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264779710065390306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs are so beautiful that they touch your hearts with the first beat and in the first go. This song rung a bell instantly. I was dying to hear it again but since I heard it on FM I had to wait to download from the internet. It is some typical form of poetry which the ‘less knowledgeable – me’ would not be able to classify but it has been beautiful written. The choice of words is so selected and in such rhythm that you can fall in love with the mere lyrics. It has been sung equally well in a fine voice yet filled with simplicity of singing by Swanand Kirkire and the music is by Shantanu. How beautiful..&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/tr7jduht5z"&gt;Download Online &lt;/a&gt;and read the lyrics below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this song is from a person who is so much in love like the crazy ones. The song indicates his love for his dear one with loving yet crazy thoughts which might be unrealistic but he wants them so much to come true. The delicate words which have been put to use like Mann, Baatein, Saansen, ‘sayaani bheed..’, and many more have been so lyrically woven into each other that they have given this song an indirect yet deep meaning. This song again proves the point that most of the traditional way of singing still holds its invaluable place and correctly people say – The Golden Numbers / The Golden Era of Singing / and likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna &lt;br /&gt;Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein&lt;br /&gt;Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein&lt;br /&gt;Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen&lt;br /&gt;Bavri Si Karwaton Se, Nindiya Door Bhaage&lt;br /&gt;Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se, Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna &lt;br /&gt;Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho&lt;br /&gt;Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho&lt;br /&gt;Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho&lt;br /&gt;Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho&lt;br /&gt;Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna &lt;br /&gt;Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Banvri Khamoshiyan&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan&lt;br /&gt;Thartharati Low Ho Maddham, Banvri Madhoshiyan&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye, Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana,&lt;br /&gt;Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8582571189845539241?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8582571189845539241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8582571189845539241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8582571189845539241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8582571189845539241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/11/banvra-mann-dekhne-chala-ek-sapna.html' title='Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna - Lovely Song'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SRBBQJchsuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/53ooB8BvLOA/s72-c/OConnor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6118055568437436256</id><published>2008-10-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:08:49.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>खो देना चहती हूँ तुम्हें..</title><content type='html'>सही है कि तुम चले गये, दूर अब मुझसे हो गये&lt;br /&gt;इतने वक़्त से भी कहाँ करीब थे, पर अब फाँसले सदा के लिए हो गये&lt;br /&gt;बात करने का तुमसे मन नहीं, कोई जवाब तुम्हारे खयाल का देना नहीं&lt;br /&gt;ना तुमसे कोई रिश्ता, ना अब कोई और चाह रही&lt;br /&gt;काश की तुम बीते दिनों से भी मिट जाओ, तुम्हारी यादें इस कोहरे में कहीं गुम जायें&lt;br /&gt;काश कि तुम्हारा नाम मुझे फिर याद न आये, ये याद रहे कि तुम मेरे कोई नहीं&lt;br /&gt;जो हो तुम मेरे कोई नहीं तो फिर भी क्यूं याद करती हूँ ये कह कर कि तुम मेरे 'कोई नही'&lt;br /&gt;चले जाओ तुम मेरे शब्दों से, ख्यालों से, इस वक्ये के बाद तो तुम जा चुके हो मेरे सपनों से भी&lt;br /&gt;नाम लेते ही साँसों में अब भी हलचल सी क्यूँ होती है&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ किसी बात की आशा अब भी रहती है&lt;br /&gt;हाथों से तुम्हें छिटकना चाहती हूँ फिर भी एहसास छूटता क्यूँ नहीं&lt;br /&gt;चलते हुये गिरती हूँ तो आज भी क्यूँ तुम्हारा हाथ बढा देना याद आता है&lt;br /&gt;ये दिन - यह वाक्या बीता है तो फिर इसी तरह ज़िन्दगी आगे भी बढ जायेगी&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारा तो पता नहीं, मुझे 'बूढे हो जाने पर ये-वो होगा' - वाली बातें याद आयेगीं&lt;br /&gt;चाहती हूँ इस सबके बाद भी तुमसे कभी मुलाकात ना हो&lt;br /&gt;सामना करने की हिम्मत जो खो बैठी हूँ&lt;br /&gt;सूरत-सीरत, अन्दाज़ और तलफ्फुज़् सब बदल गये हैं&lt;br /&gt;बहुत डर लगता है अपने इस बद्ले हुए रूप से&lt;br /&gt;काफी चीज़े छोड आयीं हूँ पीछे&lt;br /&gt;वो तभी के लिये सही थी&lt;br /&gt;अब तो उन्हें साथ लिये ज़िन्दगी जीना भी कठिन है&lt;br /&gt;खुश रहो तुम सदा, बहुत बडे बनो&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी का हर मकाम तुम्हें हासिल हो, ये तमन्ना है मेरी&lt;br /&gt;बस तुमसे सामना ना हो फिर कभी, ये ख्वाहिश बाकी रहेगी&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6118055568437436256?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6118055568437436256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6118055568437436256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6118055568437436256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6118055568437436256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title='खो देना चहती हूँ तुम्हें..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6219325921653561396</id><published>2008-10-20T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:26:51.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>फूलों के लम्बे केसरों पर लगे रजकण..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPxq2wAo9aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-xmmB3ylwgg/s1600-h/pollen_flower_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPxq2wAo9aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-xmmB3ylwgg/s400/pollen_flower_sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259195953694963106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अब मुशकिल है तुम्हे देख पाना, फिर मिलने की आरजू भी नहीँ. एक छोटे से वाक्ये ने कितना कुछ बदल डाला है. लो आज एक दुख से ही चोट को आराम आया है.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6219325921653561396?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6219325921653561396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6219325921653561396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6219325921653561396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6219325921653561396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='फूलों के लम्बे केसरों पर लगे रजकण..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPxq2wAo9aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-xmmB3ylwgg/s72-c/pollen_flower_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6898579051013150531</id><published>2008-10-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:22:06.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mehndi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karva chauth'/><title type='text'>Karvachauth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPhJi-LJV8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YVkb_71A5LI/s1600-h/My+Hands+on+Karvachauth_20081017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPhJi-LJV8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YVkb_71A5LI/s400/My+Hands+on+Karvachauth_20081017.jpg" border="0" alt="Karvachauth - Memorable Moments"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258033430109181890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage it is my third karvachauth. Being a girl from Rajasthan, I am very close to colours, festivals, mehndi and traditions. Especially, the little that I can cook for my loved one makes me feel very happy on this day. Mehndi and moon being two important parts of this festival have a attribute in common. Both are associated to aesthetics. Mehndi is such a delicate art form which has been followed as a very sacred custom. There are different ways in which Indian females apply mehndi on each other’s hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Using matchsticks&lt;br /&gt;2. Using thumb and one finger by making a thin wire – like form out of wet mehndi and applying it on hands&lt;br /&gt;3. Using plastic cones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prevalent one these days is using plastic cones.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more beautiful can be said about moon than the number of songs which talk about the beauty and feelings spun around moon.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Karchauth to all. May your wishes this Karvachauth be fulfilled soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6898579051013150531?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6898579051013150531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6898579051013150531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6898579051013150531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6898579051013150531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/10/karvachauth.html' title='Karvachauth'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPhJi-LJV8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YVkb_71A5LI/s72-c/My+Hands+on+Karvachauth_20081017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2327727372128649629</id><published>2008-10-16T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:07:07.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road-side beggars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>A Momentary yet Deep thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPg201V1oxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0rx6Ve4Ivik/s1600-h/strij-a-beggars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPg201V1oxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0rx6Ve4Ivik/s400/strij-a-beggars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258012846254826258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While coming to the office this morning, my car stopped at the red light and as usual the street vendors came rushing to my car window and starting peeping in, showing their items for sale. Books, pens, magazines, old novels and many more little things. Most of the people selling these are small kids and most of the beggars are also small kids. One of the elder kids came to me with books in hand, I got attracted to a book too and then in a split second looked away from him showing no interest in buying it. But one of my glances was enough..enough for him to make a pleading request of buying it and giving a million reasons full of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes suddenly catch hold of a small child's pleading looks holding a Ganeshji's idol in his hand..and a momentary yet deep thought pulls me deep down the waters. In a normal well-to-do family would have been playing around with toys / riding a bicycle..did this child ever feel what childhood was? He grew up so soon and simply skipped the fond feelings we carry of our childhood days..the days full of fun, laughter, toys n dolls..the summery escapades into the trees, the platefull of brunch and mother's worry of us being hungry. I wish god makes earth so prosperous that the basic necessities of life are in abundance. If competition be an indespensible initiator of growth in the universe then let competition be for things like studies, looks and wealth but not on the basic needs like food, clothes and a roof above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2327727372128649629?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2327727372128649629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2327727372128649629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2327727372128649629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2327727372128649629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/10/momentary-yet-deep-thought.html' title='A Momentary yet Deep thought'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPg201V1oxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0rx6Ve4Ivik/s72-c/strij-a-beggars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8949889136767063066</id><published>2008-10-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:03:44.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shabd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aishwarya Rai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo Shuru Ab Chahaton ka Silsila Ho Raha Hai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching songs'/><title type='text'>7 Souls and Love of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPNUTtuFX3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wt2J_S86Ybs/s1600-h/Shabd07022005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPNUTtuFX3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wt2J_S86Ybs/s400/Shabd07022005_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256637887738634098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a beautiful day when i wish to recollect a few songs indicating a few memorable moments of my life..among them is a from the movie 'Shabd' - nothing can be as close to reality. A young guy falling in love with a female older than him truly proves age is actually no bar when it comes to love. It is above all social bindings. Love is illogical and gives nothing in defense. People in love simply say 'we love each other' because there is no explanation to love. Between the loved ones, words are not something that is required. The beauty lies in the communication between eyes..eyes which wish to drown into each other and want nothing more..eyes which have fantasies filled in them and hold each other’s hands and move to great heights. Is true love an imagination? Does it really exist? There are many questions which I try seeking answers for and this continues. Do rains affect two lovers equally? Oh yes I can say that since I have felt that myself. Does love always need social boundations? I am not very sure.. love probably does not mean marrying each other always and neither does it mean that after marriage the love goes away. There have been many words written on such topics and I lately read something around this in Times of India – Life. Someone had beautifully crafted the sacred feeling of love into pearl like droplets flowing in his article. He talked about many 7 souls of a person. He also said that it was not necessary that you find everything in the one you first love or marry finally. It is quite possible that the one you marry suits one of the seven souls embedded within you and you might feel love feelings towards people other than the one you married / settled with which may be different and might satisfy different souls in your being. It is nothing like feeling guilty about it said a psychologist because she felt it was natural. I had never read about anything of such kind and felt that it was quite possible to love more than one person in one life and this has been happening across the earth. How complicated can life be and yet full of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPNUajkRtYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Cz1qdAuAanw/s1600-h/Shabd_Movie_Stills_00113_17_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPNUajkRtYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Cz1qdAuAanw/s400/Shabd_Movie_Stills_00113_17_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256638005272229250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that you wish to hear and need a copy..lemme know..relive the song again by reading its touching and meaningful lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jism to sirf ek bahanaa hain&lt;br /&gt;ruh tak saath sath jaana hain&lt;br /&gt;haath jabse hain hain tera haath mein&lt;br /&gt;phir haath mein zamanaa hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo shuru ab chaahaton ka silsila ho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;mit rahi hain duriyan aur faasla kho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;ho rahi hain baat kuch aisi jisme&lt;br /&gt;ho rahi hain baat kuch aisi jisme shabd gum hain, arth matlab gum ho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo shuru ab chaahaton ka silsila ho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;mit rahi hain duriyan aur faasla kho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rut na pehle the kabhi itni jawaan&lt;br /&gt;thoda naya sa lag raha hain yeh jahaan&lt;br /&gt;aayega aur bhi ais hi samaa&lt;br /&gt;aayega aur bhi aisa hi samaa&lt;br /&gt;haan hamesha do dilon ko pyaara sa jo raha hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo shuru ab chaahaton ka silsila ho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;mit rahi hain duriyan aur faasla kho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil yeh chaahe tutkar chaahoon tumhe&lt;br /&gt;dedo ijaazat tutne ki tum hamein&lt;br /&gt;dil yeh chaahe tutkar chaahoon tumhe&lt;br /&gt;dedo ijaazat tutne ki tum hamein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chunke rakh lo chaahaton ke yeh lamhen&lt;br /&gt;yun sambhalkar thamlo lo pal dekho woh kho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo shuru ab chaahaton ka silsila ho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;mit rahi hain duriyan aur faasla kho raha hain&lt;br /&gt;ho rahi hain baat kuch aisi jisme&lt;br /&gt;ho rahi hain baat kuch aisi jisme shabd gum hain, arth matlab gum ho raha hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8949889136767063066?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8949889136767063066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8949889136767063066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8949889136767063066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8949889136767063066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-souls-and-love-of-life.html' title='7 Souls and Love of Life'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SPNUTtuFX3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wt2J_S86Ybs/s72-c/Shabd07022005_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-647994149233885815</id><published>2008-09-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:54:16.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De Di Humein Azadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotic Songs India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahatma Gandhi'/><title type='text'>De Di Humein Azadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SM9JsXxVGmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MkR7vfmLEAA/s1600-h/gandhi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SM9JsXxVGmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MkR7vfmLEAA/s400/gandhi.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246493117553908322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One among the best of patriotic songs of India is the one below. With non-violence acting as a deadly weapon without any guilt of killing others today we are independent. Gandhiji could not be simply a name but became something which instilled a feeling of gratitude among our hearts..recollecting his sacrifise, his intellect, his ideas and patriotism towards our country India due to which he has made himself memorable and given us moments of happiness and independence to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find the lyrics of &lt;strong&gt;'De Di Humein Azadi' &lt;/strong&gt;below and &lt;a href="http://www.mp3hungama.com/music/index.php?action=album&amp;id=2239"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत&lt;br /&gt;दे दी हमें आज़ादी बिना खड्‌ग बिना ढाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आंधी में भी जलती रही गांधी तेरी मशाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;धरती पे लड़ी तूने अजब ढब की लड़ाई&lt;br /&gt;दागी न कहीं तोप न बंदूक चलाई&lt;br /&gt;दुश्मन के किले पर भी न की तूने चढ़ाई&lt;br /&gt;वाह रे फकीर खूब करामात दिखाई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;चुटकी में दुश्मनों को दिया देश से निकाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;शतरंज बिछा कर यहां बैठा था ज़माना&lt;br /&gt;लगता था कि मुश्किल है फिरंगी को हराना&lt;br /&gt;टक्कर थी बड़े ज़ोर की दुश्मन भी था दाना&lt;br /&gt;पर तू भी था बापू बड़ा उस्ताद पुराना&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मारा वो कस के दांव कि उल्टी सभी की चाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब जब तेरा बिगुल बजा जवान चल पड़े&lt;br /&gt;मजदूर चल पड़े थे और किसान चल पड़े&lt;br /&gt;हिन्दू व मुसलमान सिख पठान चल पड़े&lt;br /&gt;कदमों पे तेरे कोटि कोटि प्राण चल पड़े&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फूलों की सेज छोड़ के दौड़े जवाहरलाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मन में थी अहिंसा की लगन तन पे लंगोटी&lt;br /&gt;लाखों में घूमता था लिये सत्य की सोंटी&lt;br /&gt;वैसे तो देखने में थी हस्ती तेरी छोटी&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन तुझे झुकती थी हिमालय की भी चोटी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दुनियां में तू बेजोड़ था इंसान बेमिसाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जग में कोई जिया है तो बापू तू ही जिया&lt;br /&gt;तूने वतन की राह में सबकुछ लुटा दिया&lt;br /&gt;मांगा न कोई तख्त न तो ताज ही लिया&lt;br /&gt;अमृत दिया सभी को मगर खुद ज़हर पिया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जिस दिन तेरी चिता जली रोया था महाकाल&lt;br /&gt;साबरमती के संत तूने कर दिया कमाल&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-647994149233885815?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/647994149233885815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=647994149233885815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/647994149233885815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/647994149233885815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-among-best-of-patriotic-songs-of.html' title='De Di Humein Azadi'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SM9JsXxVGmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MkR7vfmLEAA/s72-c/gandhi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8933318937986664581</id><published>2008-09-14T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:06:50.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Yet another day..</title><content type='html'>8th October'08..:) :( will remain a remembrance of a day filled with happiness though with a tear in the corner of eye..will be another memorable moment of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8933318937986664581?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8933318937986664581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8933318937986664581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8933318937986664581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8933318937986664581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-599733053714881857</id><published>2008-08-27T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:52:25.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narkanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>Awestruck: Dawn of Narkana</title><content type='html'>The first sight of dawn in Narkanda is so beautiful..I could not help get up early and take a picture..:) though i took this sometime back but i feel like sharing this today again with all coz after a long dark night of 3 months or so..i can see happiness coming closer to my doorstep..waiting for happiness to step into my heart again..so that life is normal and full of smiles. Would keep you posted of what happens..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLUwf1a54xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aWqhIL7VjEM/s1600-h/Narkanda-early+morn+-+b%27ful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLUwf1a54xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aWqhIL7VjEM/s400/Narkanda-early+morn+-+b%27ful.jpg" border="0" alt="First Dawn in Narkanda"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239147064989442834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Memorable Moment of my Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-599733053714881857?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/599733053714881857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=599733053714881857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/599733053714881857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/599733053714881857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/08/awestruck-dawn-of-narkana.html' title='Awestruck: Dawn of Narkana'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLUwf1a54xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aWqhIL7VjEM/s72-c/Narkanda-early+morn+-+b%27ful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7922102181861234396</id><published>2008-08-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:50:11.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awarapan Banjarapan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>My Mood Today..Awarapan Banjarapan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714170297391682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="My Mood Today" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLOmyDBhmkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jHwj2GpkWGo/s400/30-04-07_1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mood of the day is best described..in the song Awarapan Banjarapan..each moment that is passing for past 2-3 months seems to become memorable in its own way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;br /&gt;Har Dam Har Pal Bechaini Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaun Bhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Roz Savere Ugta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Roz Savere Ugta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Apne Liye To Thik Usi Pal&lt;br /&gt;Roz Dhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari&lt;br /&gt;Jane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari&lt;br /&gt;Ho Na Ho Us Par Kahin Koi&lt;br /&gt;Khwaab Jala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta&lt;br /&gt;Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj&lt;br /&gt;Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta&lt;br /&gt;Ishq Ki Aise Raha Guzar Ko&lt;br /&gt;Hum Ne Chuna Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Sa Dil Mera Bura Hai&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Bhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7922102181861234396?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7922102181861234396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7922102181861234396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7922102181861234396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7922102181861234396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mood-todayawarapan-banjarapan.html' title='My Mood Today..Awarapan Banjarapan'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLOmyDBhmkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jHwj2GpkWGo/s72-c/30-04-07_1138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7425392711765681919</id><published>2008-08-25T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:52:13.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><title type='text'>वक़्त फिसल रहा है..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLKWisFyNfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ceLzGjzpp20/s1600-h/Arousing+my+curiosity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238414839280449010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Solitude" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLKWisFyNfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ceLzGjzpp20/s400/Arousing+my+curiosity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; बहुत कुछ देती है तो छीन भी लेती है..आज एक और हक भी चला गया..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;बहुत फर्क आ जाता है कुछ ही सालों में, कुछ मेरा था हमेशा..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;और आज उसे अपना कह देने पर सवाल है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;दिन फिरते वक़्त नहीं लगता..बहुत भारी मन है, आखें भीगकर भी सूखी है पर सन्तुष्ट हैं.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLKWHHosXeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kr2ioC169Hg/s1600-h/Arousing+my+curiosity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7425392711765681919?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7425392711765681919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7425392711765681919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7425392711765681919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7425392711765681919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='वक़्त फिसल रहा है..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SLKWisFyNfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ceLzGjzpp20/s72-c/Arousing+my+curiosity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-971530769225527405</id><published>2008-08-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:38:03.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ehsas 2001'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching songs'/><title type='text'>Lovely Song from Ehsas: Tumse Milkar Hua Hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SK59ZzRmS9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5vygBBYLciI/s1600-h/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237261298892688338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SK59ZzRmS9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5vygBBYLciI/s400/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering this melodious creation of Hindi song: Tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas of 'Ehsaas' which was sung by K. K., Bela Shende, i feel it is a very touchy song and brings back fond memorable moments of my life back into my eyes..what takes my heart away is the soft way in which it has been sung and its music brings a sense of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bollyfm.net/temp/music/m-e/ehsaas.php"&gt;Listen online or download &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read its lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tum Agar Jaan Lo&lt;br /&gt;tum Bhi Maan Lo&lt;br /&gt;ho Na Ho Yeh Pyaar Hai&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tum Agar Jaan Lo&lt;br /&gt;tum Bhi Maan Lo&lt;br /&gt;ho Na Ho Yeh Pyaar Hai tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas&lt;br /&gt;ek Naya Naya tumse Milkar Hua Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane Kyon Aisa Lagta Hai&lt;br /&gt;kal Jo Kal Aanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;jane Kyon Aisa Lagta Hai&lt;br /&gt;kal Jo Kal Aanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;woh Baharon Ka Mausam Hai&lt;br /&gt;roshni Hai Ujala Hai&lt;br /&gt;ae Haseen Humsafar thoda Sa Sochkar&lt;br /&gt;tum Kaho Kya Yeh Pyaar Hai&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manzilen Humne Khoyi Hai&lt;br /&gt;raaste Phir Se Paaye Hain&lt;br /&gt;manzilen Humne Khoyi Hai&lt;br /&gt;raaste Phir Se Paaye Hain&lt;br /&gt;aaj Humne Bhi Palko Pe&lt;br /&gt;sapnon Ke Ghar Banaye Hain&lt;br /&gt;keh Raha Aasmaan ae Mere Raazdaan&lt;br /&gt;tum Kaho Kya Yeh Pyaar Hai&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai&lt;br /&gt;tum Agar Jaan Lo&lt;br /&gt;tum Bhi Maan Lo&lt;br /&gt;ho Na Ho Yeh Pyaar Hai&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas ek Naya Naya&lt;br /&gt;tumse Milkar Hua Hai Ehsaas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-971530769225527405?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/971530769225527405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=971530769225527405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/971530769225527405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/971530769225527405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovely-song-from-ehsas-tumse-milkar-hua.html' title='Lovely Song from Ehsas: Tumse Milkar Hua Hai'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SK59ZzRmS9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5vygBBYLciI/s72-c/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3080736238461825452</id><published>2008-08-02T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:17.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radhekrishna Radhekrishna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><title type='text'>Radhekrishna Radhekrishna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4CcyZ4YI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tS7bsu3FWHs/s1600-h/radhekrishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4CcyZ4YI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tS7bsu3FWHs/s400/radhekrishna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229866682022486402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radhekrishna is a name which I murmur, speak aloud or keep within my heart but do so very often. I am not a very religious person and not sure since when did I start believing in God and since when did I fold my first hands before God. The first thing that I remember was my ‘Ma’s Pooja’ where she kept numerous ‘bhagwanji’ as I fondly call them. Their pictures were all so colourful..Shivji in Blue shade, Ganeshji in Orangish Yellow..and so on. One picture which I lost my heart on was very sweet, innocent, kind of less Godly and more friendly and loveable - ‘Krishnaji – in his childhood times’. He looked so genuine, so sweet that my heart as a little child grew very fond of his looks – believe me it was looks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ332uBfSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fClxLEZG6Cw/s1600-h/krishna+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ332uBfSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fClxLEZG6Cw/s400/krishna+young.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229866500004871458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my Aunt one day. My cousions were out that evening and all elders were busy chatting in the drawing room. I was sitting in my cousion’s study room, sitting on the bed I noticed a small booklet. It was full of Hindu Prayers for all Gods (as we call it ‘Book of Aarti’). I indifferently turned the pages and moved to the last leaf where it said ‘Radhekrishna ji ki Aarti’ (Prayer of Lord Radhekrishna). Some unknown but strong instinct ran through me and I read it from the beginning till the end, closed it and kept it aside. I do not believe myself but I remember that Aarti (Prayer) since then! Radhekrishnaji are deeply embedded in my heart and run deep down my soul. His devotees are many and I may be only a small being to love and admire, he is everywhere and all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4NgTkeSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bvcPnIWwVqg/s1600-h/radhekrishna-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4NgTkeSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bvcPnIWwVqg/s400/radhekrishna-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229866871945460002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lovely song which has come up lately in a hindi movie ‘Vivah’ starred by Shahid Kapoor and Amrita Rao is ‘Savaiyaa -  Radhekrishna ki Jyoti Alokik’. It is melody to ears and is the Music is given By Ravindra Jain and has been Performed By Shreya Ghoshal”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read below for lovely lyrics by Ravindra Jain  and &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/vivah.html"&gt;Download Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radhe krishna ki jyoti &lt;br /&gt;alaukik tino lok mein chhaaye rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;bhakti vivash ek prem pujaarin &lt;br /&gt;phir bhi deep jalaaye rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krishna ko gokul se radhe ko - 2 &lt;br /&gt;barasaane se bulaaye rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;dono karo swikaar kripaa kar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogan aarati gaaye rahi hai - 2&lt;br /&gt;bhor bhaye ti saanj dhale tak&lt;br /&gt;sevaa kaun itane mahaamaro&lt;br /&gt;snaan karaaye wo vastra odhaaye &lt;br /&gt;vo bhog lagaaye wo laagat pyaaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabase niharat aapaki aur - 2 &lt;br /&gt;ki aap hamaari aur nihaaron&lt;br /&gt;raadhe krishnaa hamaare dhaam ko &lt;br /&gt;jaani vrindaawan dhaam padhaaro – 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4c7tinrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4Zz4Ie8JN_E/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4c7tinrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4Zz4Ie8JN_E/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229867137000185522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-3080736238461825452?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/3080736238461825452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=3080736238461825452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3080736238461825452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3080736238461825452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/08/radhekrishna-radhekrishna.html' title='Radhekrishna Radhekrishna'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SJQ4CcyZ4YI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tS7bsu3FWHs/s72-c/radhekrishna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6815893125148545058</id><published>2008-07-14T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:17.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Old songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeh Dil Aur Unki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lata'/><title type='text'>Favourite Song Today: Yeh Dil Aur Unki</title><content type='html'>In love with this song for past few days..Very well sung by Lata ji - Yeh Dil Aur Unki Nigaho Ke Saye has a unique music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emusic.com/album/Lata-Mangeshkar-The-Golden-Collection-Lata-Mangeshkar-Vol-3-MP3-Download/10930581.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download Online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see &lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt; below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye dil aur un kee nigaahon ke saaye&lt;br /&gt;mujhe gher lete hain baahon ke saaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pahaadon ko chanchal kiran chumatee hai &lt;br /&gt;hawaa har nadee kaa badan chumatee hai&lt;br /&gt;yahaa se wahaa tak, hain chaahon ke saaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lipate ye pedon se baadal ghanere&lt;br /&gt;ye pal pal ujaale, ye pal pal andhere&lt;br /&gt;bahut thhande thhande, hain raahon ke saaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhadakate hain dil kitanee aazaadeeyon se&lt;br /&gt;bahut milte julte hain in waadiyon se&lt;br /&gt;mohabbat kee rangeen panaahon ke saaye&lt;br /&gt;ye dil aur un kee nigaahon ke saaye …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SHsoOjevvaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/prvlvrAWTmI/s1600-h/1060478433_c8db4e8418_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SHsoOjevvaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/prvlvrAWTmI/s400/1060478433_c8db4e8418_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812423373700514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6815893125148545058?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6815893125148545058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6815893125148545058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6815893125148545058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6815893125148545058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/07/favourite-song-today-yeh-dil-aur-unki.html' title='Favourite Song Today: Yeh Dil Aur Unki'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SHsoOjevvaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/prvlvrAWTmI/s72-c/1060478433_c8db4e8418_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-1951060261815878619</id><published>2008-06-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:17.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Saathi Re'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omkara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touching songs'/><title type='text'>O Saathi Re - A Picturesque Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFtUW5Ayb0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/pyDFoEmWBVM/s1600-h/sshot-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFtUW5Ayb0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/pyDFoEmWBVM/s400/sshot-3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213853745849462594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deep down this melody and sad why I didn’t listen to it ever before..thanks to V TV which has been showing it often and somehow the softness of this song touched me in the very first go..it is a very beautiful hindi song from the movie &lt;a href=" http://downloadhindisongs.blogspot.com/2006/07/omkara-2006.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omkara..O Saathi Re – Listen and Download&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Much can not be really said in its praise..in itself it is wonderful and I think a song –one of its kind! The music has been given by By Vishal Bharadwaj and the lyrics by Gulzarji who has written something ‘unmatched’. Performed by Shreya Ghoshal, Vishal Bhardwaj..please have the touching lyrics below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re din dube na - 2&lt;br /&gt;aa chal din ko roke&lt;br /&gt;dhup ke peeche daude&lt;br /&gt;chaanv chhue na&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re din dube na&lt;br /&gt;aa chal din ko roke&lt;br /&gt;dhup ke peeche daude&lt;br /&gt;chaanv chhue na&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re din dube na&lt;br /&gt;thaka thaka suraj jab nadi se hokar niklega&lt;br /&gt;hari hari kaayi pe paanv bada toh fislega&lt;br /&gt;tum rok ke rakhna main jaal giraaun&lt;br /&gt;tum pith pe lena main haath lagaaun&lt;br /&gt;din dube na ha&lt;br /&gt;teri meri atti katti&lt;br /&gt;daat se khaati katti&lt;br /&gt;re jaiiyo na &lt;br /&gt;o piihu re&lt;br /&gt;o piihu re na jaiyyo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabhi yun kare main daantu aur tum darna&lt;br /&gt;ugal pade aankhon se feenke paani ka jharna&lt;br /&gt;hmm tere kehre badan mein sil jaaungi re&lt;br /&gt;jab karwat lega chhil jaaungi re&lt;br /&gt;sang le jaaunga&lt;br /&gt;teri meri angni mangni&lt;br /&gt;ang sang laagi sangni&lt;br /&gt;sang le jaaun &lt;br /&gt;o piyu re &lt;br /&gt;o saathi re din dube na&lt;br /&gt;aa chal din ko roke&lt;br /&gt;dhup ke peeche daude&lt;br /&gt;chaanv chhue na&lt;br /&gt;o saathi re&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1951060261815878619?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/1951060261815878619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1951060261815878619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1951060261815878619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1951060261815878619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-saathi-re-picturesque-song.html' title='O Saathi Re - A Picturesque Song'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFtUW5Ayb0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/pyDFoEmWBVM/s72-c/sshot-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-1000136119249113873</id><published>2008-06-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:18.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rains'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days are Close to my Heart</title><content type='html'>Rains are very close to my heart..and I can just not help myself from observing the droplets. I took this picture from a moving car..it was raining and one of my colleagues was dropping me home..i was noticing the rain drops puring down the car window pane..each droplet joined the other one and formed a stream which fell to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFYMe3gf0pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XIdMTvQ3mOw/s1600-h/Rainy+Look+from+a+Moving+Car...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFYMe3gf0pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XIdMTvQ3mOw/s400/Rainy+Look+from+a+Moving+Car...jpg" border="0" alt="Rainy Days are Close to my Heart"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212367343163789970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1000136119249113873?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SFYMe3gf0pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XIdMTvQ3mOw/s72-c/Rainy+Look+from+a+Moving+Car...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-428750304109710494</id><published>2008-06-10T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:12:12.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='याद'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='तुम'/><title type='text'>तुम..</title><content type='html'>खोया खोया मन एक साथ चाहता है,&lt;br /&gt;अकेले रहते जो थक गया है तो आज किसी के फिर होने की आरज़ू रखता है|&lt;br /&gt;किसी का साथ ना देने पर इल्ज़ाम है,&lt;br /&gt;शायद कुछ ना कर पाने का ही तो ये आज तक मलाल है|&lt;br /&gt;मन से उसे याद करने का एहसास तो होता है,&lt;br /&gt;क्या मेरी याद के भी मायिने कोई समझ पाता है?&lt;br /&gt;कोई एक पल कहने में भी सकुचाता है,&lt;br /&gt;और कभी उमर भर का हक़ दो तो भी हाथ अकेला छूट जाता है|&lt;br /&gt;हर दिन सोचते कि हर पल साथ रहना है,&lt;br /&gt;अब साल ही पूरा दो भागों में बँटा नज़र आता है..&lt;br /&gt;एक जब हम कुछ कह दें और बाकी उसका जवाब रह जाता है..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-428750304109710494?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/428750304109710494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=428750304109710494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/428750304109710494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/428750304109710494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_10.html' title='तुम..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7057737138405383443</id><published>2008-06-05T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:11:52.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaan Ve Haal-e-dil'/><title type='text'>पर बस एक बार.."जान वे, जान ले, हाल-ए-दिल"</title><content type='html'>वो बारिशें बहुत याद आती हैं,वो छोटी सी दूरी का साथ भी याद आता है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कैसे भूल जाये वो हाथ जो उस की ओर आज भी बढा चला आता है..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बहुत खूबसूरत थे वो दिन, वो पलकें, स्वयं वो श्वेताम्बर &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उन तारीफों की बात ही कुछ और थी, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब कुछ न करने पर भी लोग मर जाया करते थे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज तारीफ करते हैं तो कारण भी नहीं जान पाती, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सोचती है कहीं मज़ाक तो नहीं उडा जाते&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ मालूम नहीं था ज़िन्दगी ऐसा मोड लेगी..यूँ उस पार होकर भी - इस पार बुलयेगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ रोज़ भोर के साथ एक लहर सी उठती है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उन साँसों भरी अवाज़ का एहसास घोल देती है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सादे से मुहौब्बत के इकरार को इतना याद करती है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;और हर बार ये दोहराती है..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कि बस एक बार.."जान वे, जान ले, हाल-ए-दिल"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बहुत खूबसूरत है ये गीत..Jaan Ve, Jaan Le, Haal-e-Dil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.pakistanway.com/songs.aspx?catid=24&amp;movid=931&amp;type=mov&amp;catname=Film%20Songs&amp;movname=Haal-E-Dil"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen and Download &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics of Jaan Ve, Jaan Le, Haal-e-Dil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ho.. murr takk le… aaja rakh le…mann ve…haye… kuch keh de… kuch sun le…jaan ve…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… bol de…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere seene mein, saans saans pighloon main…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere hothon se, baat baat nikloon main…&lt;br /&gt;tu meri aag se… raushni chaant le…&lt;br /&gt;ye zameen… aasmaan… jo bhi hai, baant le…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… jaan le…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… bol de…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;bebasiyaan aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;jin jogi raataan… supp dassiyaan aaja…&lt;br /&gt;teri jholiyaan paaun… ghar galiyaan aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere maathe pe, chand banke utroon main…&lt;br /&gt;aaja teri aankhon se, khaab khaab guzroon main…&lt;br /&gt;(aaja tere kohre mein, dhoop banke kho jaaun…&lt;br /&gt;tere bhes, tere.. hi roop jaisi ho jaaun…)&lt;br /&gt;rug rug pe hain tere saayein ve, rug rug pe hain tere saayein…&lt;br /&gt;rang tera chadh chadh aaye ve…rang tera chadh chadh aaye…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve…/ jaan ve…&lt;br /&gt;jaan le…/ jaan le…&lt;br /&gt;haal-e-dil../ haal-e-dil&lt;br /&gt;aaja tujhe haathon pe, kismaton sa likh loon main…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere kaandhe pe, umr bhar ko tikk lun main…&lt;br /&gt;(tu hi meri neendon mein jaagta hai, sota hai…/jaan ve…&lt;br /&gt;tu hi mere aankhon ke, paaniyon mein hota hai…)&lt;br /&gt;teri akhhiyon ke do gehne ve…&lt;br /&gt;teri akhhiyon ke do gehne….&lt;br /&gt;phirte hain pehne pehne ve…&lt;br /&gt;phirte hain pehne.. pehne…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… jaan le…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… bol de…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere seene mein, saans saans pighloon main…&lt;br /&gt;aaja tere hothon se, baat baat nikloon main…&lt;br /&gt;tu meri aag se… raushni chaant le…&lt;br /&gt;ye zameen… aasmaan… jo bhi hain, baant le…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… jaan le…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;jaan ve… bol de…haal-e-dil…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…/ jaan ve…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…/jaan le…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…/jaan ve…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…/jaan le…&lt;br /&gt;aaja mahiya, aaja… aaja mahiya, aaja…/haa-l-e-dil&lt;br /&gt;haal-e-dil… jaan le… haal-e-dil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7057737138405383443?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7286425113551803785</id><published>2008-06-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:18.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajasthan Royals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lachlan Murdoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halla Bol'/><title type='text'>Rajasthan Royals: Owner and Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEYYwBhuSqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N7XLkh8W9Ug/s1600-h/rajas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEYYwBhuSqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N7XLkh8W9Ug/s400/rajas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207877232423226018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Rajasthan Royals as now everybody knows is associated with the city of Jaipur – the Pink City Capital of Rajasthan, India. After winning the IPL 2008 with practically no icon players has excelled in its games and has outshined all others. It has shown that even though it missed upon the icon players, the team spirit is the SUPREME power and always helps a team win its game. Being lead and coached by Shane Warne the team has really done very well and done something much unexpected!! The owners of IPL are Emerging Media (Manoj Badale, Lachlan Murdoch, Suresh Chellaram). I think Ila Arun has sung the team anthem particularly well ‘Halla Bol’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesongs.smartvideochannel.com/media/PlayVideo.aspx?cid=768EE294E1B744CDAD6251CC6B856663 "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch Video: Halla Bol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEYYlfMNjDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lw5Nask8U60/s1600-h/ila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEYYlfMNjDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lw5Nask8U60/s400/ila.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207877051407502386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7286425113551803785?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7286425113551803785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7286425113551803785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7286425113551803785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7286425113551803785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/rajasthan-royals-owner-and-anthem.html' title='Rajasthan Royals: Owner and Anthem'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEYYwBhuSqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N7XLkh8W9Ug/s72-c/rajas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6128575348928627868</id><published>2008-06-03T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:19.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mohd Asif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Premier League'/><title type='text'>IPL: Mohd Asif in Dubai Custody for Drugs Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEVzsNai6kI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CdJgyBgAve0/s1600-h/154px-Mohammad_Asif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEVzsNai6kI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CdJgyBgAve0/s400/154px-Mohammad_Asif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207695747476286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how such a good show of IPL passed without a controversy and here it is.. Mohd Asif who played for the Delhi Daredevils in BCCI's Indian Premier League has been taken into custody since he was found carrying drugs with him. He was taken into custody by the Dubai airport while he was travelling back to Pakistan. As per the news this was found with 48 hours of the end of IPL final. Something so noval had come up as a good opportunity for all the players from multiple countries who had come to participate and play jointly for a team. Such controversies actually spoil the good memories all would have carried after IPL. I hope in the first place that the charges are not true and if they are then it would really be unfortunate for his country. Moreover, after being through such a time earlier too it is more likely for others to suspect him this time too. I believe when talented people move out of their countries crossing boundaries, they are not mere individuals - they are the ones who carry the respect and impression of their countries on their shoulders. Hope with time and in the forthcoming IPL series such things fade away and matches are played using the actual caliber. The right spirit to play a sport should never be lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEVzZ1Ve5eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lpGaGOTMJVY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEVzZ1Ve5eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lpGaGOTMJVY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207695431774954978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6128575348928627868?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6128575348928627868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6128575348928627868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6128575348928627868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6128575348928627868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/ipl-mohd-asif-in-dubai-custody-for.html' title='IPL: Mohd Asif in Dubai Custody for Drugs Issue'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEVzsNai6kI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CdJgyBgAve0/s72-c/154px-Mohammad_Asif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-4324823447639044280</id><published>2008-06-03T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:19.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><title type='text'>Hit Numbers by Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEUUffNy8FI/AAAAAAAAANk/eMpZ1haLibo/s1600-h/britney-spears-3-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEUUffNy8FI/AAAAAAAAANk/eMpZ1haLibo/s400/britney-spears-3-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207591075311710290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she just came into the industry..she was sweet and innocent with a great voice charming her audience with her young and childish looks..slowly she went into the groove and today Britney Spears is hot, scintillating and gorgeous..i love a few of her numbers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me Baby One More Time – 1998 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bsniYwSaWg"&gt;WATCH VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I did it again – 2000 - &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/watch?v=unBACOHFXes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH VIDEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toxic – 2004 - &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/vid-2150442--Oops-I-Did-It-Again"&gt;WATCH VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Drive Me Crazy – 1999 - &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/track/1486507"&gt;WATCH VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Slave 4 U - 2001 - &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/vid-2153920--Im-A-Slave-4-U"&gt;WATCH VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4324823447639044280?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEUUffNy8FI/AAAAAAAAANk/eMpZ1haLibo/s72-c/britney-spears-3-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6101800016937876220</id><published>2008-06-02T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:19:31.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Realization..</title><content type='html'>I had heard someone say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man should marry a woman whom he loves&lt;br /&gt;And a woman should marry the guy who loves her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange but seems true at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6101800016937876220?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6101800016937876220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6101800016937876220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6101800016937876220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6101800016937876220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/realization.html' title='Realization..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2321955739164598458</id><published>2008-06-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:19.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane Warne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajasthan Royal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Premier League'/><title type='text'>Rajasthan Royal Win IPL Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEOAnXh6JqI/AAAAAAAAANc/J7mTM3DE83A/s1600-h/Raj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEOAnXh6JqI/AAAAAAAAANc/J7mTM3DE83A/s400/Raj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207147007989917346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inaugural Indian Premier League's final match between the Rajasthan Royals and the Chennai Super Kings was finally won by the Rajasthan Royals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate this happiness today with all my heart :) born and brought up in the capital of Rajasthan - Jaipur, I have fond feelings for my state's team. The best part is the spirit of IPL which forms the basic theme in my opinion - 'Crossing Boundaries'. I am glad to see players from countries  across the world have come up and particpated, led and WON various awards and matches of IPL. This spirit is really wonderful. Captain Shane Warne of Rajasthan Royals takes all the credit of knitting the entire team into one thread and tying it around the IPL Trophy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEOAjnh6JpI/AAAAAAAAANU/LvcT2-VRTeY/s1600-h/MZCAK3KOO3CAVWOO42CA922VLLCAWS8D64CATY9I26CAZPGM4VCAUIW4Q2CA3TF7QWCA89IYRPCAICIZUOCA57KF45CAM51IZBCAGBYSIWCA6SUVPRCATW08SQCA2H6B17CAZ9CH17CAZ4ZO5GCAR8B38K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEOAjnh6JpI/AAAAAAAAANU/LvcT2-VRTeY/s400/MZCAK3KOO3CAVWOO42CA922VLLCAWS8D64CATY9I26CAZPGM4VCAUIW4Q2CA3TF7QWCA89IYRPCAICIZUOCA57KF45CAM51IZBCAGBYSIWCA6SUVPRCATW08SQCA2H6B17CAZ9CH17CAZ4ZO5GCAR8B38K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207146943565407890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2321955739164598458?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2321955739164598458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2321955739164598458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2321955739164598458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2321955739164598458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/06/rajasthan-royal-win-ipl-cup.html' title='Rajasthan Royal Win IPL Cup'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SEOAnXh6JqI/AAAAAAAAANc/J7mTM3DE83A/s72-c/Raj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-4916532745611597644</id><published>2008-05-29T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:19.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>एक बहती हवा का झोंका</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD66LHh6JoI/AAAAAAAAANM/zf6-P0I4PWU/s1600-h/sunset-breeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD66LHh6JoI/AAAAAAAAANM/zf6-P0I4PWU/s400/sunset-breeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205802919449470594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक अरसा हुआ बहती हवा को मुँह पर महसूस किये..&lt;br /&gt;आज जब फिर बह चली तो अपना वजूद याद आया..&lt;br /&gt;तो वोही सिरहन मन मे उठने लगी&lt;br /&gt;और हवा का सामना करने का साहस लौट आया.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4916532745611597644?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/4916532745611597644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=4916532745611597644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4916532745611597644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4916532745611597644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='एक बहती हवा का झोंका'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD66LHh6JoI/AAAAAAAAANM/zf6-P0I4PWU/s72-c/sunset-breeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5146413286271194958</id><published>2008-05-28T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:19.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song of the Day: Doorie – Kuch Is Tarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD48ijTuweI/AAAAAAAAAM0/G1hCWSYpP80/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD48ijTuweI/AAAAAAAAAM0/G1hCWSYpP80/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664783578087906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I listen to this song, I feel the beauty with which the lyricist has expressed lovely feelings of a lover wishing to take away all the pains of his loved one. The thoughts have been put together which such simplicity and the music has given it the well-deserved effect making it again ‘A Touchy Song’. As I blink my eyes, I feel the beauty of thought through my eyelashes..do read on the lyrics of the song and watch the video on YouTube. Feel it yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y639XVZtmNA&amp;feature=related"&gt;Watch VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de&lt;br /&gt;Aansoo tere, saare meri palkon pe sajaa de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de&lt;br /&gt;Aansoo tere, saare meri palkon pe sajaa de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu har ghadi har waqt mere saath raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Haan yeh jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhi gham hain yeh tere unhein tu mera pataa de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de&lt;br /&gt;Aansoo tere, saare meri palkon pe sajaa de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko toh tere chehre pe yeh ghum nahin janchta&lt;br /&gt;Jaayiz nahin lagta mujhe ghum se tera rishta&lt;br /&gt;Sun meri ghuzarish ise chehre se hataa se&lt;br /&gt;Sun meri ghuzarish ise chehre se hataa se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de&lt;br /&gt;Aansoo tere, saare meri palkon pe sajaa de..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5146413286271194958?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5146413286271194958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5146413286271194958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5146413286271194958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5146413286271194958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-song-of-day-doorie-kuch-is-tarah.html' title='My Song of the Day: Doorie – Kuch Is Tarah'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SD48ijTuweI/AAAAAAAAAM0/G1hCWSYpP80/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6341669909776291210</id><published>2008-05-27T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:20.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip Tip Tip Tip Barish Shuru Ho Gayi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SDv1BDTuwaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-SuPQFbjSrE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SDv1BDTuwaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-SuPQFbjSrE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023192773476770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything more beautiful than rain..well many but it is one those lovely things of nature which I am crazy for. Being a pure cancerian – water sign, I love water..in all its beautiful forms. I am again watching this picture above and can feel the weather of that instant right now in my eyes, on my skin and deep in my heart. When I was young and we stayed in University campus, we had a big garden with trees and shrubs and my father invested a lot of effort keeping it beautiful. To water the plants, there was a circular little structure made of cement with a tap which was made to water plants. Being more of an introvert those days I used to hang around near that structure, my hands dipped into the water and playfully making designs around the boundary of the structure. I still remember those moments which were about 10 years back and love each moment.&lt;br /&gt;Another memorable moment during my stay there was the dry soil in my garden with water gushing into our from the next garden. For the first and last until today time I witnessed this amazing phenomenon. I was studying in my room when my father called me and as usual I came running to him. He said “dekh wahan kitti tez barish ho rahi hai aur apne yahan bilkul nahi!!”. Now you must be wondering what is so unsual about this. Well, our and our neighbour’s gardens were adjacent to each other separated just with a fence. It was raining like cats and dogs in their garden and we were standing on dry sand. I was awestruck with this game of nature where for the first time I felt being teased by nature. Ohh..such heavy rainfall and no water on my skin! The overflowing water came to our garden and again had mixed feelings of disappointment and awe.&lt;br /&gt;Rains are the most beautiful amongst all the weathers if you consider the loving feelings which blossom within the hearts of two people. It is the picture perfect if you imagine two people walking hand in hand together – clinging to each other in the same umbrella and cuddling into each other! Even the cool breeze feels like teasing them and splashes the drizzle on their faces..This is how nature naturally supports positive feelings on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SDv1mzTuwbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fDVsSGmKn0A/s1600-h/2+-+dancinginrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SDv1mzTuwbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fDVsSGmKn0A/s400/2+-+dancinginrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023841313538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rains are also an important aspect for movie makers and rain forms the most characteristic environmental indicator to picturize romantic or touchy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B’ful songs associated with rains:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanda Ki Doli Mein – Sonu Nigam&lt;br /&gt;Baarish ki Boondein Masti Ka Mausam Chhaya Hai&lt;br /&gt;Megha Chhaye Adhi Raat – Sharmeeli – Lata Mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;Rhim Jhim Ghire Sawan – Manzil – Kishore Kumar – Amitabh Bachchaan&lt;br /&gt;Sawan Ka Mahina – Milan - Mukesh, Lata Mangeshkar – Nootan and Sunil Dutt&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Raat Bheegi Bheegi - Chori Chori - Manna Dey, Lata Mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;Bheegi Bheegi Raaton Main – Ajnabee (Old)&lt;br /&gt;Bheegi hui koyi – Chameli - Sunidhi Chauhan, Javed Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some more to download:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3pk.net/kkhh.html"&gt;Download Kuch Kuch Hota Hai – Shahrukh Khan and Kajol – Rani Mukherjee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/dahek1998.html"&gt;Download Sawan barse tarse dil kyu na nikle ghar se dil – Sonali Bendre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3pk.net/1942lovestory.html"&gt;Download song 3: Rim Jhim Rim Jhim Rum Jhum Rum Jhum – 1942-A Love Story – Manish Koirala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3pk.net/ddlj.html"&gt;Download Mere Khwabon mein jo aaye – DDLJ – Kajol – Shahrukh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3pk.net/lamhe.html"&gt;Megha re megha, tera man tarsa re –Lamhe – Sri Devi and Anil Kapoor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplug.in/songs.php?movieid=863"&gt;Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si -Chalti Ka Nam Gaadi – Kishore Kumar – Madhubala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6341669909776291210?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6341669909776291210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6341669909776291210' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6341669909776291210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6341669909776291210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/tip-tip-tip-tip-barish-shuru-ho-gayi.html' title='Tip Tip Tip Tip Barish Shuru Ho Gayi...'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SDv1BDTuwaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-SuPQFbjSrE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5750102931276349129</id><published>2008-05-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:21:25.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je ..Memorising Mahatma Gandhi</title><content type='html'>I had heard this song sometime when I was very young and the DD channels were quite popular among all..in such little age too this song unfluenced me so much. I never forgot it..the music and few of its chorus lines. I no nothing more about this song except that it is associated with M.Gandhi. I would have addressed him like Gandhiji but felt like writing in a different way than usual though with all the curiosity of trying to know him as a person. The song is very close to my heart..and its lyrics are below for just reliving it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emusic.com/album/Hari-Prasad-Chaurasia-Vaishnava-Jan-To-MP3-Download/10836788.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download Vaishnav Jan To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je ..&lt;br /&gt;Peed paraayi jaane re ..&lt;br /&gt;Par dukhkkhe upkaar kare toye ..&lt;br /&gt;Man abhimaan na aaNe re &lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SakaL lok maan sahune vande &lt;br /&gt;Nindaa na kare keni re &lt;br /&gt;Vaach kaachh man nishchaL raakhe &lt;br /&gt;Dhan-dhan janani teni re &lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam-drishti ne trishna tyaagi &lt;br /&gt;Par-stree jene maat re &lt;br /&gt;Jivha thaki asatya na bole &lt;br /&gt;Par-dhan nav jhaalee haath re&lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moh-maaya vyaape nahi jene &lt;br /&gt;DriDh vairaagya jena man maan re &lt;br /&gt;Ram naam shoon taaLi laagi &lt;br /&gt;SakaL tirath tena tan maan re &lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VaN-lobhi ne kapaT-rahit chhe &lt;br /&gt;Kaam-krodh nivaarya re &lt;br /&gt;BhaNe Narsaiyyo tenun darshan karta &lt;br /&gt;KuL ekoter taarya re &lt;br /&gt;Vaishnav jan to…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5750102931276349129?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5750102931276349129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5750102931276349129' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5750102931276349129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5750102931276349129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/vaishnav-jan-to-tene-kahiye-je.html' title='Vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je ..Memorising Mahatma Gandhi'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-377591686601088489</id><published>2008-05-14T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:20.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur Blasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur Blast Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur Blast Details'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur Blast News'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings: Jaipur Blasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCvYXWpBfbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JoYMIk5MuWw/s1600-h/cyclone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCvYXWpBfbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JoYMIk5MuWw/s400/cyclone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200488090455604658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen an ocean.. i have felt those soothing waves where there is serenity and there is peace. I have seen fishes breathing and swaying in the deep blue waters – how delicately they used to swim and what vibrant colors their skin was made of – they were young and full of zeal. All the creatures in the deep waters got attracted towards them and loved to rejoice at their very sight. Fishes were free – free from all restrictions and in command of all their thoughts..they ate what they liked and they loved each other’s company when they playfully fiddled with the waves around. Now sweet times had left –may not be for very long but a suddenly the earth deep below the waters shudders..and there is a uproar – little fishes swirl around and exchange looks – their little mouths wide open in horror and full of questions – what had happened..the soothing waves turned harsh on their delicate bodies and they did not know where to hide..Waves crisscrossed each other and turned violent – so agitated..the waves seem to rise as high as sky as if a man had held both his arms high and then smashed his fists again below – the wild winds pressed him so hard. This hurricane was endless and none knew when it would end..sooner the better the fishes thought..oh such indecisiveness and such uncertainty – when would it end!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories are tough to be placed under memorable moments..since they are so bitter to recollect in the current scenario. I had never thought Jaipur with such calmness and beauty would be blown up so badly..that the &lt;strong&gt;Pink City would actually turn RED&lt;/strong&gt;. I know my family is fine..I know couple of my friends' families are fine..but I cannot just express the mixed feelings of fright, sudden tension, uncertainity,horror and guilt with which I started calling those whom I knew..coz at the bottom of my heart I knew many who had died were not known to me...but many a times they must have crossed my way in those walled city markets. I had been to LMB and to Badi Chaupal and Choti Chaupal - i must have at least spoken to a few shopkeepers..i may have gone to the market and brushed my shoulder with anyone of those nearby residents of the walled city of Jaipur - I had also touched those pink pillars and many a times stood by them waiting for Ma to complete what she was buying - those pillars are black - covered with ashes and those roads are spilled with blood - ohh after all it is my home town..and I am exceptionally attached to each bit of dust that floats in the air. How can I only speak to my knowns and be relaxed..those 200 known strangers have died but they mean something - something to me and Every Thing to some. Sense of belonging to a family, place, institution or country means so much at times that it is terrible to face the realities of life. I hope this never happens again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxzFC-MnZBU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxzFC-MnZBU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Jaipur_blasts_Woman_bomber_suspected/rssarticleshow/3039832.cms"&gt;Jaipur Blasts in News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-377591686601088489?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/377591686601088489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=377591686601088489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/377591686601088489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/377591686601088489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed-feelings-jaipur-blasts.html' title='Mixed Feelings: Jaipur Blasts'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCvYXWpBfbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JoYMIk5MuWw/s72-c/cyclone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-973277760918279737</id><published>2008-05-12T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:20.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Song - Din Dhal Jaaye: Touching Song By Mohd. Rafi</title><content type='html'>One of those lovely and melodious songs sung by Rafi Sahab is ‘Din Dhal Jaaye,Haye Raat Na Jaaye’ from the movie Guide. For those who love it, please have the lyrics below..It is a touching song with beautifully framed thoughts and shows a recollection of the loving moments which are past and are missed. Love makes people sit breathless and think about lovely times. Day dreaming is one thing which is true for all who fall in love waiting and wishing if their loved one could be with them at that moment. Love is the most sacred feeling where there are sleepless nights coloured with passionate wishful thoughts..all so unrealistic. Coincidences are such a big part of how God brings two people together..it could be anywhere..it happened with one of my friends. She ran into her ‘future love’ when he traced her among I think about a thousand people!! As she explains it was such a bliss full moment when she had gone for a festival celebration and suddenly she saw him. Both had talked to each other on phone about how they would celebrate but little did they know that after a few hours there would be a small coincidence– such a beautiful one. Love spreads naturally – I guess its allergic but I am crazy about seeing people slowly meet each other and in a look or couple of small meetings..falling in love with each other. I remember my little ones and love remembering them repeatedly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCf9hGpBfaI/AAAAAAAAAME/2x0snZc1zRs/s1600-h/LOVE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCf9hGpBfaI/AAAAAAAAAME/2x0snZc1zRs/s400/LOVE-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199403039982714274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din Dhal Jaaye, Haye Raat Na Jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu To Na Aaye Teri Yaad Sataaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar Mein Jinke Sab Jag Chhodha&lt;br /&gt;Aur Huye Badnaam&lt;br /&gt;Unke Hi Haathon Haal Hua Yeh&lt;br /&gt;Baithe Hai Dil Ko Tham&lt;br /&gt;Apne Kabhi The Ab Hain Paraaye&lt;br /&gt;Din Dhal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisi hi Rimjhim Aisi Phuhaaren&lt;br /&gt;Aisi Hi Thi Barsaat&lt;br /&gt;Khud Se Judaa Aur Jug Se Paraaye&lt;br /&gt;Hum Dono The Saath&lt;br /&gt;Phir Se Woh Saawan Ab Kyon Na Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Din Dhal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ke Mere, Pass Ho Kitne &lt;br /&gt;Phir Bhi Ho Kitni Door&lt;br /&gt;Tum Mujhse Mai Dil Se Pareshaan&lt;br /&gt;Dono Hain Majboor&lt;br /&gt;Aise Mein Kisko Kaun Manaaye&lt;br /&gt;Din Dhal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCf8LGpBfYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/enApN7AaiOw/s1600-h/LOVE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCf8LGpBfYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/enApN7AaiOw/s400/LOVE-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199401562513964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-973277760918279737?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/973277760918279737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=973277760918279737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/973277760918279737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/973277760918279737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-song-din-dhal-jaaye-touching-song.html' title='Old Song - Din Dhal Jaaye: Touching Song By Mohd. Rafi'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCf9hGpBfaI/AAAAAAAAAME/2x0snZc1zRs/s72-c/LOVE-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-897416311399397818</id><published>2008-05-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:06:48.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibet – A disheartening Issue: Save Tibet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCG8gYGM6XI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CD15GnpO-g/s1600-h/dalai_lama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197642709372561778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCG8gYGM6XI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CD15GnpO-g/s400/dalai_lama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I would have discussed this in my next blog and you came to know where and when was the origin of these thoughts. I am quite away from politics and moreover, I am hardly aware of happenings around the world. I visited the monastery in Maclodganj. I think it is one of the true holy places I have been to and which have touched my heart so deeply. As I write this blog even..I have pasted the picture of His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama – this is the way I have learnt to refer him through people who know him and his holy deeds and belong to different walks of life. I look into his face and it’s tough to express in words the extent of sacredness I see in his face, such wisdom which emanates from his forehead – it is hard to miss. I am just eager to know him in person, his nature, his actual feelings embedded in his heart and mind, the logics he works on, his driving force (I am sure it must be Lord Buddha) and whatever he is made of. I think I want to know him as a common man first. Inquisitiveness fills my heart as I think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibet has a rich cultural heritage and I read somewhere that it once had its own flag and rules and regulations. I can base all my thoughts on the base of a few articles which I read on internet as I told you that I not so deeply aware of the general awareness highlights. On the basis of what I read, I feel China has been really unkind to the people of Tibet. Why do countries ever need to conquer other small countries – simply to increase their size, population base and prosperity? There is absolutely no human concern and China is such a communist country. By saying this with China, it might sound abusive but isn’t it true. I visited a museum which displayed pictures of times when Tibet was happy and how slowly the bad times started. The museum also played a television which showed a few excerpts of how China police had actually caught and thrown them behind the bars. How mercilessly had Chinese police beaten a Tibetian was evident from a set of clothes worn by him and displayed by this museum. I could neither take my eyes off the displayed items nor could my eyes leave them and look away. My heart feels deep pain as I write about the blood spots turned blackish from red over this period of time. They had shown a shirt, a pair of parallels and two strips of cloth which were used by prisoners to tie them around their legs so that the brutally tied chains did not hurt their legs. How cruel can the Chinese be to abduct the Panchen Lama, Gendun Choekyi Nyima who has been detained by the Chinese since 1996? I walked around the entire museum with a heavy heart witnessing the Tibetians being tortured and harassed and my heart felt like actually sharing the pain out with someone close. Much did the big maroon-coloured notebook actually do which was put on a distant table with a pen. I went close to it and blindly and hastily started pouring my deep-felt wishes for saving Tibet. With such precious and rare cultural heritage Tibet sure would shine one day. Similar to India which was once under the rule of Britishers, Tibet would soon be free – I then let my lips slowly move and join the voice of millions to say – SAVE TIBET – Save humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-897416311399397818?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/897416311399397818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=897416311399397818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/897416311399397818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/897416311399397818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/tibet-disheartening-issue-save-tibet.html' title='Tibet – A disheartening Issue: Save Tibet!'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/SCG8gYGM6XI/AAAAAAAAALs/2CD15GnpO-g/s72-c/dalai_lama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5581120321454699377</id><published>2008-05-06T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:48:58.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought..</title><content type='html'>रग रग मे बस् ने वाले ही दुख् ती रग बन जाते है..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5581120321454699377?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5581120321454699377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5581120321454699377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5581120321454699377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5581120321454699377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought.html' title='A Thought..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-5430223358508520254</id><published>2008-05-05T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:51:01.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem on Me..</title><content type='html'>I write a little..but then little did I think that someone would ever write about me..one of my friends’ father is a great poet and this time when I went to see her, Uncle came up with this little poem for me as always but ‘about me’ is what was a pleasant surprise. Nothing much to write..do read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother’s yesterday’s child smile&lt;br /&gt;Often quiet father’s quiet pride&lt;br /&gt;Lyrical white lily posture in fragile frame&lt;br /&gt;Moving something, saying wide&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Bengali eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this perfect picture&lt;br /&gt;In poetic diction&lt;br /&gt;For carrying home&lt;br /&gt;To earn a sumptuous smile&lt;br /&gt;From her parents&lt;br /&gt;Even though for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;May 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By M. Hasan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-5430223358508520254?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/5430223358508520254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=5430223358508520254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5430223358508520254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/5430223358508520254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-on-me.html' title='A Poem on Me..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8754938668683894028</id><published>2008-04-16T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:58:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOIDA DELHI POLICE – DEPLORABLE</title><content type='html'>Such is the scenario today that humanity is nowhere to be seen..even if it remains then it gets stuck between laws and regulations of the country…how do I say that?? Please read the article on this link &lt;a href="http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/uncategorized/noida-delhi-police-squabble-as-youth-lies-dead-on-road_10037971.html"&gt;http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/uncategorized/noida-delhi-police-squabble-as-youth-lies-dead-on-road_10037971.html&lt;/a&gt; and you will definitely be left aghast after reading the deplorable condition – of ?? Of should I say the poor little 19 year old – call centre employee who worked for Agies or of the police department who were fighting on such a trivial issue – trivial as against the life of the young fellow who – poora thing – was hung like a calendar on the sharp railings of a road divider! Horrifying is it? Oh how saddening and shocking. This young lad – how much did he know that he would have such a fate – such a dread full – who is responsible..this young guy or the one who hit him and ran away leaving the guy on the verge of death – hung on the railing with an arrow of the railing passing into his stomach – tearing him apart. I am feeling so sad since the moment I heard this. Again who is responsible..should we blame the police for witnessing and ignoring this fate of the young lad and continuing to fight for disowning the case and not letting it file in their region, even if the person died on the spot, how could they simply see a dead body hung in such a bad shape for more than 2 hours – or should be blamed -  the people who witnessed it live – who were such cowards not to have helped the poor guy – but could they do much. Could they do much with the law made by man – be it any country – where people would be behind the bars for fiddling with the evidence by taking the poor young guy out of the railing – oh – how unfortunate – I feel deeply for the guy who had not seen much in life – hardly anything – his youth had just begun and his beautiful days – career – family would have then started – if only he had lived..My heart full condolences to him. May his soul rest in peace..i know there are several other cases happening each instant somewhere around the world but each one is as disheartening. To all I say – May Good Luck and Happy Life be with you always. Drive Safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8754938668683894028?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8754938668683894028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8754938668683894028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8754938668683894028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8754938668683894028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/04/noida-delhi-police-deplorable.html' title='NOIDA DELHI POLICE – DEPLORABLE'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-6447224214691352033</id><published>2008-04-07T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:05:39.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice in Ghazals..Jagjit Singh / Pankaj Udas / Talat Aziz / Ghulam Ali</title><content type='html'>Aaee zanjeer ki jhankaar - Khuda Khair Kare&lt;br /&gt;aap jinke kareeb hote hai&lt;br /&gt;Aap Ko Dekh Kar&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Nazron ne&lt;br /&gt;Aur Aahista (Pankaj Udas)&lt;br /&gt;Aye dil-e-nadan..aarzu kya hai&lt;br /&gt;Baat Niklegi to door talak jayegi&lt;br /&gt;Bete Hue Lamho Ki Kasak yaad to hogi&lt;br /&gt;Chand Se Phool Se Ya – Jagjit&lt;br /&gt;Chandi jaisa rang hei tera&lt;br /&gt;Chitthi Na Koyee Sandesh&lt;br /&gt;Chupke Chupke sakhiyon se batein karna bhool gayi&lt;br /&gt;Din Aa Gaye Shabab Ke, Aanchal sambhaliye&lt;br /&gt;Faza Bhi Hai Jawan Jawan&lt;br /&gt;Hazaar Rahen&lt;br /&gt;Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi&lt;br /&gt;Honthon Se Chhoo Lo Tum&lt;br /&gt;Hoshwalon Ko Khabar Kya&lt;br /&gt;Hum to hain pardes mein des mein nikla hoga chand&lt;br /&gt;Huzoor Is Kadar Bhi Na Itra Ke Chaliye&lt;br /&gt;Ishq Hota Nahin Sabhi Ke Liye-JoggersPark&lt;br /&gt;Jab Samne Tum Aa Jaate Ho&lt;br /&gt;Jhuki Jhuki Si Nazar&lt;br /&gt;Badhi Nazuk Hai Yeh Manzil – JoggersPark&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Yun Bhi To Ho Ki Badal Aisa Toot Ke Barse&lt;br /&gt;Kal Chaudhvi Ki Raat thi Shabh bhar raha charcha tera&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Nazar Ko Tera Intezar Aaj Bhi Hai-Bhupinder &amp;amp; Asha&lt;br /&gt;Kiska Chehra Ab Mai Dekhoon Tera Chehra Dekhkar&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse Naraaz Ho&lt;br /&gt;Phir Chhidi Raat - Lata Talat Aziz&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar Ka Pehla Khat_Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;Pyar Mujh Se Jo Kiya Tumne To Kya Paoge&lt;br /&gt;Sarakti Jaaye Hey Rukh Se Naqab Ahista&lt;br /&gt;Seene Mein Jalan Aankhon Mein Toofan Sa Kyu Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere Aane Ki Jab Khabar&lt;br /&gt;Tere Bare Main Jab&lt;br /&gt;Tumko Bhool Na Payenge Hum Aisa Lagta Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tumko Dekha To Ye Khayal Aaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-6447224214691352033?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/6447224214691352033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=6447224214691352033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6447224214691352033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/6447224214691352033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-choice-in-ghazalsjagjit-singh-pankaj.html' title='My choice in Ghazals..Jagjit Singh / Pankaj Udas / Talat Aziz / Ghulam Ali'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2787237312586726554</id><published>2008-03-31T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:21.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Songs from Makdee and Taare Zameen Par</title><content type='html'>At times the song compositions in the film industry are of such substance that they simply sweep me off my feet..two beautiful songs which have so realistically depicted a child and his/her expectations and their feelings for their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;You might have seen a hindi movie called Makdee which was a children's film in Hindi directed by Vishal Bhardwaj, starring Shabana Azmi, Makrand Deshpande, Shewta Prasad, and Alaap Mazgaonkar. I think it was released in 2002/ 2003 and had a lovely song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Mai from Makdee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://ww.smashits.com/music/hindi-film/songs/4333/makdee.html"&gt;http://ww.smashits.com/music/hindi-film/songs/4333/makdee.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think among the songs that have come up in the past few years, the ‘Mai’ song of Makdee has been sung very deeply. It shows feelings like despair and fear of the little child who she thinks she has nowhere to go and her mother (Maa) is whom she misses - who is not in the world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another touching and never-so-deeply expressed song is from the movie Taare Zameen Par released this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Maa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.songs.pk/taare_zameen_par.html"&gt;www.songs.pk/taare_zameen_par.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It describes how close a little boy is to his mother. The phrase ‘Meri Maa’ is touching and more touching is the song where my heart actually breathes with the rythym of the music notes and flow. How a boy is expected to be strong and does not express things openly but he also is a child as old as a girl of his age and feels old and bold in this little age. Somewhere in his mind, he compares himself since childhood to big boys of his age and holds grudges against them, feels like replying back with the same intensity of punches and showing them never to bully him again.. but somewhere deep into his heart he realizes he is young and admits a few facts which he cannot before anyone else. Such is the beauty of this song which has been very well written and equally skillfully sung. The boy cannot admit any of his weaknesses before anyone in reality not even before his parents but the only person whom he feels close to and THINKS, can speak up to is his mother..this proves the toughness of replacing any relation to that with a mother. She is loving, sacrificing, devoted, pampering, resourceful, full of will power, appreciative, best friend, beautiful in every form, most knowledgeable coz she teaches her child every day, the best doctor – she knows the best of little home-treatments, her voice is like soothing honey which gives instant relief to all proble&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R_DMTGimxFI/AAAAAAAAALM/8QkWI_IzNUU/s1600-h/MotherBaby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183867799648781394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R_DMTGimxFI/AAAAAAAAALM/8QkWI_IzNUU/s400/MotherBaby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ms and the mind finds rest, she helps her children reach to decisions though she may or may not be educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gravity in the voice when we speak ‘Ma’ is the lifeline for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2787237312586726554?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2787237312586726554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2787237312586726554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2787237312586726554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2787237312586726554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/03/touching-songs-from-makdee-and-taare.html' title='Touching Songs from Makdee and Taare Zameen Par'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R_DMTGimxFI/AAAAAAAAALM/8QkWI_IzNUU/s72-c/MotherBaby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-445593891941786979</id><published>2008-03-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:39:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY WAS IRONICAL</title><content type='html'>At times I feel that the name of my blog ‘memorable moments’ will only indicate or so would be the perception of others or maybe only I feel so..those moments which are good to hear..I have not written many blogs yet but an ironical situation would so soon come before me, is something I never expected! I am not sure how verbose can I be in describing my state of heart and mind but still here it is for I really wish to open my heart out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an ironical day. During the first half I came know of a marriage been fixed – two people got engaged..two nice people who are both worth the admiration..lot of it. It had been a pleasant surprise to hear about the engagement and I was really happy. I came back with sweets offered by them in my hands and full of happiness. It was about mid of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orkut is a good community for social networking at least it links people and we come to know of things good and bad…I had scrapped a school-time friend on orkut asking how she was doing and that I was so happy to find her on orkut. I congratulated her about her sweet little baby whom I saw in the pictures uploaded. How much did I know..I was talking to a soul and not a ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another batchmate pinged me on chat as soon as I came back with the sweets of the engaged couple. We talked after almost 15 years..we were friends in 6th standard in school as much as I remember. I was filled with excitement when she sent a ‘Hi’. The next line said..”Appie is no more..”. She expired last Tuesday. I was shocked, speechless, didn’t know what to speak..Appie – the same friend whom I thought I had traced on orkut and had sent a message of congratulations for a little baby. It was as though the world has spun around and I felt lost. The smiles of engagement happiness faded with a jolt and my mind was trying to ask a myriad questions..what, how, sudden..and see the irony of the same day when in morning after getting the news of the engagement, I felt a myriad questions coming to my mind..what, how, sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony was that the questions were same but the answers were so ghastly different. And the wish from my heart at the end of the day was ‘God Bless Them.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-445593891941786979?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/445593891941786979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=445593891941786979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/445593891941786979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/445593891941786979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-ironical.html' title='YESTERDAY WAS IRONICAL'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-935957920888497386</id><published>2008-03-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:24.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley - 2</title><content type='html'>We had now reached close to the place with roads narrowing down to little stony lanes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s2fGimwwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_9YrdBwU7hQ/s1600-h/10+-+Stony+Lanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182295704179491586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Stony Lanes in Tirthan Valley" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s2fGimwwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_9YrdBwU7hQ/s400/10+-+Stony+Lanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed a little bridge built on the water body, the depth of which could only be measured in dreams. I had not even dreamt of anything of such kind. All of us were from varied areas of India, some had seen deep waters, some had seen waterfalls and mountains but how could one describe what I was witnessing that moment. Though we had to hurry to reach our Stay Spot, we could not resist stopping for a minute and all went beyond the practicality– thinking how small would be a minute to just stop there and then take a look below, then a little farther, slowly gazing up the altitude and then swallowing nothing once. Such was the feeling at that moment. It took time – the playful view of waves gushing here and there and the sound of those strong waves made us want for more! I sat at the pedestrian and took a picture. Have a look:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s212imwxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pYtTIQaLpiI/s1600-h/11-Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s212imwxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pYtTIQaLpiI/s400/11-Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="The 'A' Look"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296095021515538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed back into our cars and moved on to see the entrance of the Trout House ahead. It was a long journey. This place had small cottages and we had booked four cottages and were looking forward to simply go and lie down like wooden logs. We were hell tired. Stones were used for making the small uneven staircase which lead to a covered clearing surrounded by trees.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3DGimwyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X6UfX9NLJxY/s1600-h/12-Entry+of+Cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3DGimwyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X6UfX9NLJxY/s400/12-Entry+of+Cottage.jpg" border="0" alt="Dinning Hall in Trout House, Tirthan Valley-1"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296322654782242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3NmimwzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UZieeFea4cc/s1600-h/13-Entry+of+Cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3NmimwzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UZieeFea4cc/s400/13-Entry+of+Cottage.jpg" border="0" alt="Dinning Hall in Trout House, Tirthan Valley-2"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296503043408690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry and the cool atmosphere made us hungrier than ever. It was time for an early dinner. Dinner was laid on a small and again uneven platform and both non-vegetarian and vegetarian dishes were served. Though the food did not seem very interesting in the first go but since we all were very hungry, we simply gobbled down most of it and also overate a little tastefully. After this we realized the wall adjacent to the platform was done very artistically by the female among the couple who owned the place. The entire place was lit by candles and small bulbs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3Z2imw0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rzpiKzPVR20/s1600-h/14-Platform+Wall+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3Z2imw0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rzpiKzPVR20/s400/14-Platform+Wall+Art.jpg" border="0" alt="Artistic Work on Dinning Hall Wall, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296713496806210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host group comprised of a couple (a unique one) with their small baby boy (very cute and chubby) along with two cooks and a few caretakers. The owner showed us into our cottages. Our cottage was facing that of the other couple. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3lmimw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/6C0hncLI-8Q/s1600-h/15-Cottages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s3lmimw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/6C0hncLI-8Q/s400/15-Cottages.jpg" border="0" alt="Our Cottage in Trout House, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182296915360269138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed in. There was no electricity or no other sound. We could hear water flowing through the narrow natural mountain cracks. For the first time this sound of flowing, trickling and splashing water seemed music-same as the poets describe in their musical collection of words which is thrown on a piece of paper and in moments – which is being played on guitars. With the reference of Guitar, I recollect that the owner had promised to play guitar (he knew well) the next night. How romantic, isn’t it? We were all looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;We were all soon fast asleep. The natural aura was so relaxing that 6 hours seemed more than enough to sleep and we woke up like fresh daisies ready to bloom around into the watery terrains. I realized with the first sunlight streak that the cottage rooms were done really well. They were decorated creatively and had small but many windows to see the greens around. I woke up from the bed and first thing I did was looking outside the window. I saw another creative artwork done with stones, mud, broken glasses and plants. I felt like complementing the owner for her innovative artwork though I am not sure if other liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s32Wimw2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xOwH-TSU_ko/s1600-h/16-Artwok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s32Wimw2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xOwH-TSU_ko/s400/16-Artwok.jpg" border="0" alt="Another Creativity by Owners of Trout House, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182297203123077986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bedside window showed small cherry shrubs which seemed so hilly. I had not seen red cherries’ shrubs and went close to them as we go ready and went out to have breakfast in the same clearing which was our dining cum lobby clearing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4EGimw3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RoC09fkH9eU/s1600-h/17-Cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4EGimw3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RoC09fkH9eU/s400/17-Cherries.jpg" border="0" alt="Cherry Plant Outside Cottage Window, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182297439346279282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of the cottage, towards my left was a stony trail which went into greens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4Smimw4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pTnAs9h_ToY/s1600-h/18-Stony+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4Smimw4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pTnAs9h_ToY/s400/18-Stony+trail.jpg" border="0" alt="Stony Trail Into Greens, Cottage, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182297688454382466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instant thought was to quench my curiosity which had its solution at the end of the trail into the trees but I preferred to have breakfast first! We had a nice and quite heavy breakfast of aloo-gobhi-onion and paneer paranthas. Wow is the taste I recollect!&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go to the riverside which was stormy, splashy, shiny and inviting us to bathe. Since we were almost at the top of the mountain, the river probably started somewhere close to it and carried big and small pieces of rocks so the river bed and shore were extremely rocky. It was tough to walk bare feet. All of us were dying to play with water and all suddenly grew childish and play full. It was great fun and the water was chilled. Feet felt like numb but it was a pure feeling. No one could try bathing since the water was cold but all of us played with water, clicked pictures for long hours. At times we used to dread falling ill but Mother Nature was quite liberal and all went fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4pGimw5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xtuzy62V5rk/s1600-h/19-Stony+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s4pGimw5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xtuzy62V5rk/s400/19-Stony+Bed.jpg" border="0" alt="The First Look at the River, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182298075001439122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds hung from above with baskets full of water, drizzling began. Reluctantly we planned to rush back to the cottage. It started raining heavily and all day and night it rained. &lt;br /&gt;Now came the real attraction of this place..I told you that I would reveal it later. Here is the secret disclosed..This place is famous for fishing and specifically ‘Trout’ fishing. Trout is a breed of fish which is found in the waters of these areas. The owner of this house was a top-shot fisherman and knew a lot in detail about fishing. He opened before us his vast knowledge about fishing and showed us how he used to make a ‘fly’ for fish..I think fly is what the trapping article was called. It sure required art, patience and knowledge of fishery. The picture below is a collection of feathers, shiny threads and metal hooks which were used to make a fly which varied in terms of size, shape, colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s402imw6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PmZENouVgP8/s1600-h/20-Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s402imw6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PmZENouVgP8/s400/20-Fly.jpg" border="0" alt="Tools of Trout Fishing, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182298276864902050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fly was given a look of an insect which trouts / other fishes ate so that when the fly was casted, fishes would take it as a normal insect of their routine diet and ate it, get caught. There were trout farms somewhere close. &lt;br /&gt;There were special plans made by our hosts to serve us Fishes for dinner. We chatted for long and enjoyed each other’s company, had lunch and it was by evening that the clouds decided to rest. We now thought of moving around and felt like absorbing as much as eyes could make it – the clouds, waters, woods, small bridges knitted together with green leaves and making it a ‘Picture Perfect’. We also planned to visit Trout Farm to get fishes for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;On way to Trout Farm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5E2imw7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9PSDkmR0ENk/s1600-h/21-On+way+to+Trout+Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5E2imw7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9PSDkmR0ENk/s400/21-On+way+to+Trout+Farm.jpg" border="0" alt="Bowl of Mountains Filled With Water,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182298551742809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road adjacent to our Cottage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5PWimw8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/kcSfc84MfhA/s1600-h/22-Road+adjacent+to+our+cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5PWimw8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/kcSfc84MfhA/s400/22-Road+adjacent+to+our+cottage.jpg" border="0" alt="Clouds on Their Way to Heaven,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182298732131435458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5amimw9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/V0z8Hxqivo0/s1600-h/22-While+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5amimw9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/V0z8Hxqivo0/s400/22-While+driving.jpg" border="0" alt="While driving..A Modern Art Look,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182298925404963794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to cottage when night had engulfed the fascinating waterfall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5jWimw-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_NT0m1vdfyY/s1600-h/23-Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5jWimw-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_NT0m1vdfyY/s400/23-Waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt="Night engulfing the Fascinating Waterfall,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299075728819170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more….here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5wGimw_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/GheTCLeJM_U/s1600-h/24-Some+more1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s5wGimw_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/GheTCLeJM_U/s400/24-Some+more1.jpg" border="0" alt="A Dream Painting Come True,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299294772151282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s59GimxAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a_4eYcxTDgA/s1600-h/24-Some+more2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s59GimxAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a_4eYcxTDgA/s400/24-Some+more2.jpg" border="0" alt="The Magic Touch,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299518110450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6EWimxBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UW2L-lxC3Hw/s1600-h/24-Some+more3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6EWimxBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UW2L-lxC3Hw/s400/24-Some+more3.jpg" border="0" alt="Beautiful Mountains,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299642664502290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6NWimxCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HEnD-R303RA/s1600-h/24-Some+more4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6NWimxCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HEnD-R303RA/s400/24-Some+more4.jpg" border="0" alt="Ajay and Tusharika among Greens, Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299797283324962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6VGimxDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0jxbRIlYlnA/s1600-h/24-Some+more5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6VGimxDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0jxbRIlYlnA/s400/24-Some+more5.jpg" border="0" alt="Snowy Cactus,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182299930427311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6dWimxEI/AAAAAAAAALE/mgMDJpOcIkg/s1600-h/24-Some+more6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s6dWimxEI/AAAAAAAAALE/mgMDJpOcIkg/s400/24-Some+more6.jpg" border="0" alt="Snow - SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL,Tirthan Valley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182300072161231938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-935957920888497386?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/935957920888497386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=935957920888497386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/935957920888497386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/935957920888497386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-tour-trip-to-tirthan-valley-2.html' title='Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley - 2'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-s2fGimwwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_9YrdBwU7hQ/s72-c/10+-+Stony+Lanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-462885833389110075</id><published>2008-03-25T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:25.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Names' Hit List</title><content type='html'>I am really impressed with some lovely names. One of my colleagues asked the team to suggest a few names for her known’s daughter and some real good ones came up. Here is our hitlist..do add or point out the ones you like: &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-jcbWimwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rNeHjCbmCM8/s1600-h/XLCA8J232VCA7121R7CAM0CAQ2CAH186FDCA2WEGBECA1T65AUCAX5Q2PACA7Z02VWCAKGQROUCAN2O634CA8XP7VICA3OG01PCAX70AMSCARTTEA0CA0DWQU5CA6GAOP1CAX4EVE7CAIU466CCAB2XT3T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181633733755060962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-jcbWimwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rNeHjCbmCM8/s320/XLCA8J232VCA7121R7CAM0CAQ2CAH186FDCA2WEGBECA1T65AUCAX5Q2PACA7Z02VWCAKGQROUCAN2O634CA8XP7VICA3OG01PCAX70AMSCARTTEA0CA0DWQU5CA6GAOP1CAX4EVE7CAIU466CCAB2XT3T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antara&lt;br /&gt;Anushree&lt;br /&gt;Arundhati&lt;br /&gt;Apoorva&lt;br /&gt;Atika&lt;br /&gt;Diya&lt;br /&gt;Farha&lt;br /&gt;Ishita&lt;br /&gt;Kausar&lt;br /&gt;Latika&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya&lt;br /&gt;Lipi&lt;br /&gt;Lopa&lt;br /&gt;Mahi (Earth)&lt;br /&gt;Marichi&lt;br /&gt;Maryam&lt;br /&gt;Mehrunissa&lt;br /&gt;Mita&lt;br /&gt;Mridula&lt;br /&gt;Mrinali&lt;br /&gt;Mohisha&lt;br /&gt;Nafisa / Nafasat&lt;br /&gt;Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Puruda&lt;br /&gt;Rituparna&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Shail&lt;br /&gt;Shaheen&lt;br /&gt;Simran&lt;br /&gt;Taru &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-462885833389110075?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/462885833389110075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=462885833389110075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/462885833389110075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/462885833389110075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-names-hit-list.html' title='Female Names&apos; Hit List'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R-jcbWimwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rNeHjCbmCM8/s72-c/XLCA8J232VCA7121R7CAM0CAQ2CAH186FDCA2WEGBECA1T65AUCAX5Q2PACA7Z02VWCAKGQROUCAN2O634CA8XP7VICA3OG01PCAX70AMSCARTTEA0CA0DWQU5CA6GAOP1CAX4EVE7CAIU466CCAB2XT3T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8582662212568383338</id><published>2008-03-11T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z5o6mTayI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5LSxWiivxD0/s1600-h/1+-+Tirthan+Valley+Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z5o6mTayI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5LSxWiivxD0/s400/1+-+Tirthan+Valley+Logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176458565540604706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have visited a couple of places in recent past and would surely like to share my thrilling experience of the trip to Tirthan Valley. I am flooding with the memories of numerous and varied feelings which came up - the fun, the enthusiasm, elation and awe which was put forth by nature in one of the most beautiful way. Let me tell you where it is…The Tirthan Valley is in Kullu District of Himachal Pradesh. Located within the Great Himalayan National Park, the roadie way is sure long but worth it so do set aside some free time for it! We travelled from Delhi to Himachal Pradesh. The makhmal-si-roads (as one of my friends says) unfolded like a graceful carpet around the river as we moved on in full zeal with our face swirling around to catch every bit of the beautiful nature and noticing the small names like Chalogi, Mungla, Nagini, Ghushaini……And do you love eating during journeys..oh I love eating loads and loads..and we had driven for quite some time and slowly realized that we felt like sitting and having something  amidst the natural flora and fauna. We were three couples and two bachelors having fun and side by side keeping a look out. We soon found a food-joint along the road and planned to take a small hault. Guys moved on to have a fag and we moved found a place to relax until the food was laid. Have a look at our hang out, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z62amTa1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IVKLqJJrfJE/s1600-h/2+%E2%80%93+Food+Joint+hang+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z62amTa1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IVKLqJJrfJE/s200/2+%E2%80%93+Food+Joint+hang+out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176459896980466514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z7A6mTa2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QCX-GzoS-AI/s1600-h/3+-+Beautiful+Greens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z7A6mTa2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QCX-GzoS-AI/s200/3+-+Beautiful+Greens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176460077369092962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending sometime here and relaxing, we were all charged up to move on. I never felt so close to nature..and I am basically a lover of clouds – mountains – the Evergreens..tall and proud! The beautiful time of November was apt for this and I love clicking pictures. For the moments when the raw nature leaves me speechless for its beauty-descriptions, I always take help of these clicked pics to share and express my treasured moments. Do have a look below at the breathtaking scenic views as we moved to the roads around the foothills&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLzqmTbAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qkiOHQouD4o/s1600-h/4+-+Foothills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLzqmTbAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qkiOHQouD4o/s400/4+-+Foothills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177182228875275266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The road was calm, the tree leaves reflected the small streaks of sunlight escaping through them..and the road wound up into a delicate curl between two mountain ranges and we suddenly had a blanket of moist, wavy cover of dark grey clouds which hung over us – same like when the royal guests are ushered in under big-graceful umbrellas to the royal castle..here being mother nature which welcomed us with open arms of these two ranges..it felt like nature understood the tiresome and exhausting life in the bustling cities. It caressed us with a mild drizzle and we put our hands outside the windows of the moving cars..i gently took out my cell to take a picture ..the drizzling feel on the camera lens and a beautiful picture was drawn.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLMqmTa-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/AXaCUnNOuTo/s1600-h/5+-+Drizzling+Welcome+by+Nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLMqmTa-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/AXaCUnNOuTo/s400/5+-+Drizzling+Welcome+by+Nature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177181558860377058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLaamTa_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GNUfjKMsVQo/s1600-h/6+-+Welcome+by+Nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kLaamTa_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GNUfjKMsVQo/s400/6+-+Welcome+by+Nature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177181795083578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a broad road with the first streak of a waterfall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kJF6mTa6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Oq5u-QEfqKc/s1600-h/7+-+Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kJF6mTa6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Oq5u-QEfqKc/s200/7+-+Waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177179243873004450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kJPamTa7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/t6Ik-cHmtng/s1600-h/8+-+River+it+turned+into...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kJPamTa7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/t6Ik-cHmtng/s200/8+-+River+it+turned+into...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177179407081761714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains had something more beautiful in store..Have a look… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kKMqmTa9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/g9n-eQVnMSE/s1600-h/9+%E2%80%93+Mountains+had+something+in+store...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9kKMqmTa9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/g9n-eQVnMSE/s400/9+%E2%80%93+Mountains+had+something+in+store...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177180459348749266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh kehte hain ki sham dhalne ko hai to ghar ki taraf rukh ho..so with the clouds making it into an early evening, we had to start rushing to reach the key place where we planned to stay. That is a surprise..so read on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8582662212568383338?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8582662212568383338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8582662212568383338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8582662212568383338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8582662212568383338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-tour-trip-to-tirthan-valley.html' title='Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/R9Z5o6mTayI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5LSxWiivxD0/s72-c/1+-+Tirthan+Valley+Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-2783490448121392814</id><published>2008-02-27T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:55:11.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes at night..</title><content type='html'>At times I wonder when I look into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Think about you and my heart questions..why?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you? I think and smile&lt;br /&gt;Remembering those moments..really fine&lt;br /&gt;Those first flirting words which made my toes curl&lt;br /&gt;First drive together..first yawn before everyone!&lt;br /&gt;My embarassed eyes but no words on tongue&lt;br /&gt;The speeding car..the fun-filled moments&lt;br /&gt;Ur grabbing of cell, my striving for return&lt;br /&gt;Some occasional meetings..my resistance to one&lt;br /&gt;Our god-made couple..then the desitned knot done. &lt;br /&gt;Starting of life with a lil known person&lt;br /&gt;Ur wavelength matching mine, our love divine&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of ur voice, the warmth of ur touch&lt;br /&gt;so many little things that make me want you so much&lt;br /&gt;The way that ur kiss, fills me with desire&lt;br /&gt;And how u hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.&lt;br /&gt;The way ur eyes shine when you look at me..&lt;br /&gt;lost with you forever is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that I dream that all involve you&lt;br /&gt;the way you let me snuggle close to you.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for always,telling of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;but all you must know is my love for u is deep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-2783490448121392814?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/2783490448121392814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=2783490448121392814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2783490448121392814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/2783490448121392814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-at-night.html' title='Sometimes at night..'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-1815971134879871540</id><published>2007-07-31T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T04:52:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pains of being a TENANT</title><content type='html'>Well, I really need to make an effort bringing myself to write this incident!! Life is tough for tenants until they buy their own places. At least it has been for me after this incident, I wonder how it is for all those couples who are working in Gurgaon and have come from different cities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started from the fact that we had to change our current place since our landlord’s son is getting married. He was putting up in Australia till sometime back and now they are getting him married fast so that he stays in India. (Same old story…). Our landlord and his family are real good people very courteous and absolutely non – interfering which makes them one of the best. I and my hubby Prashant have really lived peacefully here for about 10 months now. All was going fine and then suddenly the marriage came up and we were looking for a nice place to shift. We did not get anything in Sector 14 even after long search through brokers too. We then started searching in Sector 23 and 23 A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 1st sight of the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week back we went to a broker who showed us 3-4 houses on rent but we liked one and only – White Beauty. This was a big three floor building with ground, first and second floor. It is completely done in marble and appealed to us at the first instant. We went there in the evening and the broker told us that the landlord did not live here. He had another house nearby which was identical to this one but a lane away from this one. Coincidently, we met him here only so need not go to his own house. He was a Colonel and about 75 years old – he spoke like a lot and lot means TOO MUCH. He wouldn’t let anybody speak anything at all. Anyhow he had yet not shown us the house from inside – the 2nd floor was on rent. The broker went away and the landlord took us to his own house and showed us the second floor of that house. He said since both the houses were identical so anyone could be seen. Some one was still staying in the place which we were supposed to occupy and he did not want to offend them since he had good relations with them. He said he didn’t mind showing the original place on 29th when it would be vacated. He showed us the ground floor of both houses in order to convince us that both houses were identical. He said that it was 26 on that day and 29th and 30th the tenants would vacate the place after which we could see and shift whenever comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have many options which were as nicely done so we agreed to pay him the security thinking that he and his wife were good people with reputed backgrounds and this was their only condition. We gave the security amount but I was firm on one point that once we entered into the actual place on 29th only then the deal would stand final. To this his wife agreed but said that the security would be payable now only since then they would not entertain any more requests. She was quite adamant so we thought that since the place is really nice so we could agree to this condition as such she promised to refund the security in case we did not like it on 29th. We had almost finalized the place and landlord told us to shift on 30th itself and that he would arrange for the old tenant’s to shift fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 2nd visit BUT to the actual house (DEVASTATING)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 29th we tried calling the landlord to know whether the tenants had shifted or not and that we could come and see the place. We somehow could not get in touch on phone so we moved to the rented place. The couple was shifting and we introduced ourselves. (NOT KNOWING WHAT THE ACTUAL PLOT OF LANDLORD WAS!!!). They told us that they were paying 3k less than what landlord was charging us. We were SHOCKED. When we actually saw the second floor we were very disappointed. It was in a deplorable state and very shabby coz of the current shifting going on. I instantly refused to shift here and so did Prashant. That couple told us the actual story then…….. landlord gave them a short notice of shifting to the first floor below since his daughter and son-in-law were coming and forcibly asked them to vacate or pay 10k straight for 1st floor since it was bigger!!! They were helpless since their child was small and was going to a crèche just opposite to the house so they could not search house instantly and were forced to shift. The landlord suddenly raised the rent of the second floor and did not even show us the actual place since it was in a bad shape though it was built in the same fashion as the floor at his second house. They requested us not to tell the landlord that the couple had told us anything about the place. We promised them so and went to landlord’s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received us warmly. We requested him to show us the place so that we could finalize on the place – whether to shift or to search for another. He sounded shocked and his wife doubted us for having searched another place. We denied doing so and they started interrogating all the more asking us whether we had seen the rent place without them. We denied even that. Finally we forced him to show it to us but he insisted on knowing why we did not get our luggage with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally it all ENDED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were behaving strangely but still they both took us to the rented house and introduced us to Pinky and her husband – the tenant couple. We pretended not to know each other. After seeing the place we got back to his house and sat down to discussion. We asked him to repaint the place before we had shift to which he point blankly refused and said that we were moving away from our requirement and goddamn promise. They both created a big scene and his wife indicated about not giving the security money back too. We were saved only on one statement that I had given on the first day saying that we would take the place only when we saw the actual place and in case it did not appeal to us then we would take our security back!!! I thank god for blessing me with this good thought on the first day. Imagine loosing 10k for nothing!! We sat for about 4 hours at their place and then got our security amount back. It was a nasty experience and we have decided never to make such a mistake again. The house was some &lt;strong&gt;2919-P, Sector 23, Gurgaon &lt;/strong&gt;as far as I remember. For all those searching a rented place in Gurgaon – never visit the place. We learnt a lot from such an experience and were shocked to see that even educated people from reputed segments like army etc behave like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-1815971134879871540?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/1815971134879871540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=1815971134879871540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1815971134879871540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/1815971134879871540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2007/07/pains-of-being-tenant.html' title='Pains of being a TENANT'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-4780361114936667414</id><published>2007-07-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:30.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narkanda – An Exciting Trip</title><content type='html'>I would like you all to steal some moments from your busy schedule and read this small excerpt on a unique place. In my opinion this place is specially for a couple planning for some sweet moments together but families would find the place worth enjoying and most of all kids would find it thrilling. Imagine where is this cottage situated - it is right on a HILL – TOP. It’s hidden among dense trees in a small clearing. You see not a single soul generally except for the two servants manning the entire cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially had plans to visit Simla but when we reached there the place seemed hot and crowded. I was surprised at the high temperature there. It also does not look as neat and beautiful. We then moved on to Narkanda. On the way we found a cool place called Kufri. This place was pleasant and was much lower in temperature with chilly winds. We loved the low temperature here but did not find the place worth spending 2-3 days. We moved further to Narkanda and found another small place called Chhail. This place again was a little low in temperature but it was a quite one. Further on the way, we came to a beautiful spot amidst the forest and mountains. It was a little diverse from the normal route – say about 20 kms at a very high altitude. It was as if we had come to plains. A big entertainment centre was newly constructed. We tried exploring and enjoyed the place thoroughly. On the way to this place, there were no people but when we reached there were many people and kids enjoying the place. Beautiful songs were played and there were small joints for foodies. A separate space was given for a variety of swings where not only kids but families too were having great fun. We spent about 4 hours and enjoyed every bit of it including a ride on Yaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3DcuM9PII/AAAAAAAAADE/S4MRqW7ew0Q/s1600-h/Yaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088438052204657794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3DcuM9PII/AAAAAAAAADE/S4MRqW7ew0Q/s200/Yaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the time running fast we started packing-up in order to reach Narkanda before dark. Since we drove on our own we wanted to search for ATMs at Narkanda from where we could draw cash for fuel and hotel expenses. Amongst all this we were forced to enjoy the serenity of the nature with its beauty at the best. With the beautiful hilly breeze touching our cheeks and with cold shivers running down our spine, we drove towards our destination Narkanda. We reached there well before dark and were searching for a good hotel to stay. We considered many options including one decently maintained hotel by tourism department of the state. We considered a few more and while talking to a few locals we got a small thread to the LAKESIDE COTTAGE. We wanted to give it a look but there was one factor discouraging us that it was a little away from the main town market. In fact it was at a higher altitude too so in case we planned to go to the market walking sometimes then coming back could cause a trouble sometimes since we were not acquainted with the ways and were not used to traveling uphill. The cottage belonged to a family which lived in the plains but owned the entire hill on which the cottage was made. When we visited the place we took an instant liking to it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3EWOM9PJI/AAAAAAAAADM/2icHUFCVsLE/s1600-h/2+Cottage+Gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088439040047135890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3EWOM9PJI/AAAAAAAAADM/2icHUFCVsLE/s320/2+Cottage+Gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like staying at a farm house so close to nature in fact surrounded by trees and birds.We reached in the evening and confirmed our 3 day stay there to the owners. We were not left with much of money since we could not find any ATMs after Simla (In case you visit places above Simla do carry more of cash!!). Also, in case you go by your own conveyance then you will find the petrol pump in Simla and do take the fuel there. We did not know where to go but thankfully we took fuel from Simla and did not face any problems ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful stay at the cottage began from this night. We had a cook and a peon cum servant provided by the owners. Car parking in itself was a mission since the road to the cottage was very narrow and then the clearance in which the cottage was built was not sufficient to reverse the car but we managed. The entrance started with a small staircase which led to a garden.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3GDuM9PKI/AAAAAAAAADU/9uP73_ZKSKA/s1600-h/entrance+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088440921242811554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3GDuM9PKI/AAAAAAAAADU/9uP73_ZKSKA/s200/entrance+stairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3PXOM9PMI/AAAAAAAAADk/pFd-obJLask/s1600-h/Dinning+place+and+fireplace+in+front+of+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088451151854910658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3PXOM9PMI/AAAAAAAAADk/pFd-obJLask/s200/Dinning+place+and+fireplace+in+front+of+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3PvuM9PNI/AAAAAAAAADs/CQIh5tgjwwM/s1600-h/APPLE+ORCHARDS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088451572761705682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3PvuM9PNI/AAAAAAAAADs/CQIh5tgjwwM/s200/APPLE+ORCHARDS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Towards the right was a small cottage house which had the dining hall and the kitchen. Towards the left of the garden was a staircase actually going down towards the valley. After about 20 steps we found a beautiful cottage which was the place we would stay in. The entire hill slope was covered with apple orchards though we could not find the apples which the servants told us were seen in September to November season.The ambience was nice. Just opposite to the entrance was a natural lake around which the owners of the cottage had made a pedestrian for walks in the mornings/evenings.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3P9OM9POI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pkfWvju2tjU/s1600-h/Lake+view+from+cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088451804689939682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3P9OM9POI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pkfWvju2tjU/s200/Lake+view+from+cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired with the long drive we went to our room down the staircase amidst the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3QcuM9PPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lUTuQFW0xd0/s1600-h/Way+to+our+cottage..2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088452345855818994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3QcuM9PPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lUTuQFW0xd0/s200/Way+to+our+cottage..2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;After sipping the hot coffee served by the servant we came upstairs, took a stroll nearby and came back for dinner since venturing into an unknown forest area did not seem a convincing idea! Even after being so tired we felt refreshing with the atmosphere there and watched TV for long, listened to songs in the garden and sat there regaining our composure after the hectic city life. I sat there for long thinking about myself and the special moments of my life. It was rejuvenating. I am sure the people visiting the place would love the ambience, the hospitality and the scenic beauty around the cottage at rates as cheap as Rs.5000 for 3 days / 2 people / food inclusive!! Does it sound attractive?? To us it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we felt sleepy, our room was neatly done in a colorful bed sheet and small pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3Qu-M9PQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1aEU7MIyNAQ/s1600-h/Our+Room+in+the+cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088452659388431618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3Qu-M9PQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1aEU7MIyNAQ/s200/Our+Room+in+the+cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3RU-M9PRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ldM_Msv25fA/s1600-h/room+bed+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088453312223460626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3RU-M9PRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ldM_Msv25fA/s200/room+bed+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3Ri-M9PSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0nx4S3na4A8/s1600-h/room+bed+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088453552741629218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3Ri-M9PSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0nx4S3na4A8/s200/room+bed+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room had a window just opposite to our bed which was overlooking the valley. The hilly atmosphere was so soothing and relieving that I woke up around 4 AM in the morning just as if the nature was welcoming me to the most awaited and precious view of snow clad mountains so that I might not miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SBOM9PTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hShlVj4YttA/s1600-h/Maximum+snow+on+this+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088454072432672050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SBOM9PTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hShlVj4YttA/s200/Maximum+snow+on+this+mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore my jacket and went out to look at the mesmerizing dawn with a streak of yellow appearing from behind the snowy mountain. I tried capturing them in a picture too but did not come out to be very clear in the picture. Have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SKuM9PUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xSmBeJgFa-g/s1600-h/Narkanda-early+morn+-+b%27ful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088454235641429314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SKuM9PUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xSmBeJgFa-g/s200/Narkanda-early+morn+-+b%27ful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out s silent prayer to god for blessing me with this moment and went back to bed to relax leisurely. We woke up, had breakfast and left for another destination called Hatu Mandir which was again at a higher altitude and believe me the way to the temple actually called for a lot of guts but then the place we finally reached was worth all the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SdeM9PVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NgWeWLvPkAU/s1600-h/Way+to+HATU+MANDIR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088454557763976530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SdeM9PVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NgWeWLvPkAU/s200/Way+to+HATU+MANDIR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SqOM9PWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZLh6SM8Hjm4/s1600-h/Way+to+HATU+MANDIR1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088454776807308642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3SqOM9PWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZLh6SM8Hjm4/s200/Way+to+HATU+MANDIR1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3S8OM9PXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/htYNDB_dZLE/s1600-h/Way+to+the+cottage1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088455086044953970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3S8OM9PXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/htYNDB_dZLE/s200/Way+to+the+cottage1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....................................................................The way was very narrow and risky. On way I first found ICE at this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3TkeM9PYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SiXAoGYxmPM/s1600-h/First+touch+of+ICE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088455777534688642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3TkeM9PYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SiXAoGYxmPM/s200/First+touch+of+ICE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case another car came from the opposite direction you just wouldn’t know since there were so much curves and turns on the roads. Moreover, there was extreme risk when two cars crossed since the road was too narrow. We were stuck at one such moment and just missed slipping down the valley since we gave a high acceleration and somehow managed to cross fast! This probably was the most risky moment in my life though might not sound as dangerous to you in words but it took our breath away. When we reached at the top the Hatu Peak and Mandir which were two places worth visiting not because of their own beauty actually but because of the surroundings. This was on a adjacent hill to the one on which our cottage was made so when going to this place we first came down hill from our cottage and then went up hill – an experience worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;We found another family there and then coming back wasn’t as dreadful since we had become accustomed to the ways.&lt;br /&gt;Before coming back to our cottage we went to a small town market downhill and took a few eatables – biscuits and fruits were the only things available. I missed eating candies there and ice creams too since there were hardly anything available. No ATMs, no banks and hardly handful of shops. We came back to the cottage and relaxed well before we got up in the evening for our evening coffee. We had dinner at the fireplace in open which felt like a luxury having steaming hot food amongst a small clearing in the tees. We also went to walk at the lake side which was nice after having lots at dinner. The days at the cottage were pure adventurous and we think we were very lucky to have got to stay at such a beautiful place venturing into the forest ‘greens’ and enjoying nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-4780361114936667414?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/4780361114936667414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=4780361114936667414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4780361114936667414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/4780361114936667414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-drive-to-lakeside-cottage-ahead-of.html' title='Narkanda – An Exciting Trip'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rp3DcuM9PII/AAAAAAAAADE/S4MRqW7ew0Q/s72-c/Yaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-3390768860810408333</id><published>2007-07-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:30.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaipur – The Pink City – Through my eyes</title><content type='html'>I hold a special place in my heart for this city and it is so because this is my home town! I have been born and brought up in Jaipur and believe me there could not have been a better place for my birth and upbringing which I could have chosen. This city is the capital of Rajasthan and no wonder it deserves to be!! Jaipur has more than 2000 villages and it is in the east of Rajasthan. This place has high temperatures and less of rains generally. Its temperatures generally range from as high as 48 degrees to as low as 23 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was the first which was planned in Rajasthan. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPHHZHpfI/AAAAAAAAACk/obNXY0_G2XE/s1600-h/Raja+Sawai+Jai+Singh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPHHZHpfI/AAAAAAAAACk/obNXY0_G2XE/s320/Raja+Sawai+Jai+Singh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425019149329906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raja Sawai Jai Singh ruled this city and had made it with the thought that it would be victorious always hence, its name Jai (victory) + pur. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMQfXZHpiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/daZhjvL-VE4/s1600-h/Sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMQfXZHpiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/daZhjvL-VE4/s320/Sword.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085426535272785442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some also say that it was named after the Raja ‘ Jai’ singh. The city is called pink because it is made completely with Pink coloured stones. The city is divided into two parts - walled city (old city) and new city which is the newly developed part of the city after the governments came into place. The walled city is completely into Pink stone. It is encircled by pink walls and these walls have big gates. A few of them to name are – New Gate, Ajmeri Gate and Sanganeri Gate. There are many well known markets popularly called Tripolia Bazar, Nehru bazaar, Johri Bazaar and Bapu bazaar to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to visit my birth town through my eyes. Some key places you should not miss when you plan a visit to Jaipur are below. I have tried attaching the best of pictures which will help you decide which ones to visit first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Palace: The palace is made for those eyes who love historical beauty or for architects who have the aesthetic sense to admire these old beauties. This palace is situated on the road of Delhi to Jaipur. It is a fusion of Mughal and hindu architecture. In the complex of Amber fort there are beautiful gardens with fountains. Another tourist attraction is the elephant ride within the complex.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPT3ZHpgI/AAAAAAAAACs/RxQazGo4dZk/s1600-h/amberfort.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPT3ZHpgI/AAAAAAAAACs/RxQazGo4dZk/s320/amberfort.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425238192662018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People purchase ‘Prashaad’ from the shops outside the complex and then there is a series of stairs which one needs to climb (don’t worry it is lesser than Vaishnodeviji of course!!). When you look at the staircase they are too many in number but when you reach on the top, there is something worthy of all the sweat! It starts with the gardens in the left and a small lake on the right. Whenever it rains the place is full of water and boats glide on water with crowd cheering at the fishes in the water. People get flour for these fishes and kids enjoy playing with them. You can actually bend down with the flour and you see more than 100 fishes rushing to the treat! It is so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPhHZHphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lBYm-hqAQMw/s1600-h/elephant+rides+in+jaipur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPhHZHphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lBYm-hqAQMw/s320/elephant+rides+in+jaipur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425465825928722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you move forward after this boating and reach the Amber fort you need to check out while you walk. The elephants stop your way as they mightily walk down the squadral with people on their back. They are painted with vibrant colors and have a colourful back on top. You hear people cheering down to their known standing safely away as the elephant crosses with their loved ones on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to go on my next blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-3390768860810408333?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/3390768860810408333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=3390768860810408333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3390768860810408333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/3390768860810408333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2007/07/jaipur-pink-city-through-my-eyes.html' title='Jaipur – The Pink City – Through my eyes'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RpMPHHZHpfI/AAAAAAAAACk/obNXY0_G2XE/s72-c/Raja+Sawai+Jai+Singh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8508614119142702200</id><published>2007-06-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:30.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Nainital</title><content type='html'>I visited Nanital in the month of October last year when the city has one of its best seasons going on. This beautiful city is situated about 1938 meters above sea level and has a pleasant weather with temperatures ranging from 27 degrees to about 10 degrees in summers. The story of this city finding its name is equally interesting. It is said that when Lord Shiv was carrying the body of Sati, her eyes dropped on this place and a lake was formed. The place then came out to be known as Nanital – Nain (eyes) and Taal (lake)! India sure has some unique ways of naming places like the Maharaja of Jaipur chose to build the place as a City of Victory and hence correctly named it as Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature has blessed and decorated Nanital with a variety of lake-jewels which forms one of the major attractions of Nanital. I visited three taals of this place which are Sat Sal, Bhim Taal, Naukutchia Taal. This city has edge over other tourist places in terms of the beautifully organized way in which nature has arranged the scenery. Although it is a hilly area it has a clearance space where people can have a good view. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rnfp1psathI/AAAAAAAAACU/-OwO1E7ZcAs/s1600-h/nainital-clearance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rnfp1psathI/AAAAAAAAACU/-OwO1E7ZcAs/s320/nainital-clearance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077784212818015762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walk through the mall road, towards the right are series of shops and hotels so that tourists have and easy accessibility to window shop things. Just opposite to the market and hotels is the spectacular sight of hills fully covered by dense trees. It is surprising how these trees cling to the earth at the very end of a drooping slope too! I have seen them literally hanging perpendicular to the base!! The hotels’ rooms are generally facing these trees and believe me these lovely green mornings relieve all the tensions you might have. An amazing moment that I enjoyed was boating between the clouds. Yes, it is place where you can enjoy boating and you actually run though the clouds, feeling them on your face. There are such incredible moments when there is absolutely no view and it is plain white everywhere. Some must – see spots in this city are:&lt;br /&gt;o Bhim Tal&lt;br /&gt;o Naina Peak &amp; Naina Devi Temple&lt;br /&gt;o Naukuchia Lake&lt;br /&gt;o Sat Tal ( Seven Lakes)&lt;br /&gt;o Snow View point&lt;br /&gt;o Hanuman Garhi&lt;br /&gt;o Astronomical Observatory&lt;br /&gt;o Land's End&lt;br /&gt;o The Mall road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rnfp-psatiI/AAAAAAAAACc/vjWSK2F5dzw/s1600-h/nainital-taal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rnfp-psatiI/AAAAAAAAACc/vjWSK2F5dzw/s320/nainital-taal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077784367436838434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had gone through a couple of websites which gave me immense and useful information about the hotels and the tour packages they offer, the modes of travel and the attractions worth watching. A few of them were eholidaysindia.com, mapsofindia.com and traveleaseindia.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-8508614119142702200?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/8508614119142702200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=8508614119142702200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8508614119142702200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/8508614119142702200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-nainital.html' title='A trip to Nainital'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rnfp1psathI/AAAAAAAAACU/-OwO1E7ZcAs/s72-c/nainital-clearance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-7476816538805393305</id><published>2007-06-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:31.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fascination for Kashmir</title><content type='html'>Kashmir!!! Is it so beautiful? How is it? Is it as green, as colorful as people say? I have a fascination to see this place and feel its beauty. I have heard from ages that it is India’s pride. Some of the many things which I love about Kashmir and wish to watch are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful and distinct dresses&lt;br /&gt;The snow laden mountains – I wish to feel the ice in my hands, throw ice balls around and simply play with it. It might sound kiddish but I feel like writing my name on ice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of the varied seasons in Kashmir but have never actually had the opportunity to visit the place. Due to my charm for this place, I had gone through website of JK tourism and I must say that they have beautifully depicted the spectacular bliss of Kashmir. I came to know about the months of these seasons. In my opinion, it must be the best to visit this paradise in the months of spring when nature has showered all the possible colors on earth in a small piece of land – the paradise on earth – Kashmir. Kashmir has four seasons namely:&lt;br /&gt;Spectral spring March - May&lt;br /&gt;Crisp winters December - February&lt;br /&gt;Rustling autumn September - November&lt;br /&gt;Sprawling summers June - August&lt;br /&gt;Some beautiful pictures which have attracted me and have made me crazily wish to visit the place are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6r55satXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eoMU7fvdAFM/s1600-h/SPRING.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6r55satXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eoMU7fvdAFM/s200/SPRING.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075182841321141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sDJsatYI/AAAAAAAAABM/SrIjf6SpjTM/s1600-h/winter-snowfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sDJsatYI/AAAAAAAAABM/SrIjf6SpjTM/s200/winter-snowfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183000234931586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTUMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sKJsatZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ov9juwfzUKM/s1600-h/AUTUMN.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sKJsatZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ov9juwfzUKM/s200/AUTUMN.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183120494015890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sVpsataI/AAAAAAAAABc/alTT9K4WUvw/s1600-h/SUMMERS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6sVpsataI/AAAAAAAAABc/alTT9K4WUvw/s200/SUMMERS.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075183318062511522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shikaras have also been an attraction to me. I have seen it in pictures and in movies but I am sure it must be soothing to swiftly move on the waves along with water. The best part about them is the flowers they carry in those shikaras.Belonging to plains I have a strong liking for the variety of flowers which are there in Kashmir.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6u-ZsatbI/AAAAAAAAABk/K-awgKlqacI/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6u-ZsatbI/AAAAAAAAABk/K-awgKlqacI/s200/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075186217165436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-2738905192371415";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2650562941418339346-7476816538805393305?l=chhiyaishi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/feeds/7476816538805393305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2650562941418339346&amp;postID=7476816538805393305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7476816538805393305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2650562941418339346/posts/default/7476816538805393305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chhiyaishi.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-fascination-for-kashmir.html' title='My fascination for Kashmir'/><author><name>Chhiyaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315649150311776733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJmYB2yhF80/TpfGyg7f-4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/V8hzS3e5Kgo/s220/the-hands-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/Rm6r55satXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eoMU7fvdAFM/s72-c/SPRING.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650562941418339346.post-8829934395733395158</id><published>2007-05-22T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenery - so beautiful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RlQOZeXciyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xv5LTsFhih4/s1600-h/green.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067691311509572386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Beautiful Narkanda" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmUvca7Atv0/RlQOZeXciyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xv5LTsFhih4/s320/green.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling down my memories over past few years..I feel I have a fascination for colours but as I grew my choices started changing. I loved white - it seemed pure, black- it seemed to attract me, blue also became a colour when most of my outfits were all in blue shades. Lately I started liking orange and yellow..though very sober shades like pastel yellow. Pink as all take it..seemed cute always and also became one of my favourites. At one time I liked Maroon too and it represented grace to me. All changed with passage of time but my love for green never changed. I have loved this colour since always. I have loved nature, trees and green lawns. The shades of green in fields..when they are washed with rains..the beauty which heals all pains and wipes all troubles..this is the beauty of green. Lately I visited a place called Narkanda which was lush green with a variety of trees. The most surprising and amazing thing I saw was trees growing between snow laden rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The never to-be-forgotten beauty of greens is too vast to be abosrbed completely in one view of my eye. 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