<?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-7411667</id><updated>2011-10-24T07:07:45.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayari</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of sayings, poems &amp; shayaris for fun.&lt;BR&gt;

So fasten your seat belt... well, you know the rest. Hang on!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112992844739907630</id><published>2005-10-21T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:00:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dard</title><content type='html'>Seems like the &lt;a href="http://jaysujata.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-just-me.html"&gt;situation&lt;/a&gt; described by the popular Urdu couplet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hamein to apnon ne loota, Gairon me kahan dam tha,&lt;br /&gt;Meri kashti wahan doobi paani jahan kam tha&lt;/i&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;We were looted by our own; strangers did not have the power,&lt;br /&gt;My boat capsized where it was shallow&lt;/small&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now let me tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laakhoon hai har sahar mein, tu ek hi nahin &lt;br /&gt;Aakhir kaun bacha hai, insaan ki iss fitaraat se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana qatil ke vaar, jaise jhonke hawaa ke hai&lt;br /&gt;Darya-e-dil main tumare toofaan kiye hue,&lt;br /&gt;Dard iss duniya main sirf aapko nahi hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aur bhi hai jo dard ko roz jeete hai, aur marte hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par umeed ka daman yoon chootne na de, &lt;br /&gt;kaayam umeed hi se hai, duniya hai jis ka naam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wrote the one below, when I was feeling low &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;small&gt;inspired by a ghazal by Sahir Ludhianwi - "&lt;i&gt;Meri baat aur hai, maine to mohabbat ki hai&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/small&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tum mujhe na samajh sake, to ye haq hai tumko, &lt;br /&gt;Meri baat aur hai, maine to aapna maana hai tumhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere jazabat ki keemat kya hai &lt;br /&gt;Inn ulajhe se khyalat ki keemat kya hai &lt;br /&gt;In pareshan savalat ki keemat Kya hai &lt;br /&gt;Tum jo yeh bhi na batao to yeh haq hai tumko &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri baat aur hai, maine to aapna maana hai tumhe.&lt;br /&gt;Tum mujhe na samajh sake, to ye haq hai tumko.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112992844739907630?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112992844739907630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112992844739907630&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112992844739907630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112992844739907630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/10/dard.html' title='Dard'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112210046878677363</id><published>2005-07-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:34:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remix</title><content type='html'>I haven’t seen any of those so-called remix versions of the old melodious songs after I saw the much publicized remix of KAANTA LAGA and found it pathetic... So I just sometimes switch and may listen to such crap for a change, but prefer to listen to some real good music. I am a fan of the &lt;a href="http://www.indianoceanmusic.com/site/album_index.htm"&gt;Indian ocean band&lt;/a&gt; and am amazed how they totally did away with the media for publicity – just to emphasize the fact that they were confident of their own compositions (I guess) and didn’t have to rely on such cheap tricks. If you enjoy rock, you may also listen to the &lt;a href="http://www.parikrama.com/home.html"&gt;Parikrama band&lt;/a&gt;. But my all time favorite has always been the golden oldies – remember singers like Shamshad Begum, Noorjehan, Asha, Lata, Saigal, Manna Dey, Talat Mehmood, Mohd. Rafi, Mukesh, Kishore Kumar or the veteran composers like Burman, Naushad, Laxmikant-Pyarelal and Kalyanji-Anandji among the others that Psychohistorian mentioned at the end of his post. I guess another reason for these songs to be so enjoyable could be fact that the lyrics had some meaning attached thanks to the great lyricists like Anand Bakshi, Gulshan Bawra, Gulzaar, Javed Akhtar and Majrooh Sultanpuri. (just to name a few [:P])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also remember that Musicians do Versions of songs... and Remixes are something that DJs do (And everyone here will agree that DJs are not Musicians !!!!!)... and so I shall accept that what they did was right in their own senses and if you expected them to give you anything more than that, then I must say it was your fault [:P].&lt;br /&gt;(BTW for all the partying ppl back in India what choice do they have other then listening to remix pops in discos and pubs ?!). Though I must mention that I did enjoy Bally Sagoo (prolly the pioneer of remixes) works like the  remix of 'Chura liya...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also amazed that all these remix guys do, is take some popular songs, put in some semi-nude models, just put in some beats and lo-behold... we have a remixed song which everybody likes. They question the people must ask is 'Man, don't these guys have any respect for the original artists who have performed the song?' – but I guess the termed confused desi is not restricted to the American born desis anymore [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the legal side we need new laws to be passed that order record companies to obtain prior permission before releasing a remix album and to pay royalties due to the original composer and copyright holder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112210046878677363?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112210046878677363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112210046878677363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112210046878677363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112210046878677363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/07/remix.html' title='Remix'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112209784854168650</id><published>2005-07-22T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:53:45.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum hain is pal yahaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Kabhi kabhi hum ek doosre ko khokar bhi toh pyar ko ooncha darja dete hain. Judaa rehkar pyar ki oonchaaiyon ko praapt karte hain. Har pyar milan to nahin. Judaai bhi toh ek pyar hai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum hain is pal yahaan, jaane hon kal kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Hum milein na milein, hum rahein na rahein&lt;br /&gt;Rahegi sada yahaan, pyar ki yeh dastaan&lt;br /&gt;Sunenge sada jise, yeh zameen aasmaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang dhal jaate hain, din badal jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;Raatein so jaateen hain, raahein kho jaateen hain&lt;br /&gt;Pyar khotaa nahin, pyar sotaa nahin&lt;br /&gt;Pyar dhalta nahin, haan badalta nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum jahaan aaye hain, meherbaan saaye hain&lt;br /&gt;Hum yahaan khwaabon ke kaaravaan laaye hain&lt;br /&gt;Dhadkanein hain jawaan, gaa raha hai samaa&lt;br /&gt;Pighli pighli si hain, mehki tanhaaiyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum hain is pal yahaan, jaane hon kal kahaan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes even by losing each other we elevate the status of love. In separation we reach new heights of love. Every love doesn't end in being united. Separation is also a form of love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here at this moment, who knows what will happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Whether we meet or not, whether we live or not&lt;br /&gt;This love story will live on forever&lt;br /&gt;and be heard forever on earth and in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors fade, days change&lt;br /&gt;Nights end, paths get lost&lt;br /&gt;Love is never lost, love never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Love never ebbs, and never changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we have landed, the shadows are kind&lt;br /&gt;Here we have brought the caravan of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats are vibrant, the whole atmosphere is singing&lt;br /&gt;the very air melts with the fragrance of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here at this moment, who knows what will happen tomorrow&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://indiafm.com/musicreview/04/kisna/index.shtml"&gt;Kisna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112209784854168650?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bollywhat.com/forum/index.php?PHPSESSID=6a3a94e4a8b083026c9adfef59381ad7&amp;topic=6209.0' title='Hum hain is pal yahaan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112209784854168650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112209784854168650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112209784854168650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112209784854168650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/07/hum-hain-is-pal-yahaan.html' title='Hum hain is pal yahaan'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112209730858261001</id><published>2005-07-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:41:48.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translations</title><content type='html'>Nirbal se ladaai balwaan ki&lt;br /&gt;Ye kahaani hai diye ki aur toofaan ki&lt;br /&gt;Ik raat andhiyaari, thi dishaaye kaari-kaari&lt;br /&gt;Mand-mand pawan tha chal raha&lt;br /&gt;Andhiyaare ko mitaane, jag mein jyot jagaane&lt;br /&gt;Ek chhota sa diya tha kahi jal raha.....&lt;br /&gt;Kahi door tha toofaan, diye se tha balwaan&lt;br /&gt;Saare jag ko masalne machal raha&lt;br /&gt;Ek nanha sa diya, usne hamla kiya&lt;br /&gt;Ab dekho lila vidhi ke vidhaan ki...&lt;br /&gt;Duniya ne saath chhoda, mamta ne mukh moda&lt;br /&gt;Ab diye pe ye dukh padne laga&lt;br /&gt;Par himmat na haar, man mein marna vichaar&lt;br /&gt;Atyaachaar ki hawa se ladne laga...&lt;br /&gt;Ladte-ladte woh thaka, phir bhi bujh na saka&lt;br /&gt;Uski jyot mein tha bal re sachchaai ka....&lt;br /&gt;Sar patak-patak, pag jhatak-jhatak&lt;br /&gt;Na hata paaya diye ko apni aan se&lt;br /&gt;Baar-baar waar kar, ant mein haar kar&lt;br /&gt;Toofaan bhaaga re maidaan se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fight of the weak and poor, &lt;br /&gt;this story is of an oil lamp and a storm. &lt;br /&gt;On a dark night, when all paths were black, &lt;br /&gt;air was flowing slowly. &lt;br /&gt;To eliminate the darkness and to lighten the world,&lt;br /&gt;a small lamp was flashing somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere away was a storm, much stronger than lamp, &lt;br /&gt;who was desperate to destroy whole world. &lt;br /&gt;But the small lamp attacked the storm, &lt;br /&gt;now see what destiny had in store.&lt;br /&gt;Whole world and nears and dears left the lamp, &lt;br /&gt;and he was in deep sadness. &lt;br /&gt;But lamp never gave up, had do or die spirit, &lt;br /&gt;started fighting with storm of cruelity.&lt;br /&gt;While fighting he got tired, but never stopped flashing, &lt;br /&gt;as his light has power of truth. &lt;br /&gt;Storm tried his best &lt;br /&gt;but couldn’t make the lamp submit. &lt;br /&gt;He attacked many times,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end lost and ran away from the battle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;HR&gt;It was the time when I saw a few of my friends fall in love and even lose their love to someone and a few confessed that they felt that life sucks and without love there is no life. Then I heard this gem of Kishore Da, and listened to it again and again, to realize that love is not life, it is just a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan mitaana hai deewaapan,&lt;br /&gt;koi pyaar jeewan se pyaara nahin&lt;br /&gt;saare jahaan ki amaanat hai ye, &lt;br /&gt;ye jeewan tumhara tumhara nahin&lt;br /&gt;jeene ke laakhon sahaare yahaan, &lt;br /&gt;bas ek hi to sahaara nahin ...&lt;br /&gt;...kisi ke iraadon ki khaatir jiyo,&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke waadon ki khaatir jiyo&lt;br /&gt;hai yaadoon main jeena bhi to jindagi, &lt;br /&gt;jeena tumhe kyon gwaara nahin &lt;br /&gt;kaisi udaasi ye kaisa hai sog, &lt;br /&gt;jeewan main aate hain jaate hain log&lt;br /&gt;naya koi saathi mila rah main, &lt;br /&gt;use pyaar se kyon pukaara nahin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To waste life is madness, &lt;br /&gt;no love is more important than life. &lt;br /&gt;Your life belongs to the whole world, &lt;br /&gt;it is not just yours. &lt;br /&gt;There are lakhs of supports to live, not just love... &lt;br /&gt;... live for someone’s dreams, &lt;br /&gt;live for promises made to someone, &lt;br /&gt;even to live in memories is also living, &lt;br /&gt;then why don’t you want to live? &lt;br /&gt;For what is this sadness and tears,&lt;br /&gt;many people come and go in life, &lt;br /&gt;when you found a new companion in the journey of life, &lt;br /&gt;why didn’t you called her with love?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;HR&gt;This song inspired me that if one is sad, one should make others happy and their happiness will in turn make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum beshahaara ho to &lt;br /&gt;kisi ka sahaara bano&lt;br /&gt;tumko apne aap hi sahaara mil jaayega&lt;br /&gt;kashti koi doobti pahuncha do kinaare pe&lt;br /&gt;tumko apne aap hi kinaara mil jayega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...na basti main na veeraanon main&lt;br /&gt;na kheton main na khalihanon main&lt;br /&gt;na milta hai pyaar bazaaron main&lt;br /&gt;na bikta hai chain dukaanon main&lt;br /&gt;dhoondh rahe ho tum jisko,&lt;br /&gt;usko bahar mat dhoondho&lt;br /&gt;man ke andar dhoondho, &lt;br /&gt;preetam pyaara mil jaayega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you are without support, &lt;br /&gt;become support of someone else. &lt;br /&gt;you will automatically get the support.&lt;br /&gt;Take a drowning boat to shore, &lt;br /&gt;you will automatically get the shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...neither in crowds, nor in isolation, &lt;br /&gt;neither in fields, nor in farms,&lt;br /&gt;neither love is found in markets, &lt;br /&gt;nor satisfaction is found in markets.&lt;br /&gt;One that you are looking for, &lt;br /&gt;don’t search for it outside, &lt;br /&gt;find it in your soul &lt;br /&gt;and you will find your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112209730858261001?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112209730858261001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112209730858261001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112209730858261001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112209730858261001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/07/translations.html' title='Translations'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112165978249384081</id><published>2005-07-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:09:42.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chal akela</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Movie&lt;/u&gt;: Sambandh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singer&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.upperstall.com/people/mukesh.html"&gt;Mukesh&lt;/a&gt; [Full name: &lt;a href="http://www.singermukesh.com/articles.htm"&gt;Mukesh Chandra Mathur&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;chal akelaa, chal akelaa, chal akelaa&lt;br /&gt;teraa melaa peechhe chhootaa raahee chal akelaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hajaaro meel lanbe raasate, tuz ko bulaate&lt;br /&gt;yahaa dukhade sahane ke waasate tuz ko bulaate&lt;br /&gt;hai kaun saa wo insaan yahaa par jisane dukh naa zelaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teraa koee saath naa de to, too khud se pareet jod le&lt;br /&gt;bichhaunaa dharatee ko kar ke, are aakaash odh le&lt;br /&gt;yahaa pooraa khel abhee jeewan kaa toone kahaa hain khelaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Translation&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walk alone, walk alone, walk alone, &lt;br /&gt;all your nears and dears are left behind, passenger walk alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand miles long paths are calling you, &lt;br /&gt;to go there and suffer from all sadness . &lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who hasn’t suffered from pain and sadness in this world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nobody supports you, become support of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Make earth your bed and sky and your blanket. &lt;br /&gt;You still haven’t yet played the whole game of life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;HR&gt;I found this poem, while looking for the original lyrics, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/swapn/4524.html"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; who might have been probably inspired by this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal Akela Chal Akela&lt;br /&gt;Raah Tu Dekhta Hai Kiska&lt;br /&gt;Saath Tu Chahta Hai Kiska&lt;br /&gt;Apna Apna Sabka Rela&lt;br /&gt;Chal Akela Chal Akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab Tu Hansein&lt;br /&gt;Jag Hansein Tere Saath&lt;br /&gt;Jab Tu Roye&lt;br /&gt;Roye Tu Akela&lt;br /&gt;Har Dukh Jab Sehna Hai Akela&lt;br /&gt;Chal Akela Chal Akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jag Mein Aaya Tu Akela&lt;br /&gt;Is Jag Se Jaana Hai Akela&lt;br /&gt;Jab Aana Jaana Hai Akela&lt;br /&gt;Chal Akela Chal Akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mod Mile Koi Jo Apna&lt;br /&gt;Us Mod Tak Use Apnata Chal&lt;br /&gt;Nibhate Mod Se Mod Ka Har Rishta&lt;br /&gt;Chal Akela Chal Akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;Another composition that I came across was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high&lt;br /&gt;And don't be afraid for the dark&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the storm&lt;br /&gt;is a golden sky&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet silver sound of the lark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams be tossed and blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;With hope in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://songlyric.blogspot.com/2004/12/green-day-boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html"&gt;Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112165978249384081?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112165978249384081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112165978249384081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112165978249384081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112165978249384081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/07/chal-akela.html' title='chal akela'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110938223178318153</id><published>2005-02-25T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T08:28:18.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugalbandi on Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=79317047865500048"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt;: When do you plan to come to Texas – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=16652888715517922411"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;: Nahin Nahin, Abhi Nahin, Abhi Karo Intezaar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=79317047865500048"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt;: I still think of u somewhere in college station &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=16652888715517922411"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;: Kitne door, kitne paas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=79317047865500048"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt;: Dur ke dhol suhavne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=16652888715517922411"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;: aaila...&lt;br /&gt;thik hain... door hi sahin... jaisi aap ki maarzi !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEH DE AYE SCRAP, &lt;br /&gt;DOST SE - BEWAFA NA SAMJHE,&lt;br /&gt;NAZARO SE DOOR HAI&lt;br /&gt;PAR APNE YAARON SE JUDA NA SAMJHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=79317047865500048"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt;: Wah huzoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge, &lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge, &lt;br /&gt;Tere dar par sanam hazaar baar aayenge, &lt;br /&gt;Ghanti bajainge aur bhaag jayenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Itne darpok hain to kyon aayeinge,&lt;br /&gt;Hai himmat to saamne aap aayeinge,&lt;br /&gt;Dar par mard hai ya namard dekhna hum chaheinge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaji humse na takariye ga&lt;br /&gt;arre aayenge hum agar to din-dahaade aayenge;&lt;br /&gt;bajaa ke ghanti hum bhaagnewalon me se nahi;&lt;br /&gt;hum to badaa ghant hee lekar aayenge hey sanam!&lt;br /&gt;bajaayenge josh se poore jub talak jaroorat hogi;&lt;br /&gt;baandh denge dar par tere usse o sanam aur bhaag jaayenge !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akele nahi! Lekar saath tumhe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mard hum nahi yeh to saaf hai,&lt;br /&gt;Galti hue jo aap se maaf hai,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti ki khatir hi sab qabool,&lt;br /&gt;Lagta hai shayari mein dono hai mashgool !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Galti to kisi ki bhi nahi, &lt;br /&gt;Dil ko kyun gunah-gar maanein&lt;br /&gt;chaha to humne bhi tha woh kehna, &lt;br /&gt;jo baat aap ka dil bhi jaanein,&lt;br /&gt;kahte to hain "Galti hue jo aap se maaf hai", &lt;br /&gt;par kya ye sahin hai?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intezaar ke lamhe hoten hai muskil..&lt;br /&gt;Katein kaise din, yeh soch raha hai yeh dil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kaate nahi kat te yeh jalwe intzaar ke&lt;br /&gt;Nazare jamaye bethe hain, scrapbook pe aap ke,&lt;br /&gt;Dil ne kaha dekhe jo jalwe "sunshine" ke&lt;br /&gt;Laya hain kaun inhe palko se utaarke&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aap ke jalwe subhanallah,&lt;br /&gt;Adaayein aapki wallah re wallah,&lt;br /&gt;Ho sari duaen aapki manzoor,&lt;br /&gt;Inshallah..kehta hoon huzoor !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Controversial topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NO CONTROVERSIES... Just a flow of pure heart :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pehla to tamari aankho kaink THEEK laagi;&lt;br /&gt;Pachi saachu kahoon, Bahu BEEK laagi!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;small&gt;Gujarati&lt;/small&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;blushes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafta Rafta dekho aankh meri ladi hai&lt;br /&gt;Aaankh jis se lari hai woh meri maa se bhi badi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Umar ki baat karte hoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phulon se khoobsurat koi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Sagar se gahara koi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Aab aapki kya tarif karu...&lt;br /&gt;Dost me aap jaisa...&lt;br /&gt;Nalayak koi nahi! :P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulab no goto&lt;br /&gt;Janzari no zoto&lt;br /&gt;Jo tu mane pyaar karto hoy to mokal taro photo&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;small&gt;Gujarati&lt;/small&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamaari aa laheraati Julfo ne Kabu ma Rakho&lt;br /&gt;Lakho na Dil Ghayal Karya&lt;br /&gt;Tema Jaraa Tel To Naakho&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;small&gt;Gujarati&lt;/small&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;Don't post off the topic miss... I won't reply to the post on "Gulab no goto" as you have my photo :P&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julfo se yaad aaya - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuti hui kabar par khuli hui julfo se jab ek mehjabin roti hai,&lt;br /&gt;tab aksar ye khayal aata hai ki maut bhi kitni haseen hoti hai.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandni chaand se hoti hai, sitaron se nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Chandni chaand se hoti hai, sitaron se nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat ek se hoti hai, hazaaron se nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chandni agar chaand se hogi to sitaron ka kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;Chandni agar chaand se hogi to sitaron ka kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat agar ek se hogi to hazaron ka kya hoga.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab dekha unhone tirchhi nazar se,&lt;br /&gt;toh hum madhosh ho gaye,&lt;br /&gt;Par jab pata chala ki unki nazare hi tirchhi hai,&lt;br /&gt;toh hum behosh ho gaye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Teer-e-nazar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere photo ki roshni aisi hai ki&lt;br /&gt;har taraf "ujaala" nazar aata hai&lt;br /&gt;sochta hu ki ghar ki bijli katwa du&lt;br /&gt;kambaqt bill bohat aata hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julfo ne phir se mujhe ghera - &lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo haseeno ke baal hote hai,&lt;br /&gt;ladkon ko fassane ke jaal hote hai,&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kitno ke khoon piye honge inhone,&lt;br /&gt;tabhi to inke honth laal hote hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;The boss paged me and asked me to come and see him in the conference room and I was like - gai bhens pani mein - almost sure he was gonna fire me for being on the net the whole day and each day I was using more bandwidth than all other employees put together (as detected by the program that I just installed few days back to keep a check on my activity)...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he just offered me a new project to work on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladki kyon, na jane kyon, ladko si nahi hoti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseeno ne haseen banke gunaaah kiya,&lt;br /&gt;auro ko to theek humko bhi tabaah kiya,&lt;br /&gt;pesh kiya jab ghazaloN mein unki bewafaii ko,&lt;br /&gt;auro ne to theek unhone bhi waah waah kiya&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=8859634073979108283"&gt;Kuldip&lt;/a&gt; in Gujarati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doobta jeevan na tame swaas chho, kahu kem ke tame kaik 'khaas' chho. &lt;br /&gt;Tame phool nahi pan jamin par ugta ghaas chho, sachu kahu, tame ek moto Traas chho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu hase chhe jyare jyare, tyare tyare tara gaal ma khada padechhe. &lt;br /&gt;Hu vicharu chhu betho betho ke mara shivay aa khada ma ketla pade chhe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I totally agree with &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=8859634073979108283"&gt;Kuldip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering over the fact: &lt;em&gt;yeh ladki kyon, na jane kyon, ladko si nahi hoti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110938223178318153?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110938223178318153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110938223178318153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110938223178318153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110938223178318153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/02/jugalbandi-on-orkut.html' title='Jugalbandi on Orkut'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110937868667493740</id><published>2005-02-25T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:44:46.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>networking</title><content type='html'>Managed to get back in touch with old mates and that reminds me of those good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi khushi mein ek sher aarz kiya hain: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kabhi kisi ko muquamal jahan nahi milta..... &lt;br /&gt;kahin zameenn to kahin aasamaan nahi milta &lt;br /&gt;tere jahaan mein aisa nahi ki pyaar na ho .... &lt;br /&gt;jahan umeed ho iski wahan nahi milta... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110937868667493740?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110937868667493740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110937868667493740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110937868667493740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110937868667493740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2005/02/networking.html' title='networking'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110430994882104879</id><published>2004-12-29T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:46:32.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Just saw &lt;em&gt;Kuch Kuch Hota Hain&lt;/em&gt;, and felt like writing this down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maa! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;Maa! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;Maa! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa!&lt;br /&gt;Maa woh hain jo humko itna pyaar karti hain ki,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabhi hum khud uss pyaar ko samajh nahin pate.&lt;br /&gt;Maa woh hain jo humko ehasaas dilate hain ki hum kitne aache hian,&lt;br /&gt;humse accha aur koi hain hi nahin.&lt;br /&gt;Maa woh hain jiski khushi hamari hasi se hian,&lt;br /&gt;jiska dukh hamare dukh se hain.&lt;br /&gt;Maa woh hain jiske bina hum jee nahin sakte.&lt;br /&gt;Maa...&lt;br /&gt;Maa sab kuch hain&lt;br /&gt;Bas hamare paas hi nahin.&lt;br /&gt;Lekin hamare paas papa hain,&lt;br /&gt;aur woh bhi kafi acche hian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;Mother! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;Mother! [pause]&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother!&lt;br /&gt;Mother is the one who loves us so much that,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don’t understand her love.&lt;br /&gt;Mother is the one who makes us feel that we are very good,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no one better than us.&lt;br /&gt;Mother is the one whose happiness lies in our smile,&lt;br /&gt;and is sorrowful when we’re sad. &lt;br /&gt;Mother is the one, without whom we can’t survive.&lt;br /&gt;Mother...&lt;br /&gt;Mother is everything.  &lt;br /&gt;But, she is not with us.&lt;br /&gt;But, you’ve a papa,&lt;br /&gt;And he is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa ki mamta ke bhi kuch andaz hote hai&lt;br /&gt;jagti ankhon mein bhi kuch khawab hote hai&lt;br /&gt;zaruri nahi ki gum mein hi aansu nikle,&lt;br /&gt;muskurahte aakhon mein bhi sailaab hote hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110430994882104879?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110430994882104879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110430994882104879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110430994882104879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110430994882104879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/12/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110375189997824344</id><published>2004-12-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:44:59.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veer Zara</title><content type='html'>Main Qaidi No.786 Jail Ki Salakhon Se Baahir Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;Din, Mahiney, Saalon Ko Zat Main Badalte Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mitti Se Mere Baboji K Khaito Ki Khusbu Ati Hai &lt;br /&gt;Yeh Dhoop Mere Mathay Ki Thandi Chhaa Yaad DilaTi Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Baarish Mere Saavan Ki Jholoon K Sang Laati Hai &lt;br /&gt;Yeh Sardi Mere Lodi Ki Dil Ki Aag Sulagti Jaati Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehtay Hain Yeh Tera Des Nahi &lt;br /&gt;Phir Kyo Mere Des Jaisa Lagta Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehta Hai Mai Us Jaisa Nahi &lt;br /&gt;Phir Kyo Mujh Jaisa Woh Lagta Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Qaidi No.786 Jail Ki Salakhon Se Baahir Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;Sapno Ke Gaaon Se Utri Ek Nanni Pari Ko Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehti Hai Khud Ko Saamiya Aur Mujhko ~Navi~ Bulaati Hai &lt;br /&gt;Hai Bilkul Begani Par Apno Si Woh Lagti Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uski Sachi Baaton Se Phir Jeenay Ko Mann Karta Hai &lt;br /&gt;Uski Kasmo Waadon Se Kuch Karne Ka Mann Karta Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehtay Hain Ke Woh Koi Nahi Hai &lt;br /&gt;Phir Kyo Woh Mere Liye Dunaya Se Larti Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehtey Hain Main Us Jaisa Nahi &lt;br /&gt;Par Kyo Mujh Jaisa Woh Lagta Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Qaidi No.786 Jail Ki Salakhon Se Baahir Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;Apne Gaoon K Rangon Main Lipti Ek Nayi Zaara Ko Dekhta Hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere Khwabon Ko Poora Karti Khud K Khwaab Bhool Chuki Hai Woh &lt;br /&gt;Mere Logon Ki Saiwa Karte karte Apne Logo Ko Chor Chuki Hai Woh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uska Daaman Ab Khushiyon Se Bharne Ko Dil Karta Hai &lt;br /&gt;Uske Liye Ek Aur Zindagi Jeenay Ko Jee Karta Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehtay Hain Mera Des Uska Nahi &lt;br /&gt;Phir Kyo Mere Ghar Woh Rehti Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kehtay Hain Main Us Jaisa Nahi &lt;br /&gt;Phir Kyo Mujh Jaisi Woh Lagti Hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Qaidi No.786 Jail Ki Salakhon Se Baahir Dekhta Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parody for S/w engineers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Main ID number 786 cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon &lt;br /&gt;apni hi tarah khaali baithe ek colleague ko dekhta hoon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kabhi mail karta &lt;br /&gt;kabhi coffee peeta &lt;br /&gt;kabhi IM pe baat karta &lt;br /&gt;khidki se ladkiyan dekhta rehta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh kehte hain woh PL hai &lt;br /&gt;woh kehte hain woh senior hai &lt;br /&gt;fir kyon mere jaisa lagta hai &lt;br /&gt;kyon din bhar Fw: padhta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main ID number 786 cubicle ki dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon &lt;br /&gt;cabin me baithe apne PM ko dekhta hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi phone pe &lt;br /&gt;kabhi con-call pe &lt;br /&gt;gussa utarta jaane kis pe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who kehte hain project aane wala hai &lt;br /&gt;training complete karo , kaam aane wala hai &lt;br /&gt;fir kyon mujhe yeh jhootha sa lagta hai &lt;br /&gt;fir kyon yeh sapna sa lagta hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main ID number 786 cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon &lt;br /&gt;Doosri companiyon ko join kar chuke purane doston ko dekhta hoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh kehte hain bond ka kya hai, chale jao &lt;br /&gt;woh kehte hain kahin aur kismat aazmao &lt;br /&gt;fir kyon bond todne se dil darta hai &lt;br /&gt;abhi ek saal aur intezaar &lt;br /&gt;karne ko jee karta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main ID number 786 cubicle ke dewaron ke us paar dekhta hoon &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110375189997824344?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110375189997824344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110375189997824344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110375189997824344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110375189997824344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/12/veer-zara.html' title='Veer Zara'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-112316908431169339</id><published>2004-12-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:24:44.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar</title><content type='html'>Vo sikandar hi doston kehlaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari baazi ko jeetna jise aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoomke&lt;br /&gt;Dharti dolegi ye kadam choomke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey vo sikandar hi doston kehlaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari baazi ko jeetna jise aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoomke&lt;br /&gt;Dharti dolegi ye kadam choomke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo sab karte hain yaaron vo kyon hum tum karein&lt;br /&gt;Yoonhi kasrat karte karte kaahe ko hum marein&lt;br /&gt;Gharwaalon se teacher se bhala hum kyon darein&lt;br /&gt;Yahan ke hum sikandar&lt;br /&gt;Chaahein to rakh lein sab ko apni jeb ke andar&lt;br /&gt;Arre humse bachke rehna mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Nahin samjhe hai vo humein to kya jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari baazi ko jeetna humein aata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye galiyan apni ye raste apne kaun aayega apne aage&lt;br /&gt;Hey raahon mein humse takrayega jo hat jayega vo ghabraake&lt;br /&gt;Yahan ke hum sikandar&lt;br /&gt;Chaahein to rakh lein sab ko apni jeb ke andar&lt;br /&gt;Arre humse bachke rehna mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Nahin samjhe hai vo humein to kya jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari baazi ko jeetna humein aata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye bholi bhaali matwaali pariyan jo hain ab daulat pe qurbaan&lt;br /&gt;Jab keemat dil ki ye samjhengi to humpe chhidkengi apni jaan&lt;br /&gt;Yahan ke hum sikandar&lt;br /&gt;Chaahein to rakh lein sab ko apni jeb ke andar&lt;br /&gt;Arre hum bhi hain shehzaade gulbaag&lt;br /&gt;Nahin samjhe hai vo humein to kya jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari baazi ko jeetna humein aata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoomke&lt;br /&gt;Dharti dolegi ye kadam choomke&lt;br /&gt;Hey niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoomke&lt;br /&gt;Dharti dolegi ye kadam choomke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahin samjhe hai vo humein to kya jaata hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winning is not everything, its the only thing!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-112316908431169339?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hindilyrix.com/songs/get_song_Rooth%20ke%20humse%20kahin%20jab%20chale%20jaoge%20tum.html' title='Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/112316908431169339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=112316908431169339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112316908431169339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/112316908431169339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/12/jo-jeeta-wahi-sikandar.html' title='Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110269561793609385</id><published>2004-12-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:48:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gum-e-zindagi</title><content type='html'>ZINDAGI KI RAAHON MEIN AISE MOD BHI AATE HAIN &lt;br /&gt;SAAWAN KE SAATH-SAATH YEHAN PATJAD BHI AATE HAIN &lt;br /&gt;AASUWON KE SAAGAR MEIN MOTI BHI MILTHE HAIN &lt;br /&gt;JO UNHE DOOND LETE HAIN, WAHI ZINDAGI JEE LETE HAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GUM KE BAAZAR MEIN DHONDNE NIKLE KHUSHIYO KI DUNKAN&lt;br /&gt;MAGAR JAB KHUSHIYA MILI&lt;br /&gt;TO LAGA GUM MEIN JEENA THA AASAN &lt;small&gt;- [&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=79317047865500048"&gt;Sujata Jayawant&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot to add to this series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOH KEHTE HAIN HUME AADAT HAI MUSKURANE KI.... &lt;br /&gt;PAR WOH KYA JANE KI YEH BHI EK ADA HAI GHUM BHULANE KI ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[par aaj kal kuch alag hi mausam hain yahan]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazbaaton ka samandar roke nahi rukta....&lt;br /&gt;Sambhalne se dil hamara bhi nahi samhbalta. &lt;br /&gt;Ati nahi hume shayari... magar eye Ghalib, &lt;br /&gt;jazbaaton peh zor kisi ka nahi chalta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kabhi kisi ko muquamal jahan nahi milta.....&lt;br /&gt;kahin zameenn to kahin aasamaan nahi milta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jisse bhi dekhiye woh apne aap mein gumm hai&lt;br /&gt;zubaan milli hai magar hum-zubaan nahi milta&lt;br /&gt;bhuja sakka hai bala kaun waqt ke sholey&lt;br /&gt;yeh aisi aag hai jismein duan nahi milta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere jahaan mein aisa nahi ki pyaar na ho ....&lt;br /&gt;jahan umeed ho iski wahan nahi milta...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110135206621233357</id><published>2004-11-24T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:38:14.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aab control nahi hota...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bojh woh sar se gira hai ke uthaye na bane&lt;br /&gt;Kaam woh aan para hai ke banaaye na bane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nazaakat ka bura ho woh bhale hain to kya&lt;br /&gt;Haath aawen to unhen haath lagaaye na bane !!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;small&gt;- [Ghalib]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waqt mile to baat karna... kahin hame yeh kehna na pade&lt;br /&gt;itni mahnat karke hum aate hai milne unse&lt;br /&gt;woh hai ki kehte hai unse aate na bane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahin aaisa na hoon ki&lt;br /&gt;baat ban jaaye kuchh aise ki banaaye na bane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dosti karo to dhoka mat dena,&lt;br /&gt;yu aasuon ka tohfa mat dena,&lt;br /&gt;arre aise galtiyon ko kabhi maaf kar dena,&lt;br /&gt;warna hame hi bhola dena,&lt;br /&gt;dil se roye koi zindagi bhar,&lt;br /&gt;aisa kisi ko mauka mat dena.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu kal chala jayega to main kya karunga, &lt;br /&gt;tu yaad bahut ayega to main kya karunga... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave tommorrow, then what will I do, &lt;br /&gt;when I miss you, then what will I do... [from the movie NAAM]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sham ki tanhai mein kho na jaana, &lt;br /&gt;kisi ki masti mein doob na janaa, &lt;br /&gt;milengi zarur manzilein tumhe, &lt;br /&gt;unhe pakar hum jaise doston ko bhool na jana.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ik guzarish hai bas itna kijiye &lt;br /&gt;Kabhi fursat ho to aayaa kijiye &lt;br /&gt;Ham bhi dekhen apni nazron ka ma-all &lt;br /&gt;Ho sake to hamse parda kijiye &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Log iska na galat matlab lein' &lt;br /&gt;Ajnabiyat se na dekha kijiye &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Khudko apni aankho se dekha to hai &lt;br /&gt;Ab meri aankho se dekha kijiye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110135206621233357?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110135206621233357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110135206621233357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110135206621233357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110135206621233357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/11/aab-control-nahi-hota.html' title='Aab control nahi hota...'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110014945714105691</id><published>2004-11-10T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:04:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a selfish crowd </title><content type='html'>Remember those times, laughter &amp; joy&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad, and makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;when there was no one, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;we shared, our sadness and glee&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and watch you go away&lt;br /&gt;I wonder you looked for me, since that day&lt;br /&gt;where i was, still here I am&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you, they call me insane&lt;br /&gt;I watched you go, to a crowd unknown&lt;br /&gt;my eyes wet, my grief grown&lt;br /&gt;I lost your sight, YOU, i couldnt find&lt;br /&gt;you should have looked for the one, u left behind&lt;br /&gt;A friend who made me happy and made me proud&lt;br /&gt;Was easily lost in a selfish crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by &lt;a href="http://pr0digi0u5.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-in-selfish-crowd.html"&gt;pr0digi0u5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110014945714105691?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110014945714105691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110014945714105691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014945714105691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014945714105691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost-in-selfish-crowd.html' title='Lost in a selfish crowd '/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110014889779343923</id><published>2004-11-10T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:54:57.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek Ko Bhi Mein Yaad Na Aya</title><content type='html'>aj mail box dekha to khali paya &lt;br /&gt;socha ki mere itne dosto mein se,&lt;br /&gt;ek ko bhi mein aj yaad na aya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;wahin par tumhara ek purana patr paya,&lt;br /&gt;patr padkar sanmjha na aya,&lt;br /&gt;ki hamne tumsa ek kamina dost paya, &lt;br /&gt;ek ko bhi mein aj yaad na aya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;aj ke din ne hame bahut dukhaya,&lt;br /&gt;kyunki mein samjh na paya,&lt;br /&gt;ki kya meine khoya kya meine paya,&lt;br /&gt;ek ko bhi mein aj yaad na aya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;Salo kuto kamino kabhi to yaad karo,&lt;br /&gt;phone nahin to mail to karo,&lt;br /&gt;itna bhi nahin kar sakte to atlest,&lt;br /&gt;apne dil mein thoda yaad karo.&lt;br /&gt;nahin to hum sirf itna khe sakte hai ki......&lt;br /&gt;ek ko bhi mein aj yaad na aya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;- by &lt;a href="http://freindz.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Devesh Sachar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110014889779343923?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110014889779343923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110014889779343923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014889779343923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014889779343923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/11/ek-ko-bhi-mein-yaad-na-aya.html' title='Ek Ko Bhi Mein Yaad Na Aya'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-110014888915146992</id><published>2004-11-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:54:49.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanhayi</title><content type='html'>akle bethe soch rahe,&lt;br /&gt;tanhyai ka arth tattol rahe hai&lt;br /&gt;ki tanhayi mein jeewan kya hai &lt;br /&gt;tanhayi ka kya arth&lt;br /&gt;tanha jeewan wyarth hai.&lt;br /&gt;tanha rhena nirarth hai&lt;br /&gt;samjha nahi pa rahe hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanhayi ke sath jine ka maja kuch or hai &lt;br /&gt;socho to apne ko janane mein samarth hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanha rhena apne mein ek kala hai&lt;br /&gt;dost-dosti,rishte -nato mein se &lt;br /&gt;pare samjhne ka who pal hai&lt;br /&gt;jo kam hi ata hai or phir&lt;br /&gt;hamien kuch jatla kar &lt;br /&gt;chal jata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanhayi ka maatlab samjho&lt;br /&gt;tanhayi mein rhena sikho &lt;br /&gt;tanhayi se tum milkar dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanhayi koi bhoot nahin hai &lt;br /&gt;tanhayi achoot nahin hai&lt;br /&gt;aksar tumne socha hoga &lt;br /&gt;aksar tumne jana hoga &lt;br /&gt;ki tanha rhene se tumne&lt;br /&gt;apne ap ko phechana hoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by &lt;a href="http://freindz.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Devesh Sachar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-110014888915146992?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/110014888915146992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=110014888915146992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014888915146992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/110014888915146992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/11/tanhayi.html' title='Tanhayi'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-109980111015339110</id><published>2004-11-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:18:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain myself the method behind the madness,&lt;br /&gt;I share the secret workings of my mind, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; the logic behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;And they laugh, and cut me off,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; and say I'm weird or silly, or on crack.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I like to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But inside, I'm just another person.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a bit more dramatic, but my feelings are valid,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; equal to yours, and affect me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dismissed, written off, ignored,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;I hurt. I suffer the emotional equivalent of a heart attack every day. &lt;br /&gt;Often more than once!&lt;br /&gt;But does anyone take me seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Why should they?&lt;br /&gt;The clown mask has been affixed too tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-109980111015339110?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/109980111015339110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=109980111015339110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109980111015339110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109980111015339110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/11/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-109779810753386062</id><published>2004-10-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:55:07.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>Hatha me hath milake,&lt;br /&gt;Hatha me hath milake,&lt;br /&gt;anguthi churake chali gayi,&lt;br /&gt;abhi gale milne ko aari,&lt;br /&gt;kya karati ki kya ki......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;chay pine ko aake,&lt;br /&gt;chay pine ko aake,&lt;br /&gt;soccer churake chali gayi,&lt;br /&gt;abhi full meals ko aari,&lt;br /&gt;kya karati ki kya ki........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pahalich mulakat me ,&lt;br /&gt;pahalich mulakat me ,&lt;br /&gt;five star me chuna lagai,&lt;br /&gt;abhi date pe leke jao bolari,&lt;br /&gt;kya karati ki kya ki..........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sagai sagai bolake,&lt;br /&gt;sagai saagi bolake,&lt;br /&gt;puri shopping karali,&lt;br /&gt;abhi shadi shadi bolari&lt;br /&gt;kya karati ki kya ki.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.echarcha.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=11015"&gt;Hyderabadi Baatein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--http://www.fullhyd.com/discussions/viewtopic.php?t=16743--also to be visited--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-109779810753386062?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/109779810753386062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=109779810753386062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109779810753386062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109779810753386062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-hyderabad.html' title='From Hyderabad'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-109779866611846817</id><published>2004-10-12T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:32:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIANS</title><content type='html'>This time again its not a shayari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamils are always proud  to be Tamizhs; Pretty courteous (that is what they think, at least!). They  speak yenglish but sorry, no indi (Hindi) saar...what da??.The more common Madarasi  (chennaisi..., now?) is an ardent fan of  kireeket matches.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Their counterparts in Bombay think they  live in America but speak Hinglish like ...are you sure ki Sujata aa rahi hai  ya Ill go akela!" And they take great pride in making stupid mistakes in  Hindi Grammar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thamizhs, are verrry lecky to have "simble" neighbours in the "keralites" who  are a komblex race of peoblle (they migrated around 2000 B.C. from the middle  east, I guess; and now even the Sheikhs feel wary of them) but they eat a lot of chooclyte and own 99.998765% of chai shops there and form 99.89% of nursing community.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not far behind the kerals is the telugu desam, who are totally againesht flaunting their wealthu  to the woruldu, though they occasionally come out withu brick red shirtsu and  parrot green pantsu with pleetsu (pleat). Worustu,no?! But they (think) are greatu in CICSu, Microsu and COBOLu! Generally sane peoplesu (and so you can always findu them judgingu, probhingu, queschioningu othersu  ....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Canadians, excuse me, the Kannadigas aor (are) the coolest dobun south but if there is political unrest in Hersogovnia oare (or) an ebola virus outbreak in Zaire, Cauvery   very bad! When it comes to Rajkumar (actor), if a fly sits on his nose, they'll burn the entire city of Bengaloroo to kill the fly! To hell with Silicon Valley! I-ron, firshtu, girlu, Lasht Bussu, roadu, crickeatu, filamu are some of their favourites.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maharashtrians are a conservative, confused, complex lot-kar. -Kar, that is because gavasakar,  tendulkar, bahulkar,.. confused that is because sitting in southern part of  India they would ask the other person "are you from Maharashtra or from south  India..?" and genuinely wonder why the other person takes some time to answer  the question. They like the principles of pheejix and their favourite character in the alphabet is Zay (god knows where that came from). Although soft, peace loving people but they elect the Shivsena to rule them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And right there next to the Maharashtrians are the  Gujjubhais. They like to keep kes in the benk and their favourite past time is eating snakes (snacks) like paav bhaji, masala papad and pijja at the local snake bar. They gobble down palak sev like their life depends on it and believe in the brotherhood and sisterhood of man and woman (everybody is a bhai or a ben).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you go further eesht, the land uf Udissa - the land of iron ("r" unsilent) where sombalpuroa and Bhubaneshbara are big towns. The people are bery cordial and if you are Vikram they bill soorly ask your name starts from B or Bhe. They do not sout, sam or soot but occasnally bawsh their phace at the wasbashin. James Bond Mohanty in our colleze had a roll nomber jero, jero, sebhen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengalees are bery bery similor, but or bery proud  oph Subas Chondro Boash and Shoatyojit Roy (I used to know a director by name  Satyajit Ray who was also pretty good) and eberybody is X da. I used to  habe a friend by name. Dada. Bonder...neber mind. Bot I most conphess,  Roshgollas are bery goooood, tho!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bihari kids are supposed to be the smartest kids in India (if not in the universe!). How we wish they grow up the same way,...but... And Biharees are bery phond of  Laloo and Ranchi, isse bhadiya tumre pass koochi hai kaa?! spit  spit...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UPites and MPites are busy going to ischool and  istudying metals to make lots of ishteel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Punjabis are very sweet and aggressive and offer Rotti Shotti Khayega! to which I once  replied No. He said Tage itu, yaar! By Godu!, what happenedu, oi?!.  Then of course, everybodys a paappe or a kaakke. Thats Pnjab for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And Kashmir (called Cashmir by many, may be because of the amount of cash spent to keep it in India)?!? I know Roja (or Roza?)was  shot (I mean filmed) somewhere nearby...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But at the  end of the day, wherever you are in the world, whether it is in Sunnyvale,  CA; Birmingham, UK; UmmAl Quwain, UAE or Serangoon Road, Singapore, ask them  who they are and you'll get just one answer ---&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "INDIANS"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL HUM SAAB EK HAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-109779866611846817?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/109779866611846817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=109779866611846817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109779866611846817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109779866611846817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/10/indians.html' title='INDIANS'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-109780023039861810</id><published>2004-10-10T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:30:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia (ADs on TV)</title><content type='html'>I will interrupt the lack of activity here... but I am a little busy to think or read new shayaris these days... Hope you can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rukavat Ke Liye Khed Hai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sabhi bacchon apne dant dikhao...&lt;br /&gt;arre Raju tumhare daat to motiyo jaise chamak rahe he&lt;br /&gt;Kyon na ho masterji…&lt;br /&gt;…mein dabur ka lal dunt manjan jo istimal karta hoo..&lt;br /&gt;daato ki kare hifajat... moti sa chamkaye&lt;br /&gt;dabur lal dunt manjan se... mukhada khil khil jaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jindagi jineke liye..sari duniya mere liye&lt;br /&gt;Saasoon mein zinda dil tazagi,&lt;br /&gt;har pal hain mere liye.. (Close Up/ pepsodent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Since bandar chap kala dant manjan and Daatuun are not tooth pastes, I use Khol-gate or sometimes peep-so-dent (Dhishum-Dhishum).) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Jab main chhota bachcha tha ..&lt;br /&gt;: Badi shararat karta tha ...&lt;br /&gt;: Meri chori Pakdi jati .&lt;br /&gt;: Jab bhi roshani karta Bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;: rang hari jawani thi&lt;br /&gt;: ek raja aur ek rani thi&lt;br /&gt;: raja rani pakde jaate&lt;br /&gt;: jab bhi roshni karta bajaj&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;: ab main bilkul buddha hoon&lt;br /&gt;: goli khakar jeeta hoon&lt;br /&gt;: lekin aaj bhi ghar ke andar&lt;br /&gt;: roshani deta bajaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Buland bharat ki buland tasveer… Hamara bajaj &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicco turmeric nahi cosmetic...&lt;br /&gt;keel muhasaon ko jad se mitaye;&lt;br /&gt;haldi aur chandan ke gun is me samaye...&lt;br /&gt;thwacha ki raksha kare antiseptic cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or was it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream;&lt;br /&gt;twacha ki raksha kare antispetic cream;&lt;br /&gt;roop ko sanware nikhare har pal;&lt;br /&gt;haldi aur chandan ka anokha sangam;&lt;br /&gt;vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicco turmeric nahi cosmetic&lt;br /&gt;vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Khusbhudar Antiseptic cream Borolin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shaadi Aur Tumse..Kabhi Nahin&lt;br /&gt;*Puts Pan Pasand in her mouth*,&lt;br /&gt;Shaadi… Aur Tumse…, Kabhi Nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How about some of the detergents that almost (brain)washed us into their efficacy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uski saree meri saree se safed kyon?" Surf&lt;br /&gt;"baar, baar, lagaataar; jheel ki surakksha" Jheel &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Wasing powder nirma, washing powder nirma&lt;br /&gt;: doodh si safai nirma se aye&lt;br /&gt;: rageen kapde bhi khil khil jayen&lt;br /&gt;: sabki pasand nirma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were others for Rin, Hippolin and countless others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ok sabun she nahayee kamal sa khil jaye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[But the fun was this guy is supposedly applyiing soap around his tummy area and looks down and says: Sachmuch kaafi bada hi - OK Saabun ;-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lifebuoy Yeh Jahan Tandroosti Hai Vahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bharat dabholkar is god! the amul ads were alsway too good..&lt;br /&gt;remember that cartoon advertisment..&lt;br /&gt;utterly butterly delicious... aammmuuul :D&lt;br /&gt;"for someone you love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo biwi se kare pyar, woh prestige se kaise kare inkaar... &lt;br /&gt;with ravi baswani as the troubled husband.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bhai ek PSPO do na...&lt;br /&gt;Ye PSPO kya hai bhaisaab?&lt;br /&gt;Oye..tu PSPO nahi jaanta?&lt;br /&gt;PSPO nahi janta?&lt;br /&gt;Ye PSPO nahi janta..&lt;br /&gt;Ye PSPO nahi janta.......&lt;br /&gt;Main to majak kar raha tha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sard dard...haan..naak bhi band..haan bhai haan..to sardi ki goli kyun le rahe ho..ye lo naya Vicks action 500..sar dard aur sardi dono ke liye sahi dawa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oye Oye, Oye oye... &lt;br /&gt;Khujhli karene waale B-tex lagaale; &lt;br /&gt;B-tex lagake tu apni, &lt;br /&gt;Daad khaaj khujli mitaade... &lt;br /&gt;Oye oye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh aah ouch - iodex (This was a code among our friends w.r.t good looking gals :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;zandu balm zandu balm peda hari baam; sardi sar dard pedha ko pal mein dur kare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeh Bechhara Kaam Ke BhoJ Ke Mara, Inhein ChaHiye Hamdard Ka Shinkara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thodi thodi bhari thodi thodi halki; &lt;br /&gt;apnayein khushi her pal ki;&lt;br /&gt;Cadburys Perks kabhi bhi kahin bhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cadburys ad in which the guy hits a six and this girl comes dancing ekdum khullam khulla on the pitch and the dance is really peculiar (that was jara hatke... )&lt;br /&gt;Tagline: kuch baat hai hum sabhi mein..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: arre beta tum yahan kar rahe ho..chalo ghar chalo (The kiddo is waiting at railway station)&lt;br /&gt;: Kiddo: Sab mujhe gussa karte hi… Main ghar chodke jaa raha hu&lt;br /&gt;: Are mummy ne to jalebi banayi hai&lt;br /&gt;: Kiddo: Jaleeebbbiii...Jana to hai par... kabhi aur (Dhara Ghee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-I am a Complan boy…, I am a complan girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh Doodh ...&lt;br /&gt;:doodh doodh hai wonderful doodh&lt;br /&gt;:pi sakte hain roz glassfull doodh doodh&lt;br /&gt;:doodh doodh - wonderful doodh!!&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:Doodh hai wonderful in every season&lt;br /&gt;:Piyo doodh for Healthy reason&lt;br /&gt;:Garmi mein dalo dudh mein Ice&lt;br /&gt;:doodh ban gaya very nice&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:charo aur mach gaya shor&lt;br /&gt;:Give me MORE Give me MORE&lt;br /&gt;:gimme gimme gimme MORE&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:Piyo doodh subah aur sham&lt;br /&gt;:-------------------&lt;br /&gt;:rahoge tum fit and fine&lt;br /&gt;:jiyoge past Ninty-Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSUED IN PUBLIC INTEREST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-109780023039861810?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/109780023039861810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=109780023039861810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109780023039861810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109780023039861810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/10/nostalgia-ads-on-tv.html' title='Nostalgia (ADs on TV)'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-109111872280454628</id><published>2004-07-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:35:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ek anjani si</title><content type='html'>      Today was browsing over a site and came across this shayari which I simply had to share:&lt;blockquote&gt;Aankho ki zooban woo samajh nahi paate,&lt;br /&gt;honth hain magar hum kuch kah nahi paate.&lt;br /&gt;Apni bebasi kis tarah kahe,&lt;br /&gt;koi hai jis ke bina hum rah nahi paate.&lt;/blockquote&gt; The source is anonymous, but the shayari is beautiful. I will try my hand at a translation, but can't promise to do it justice:&lt;blockquote&gt;She doesn't understand the language of the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I have lips but I can't seem to be able to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;How do I speak of my helplessness,&lt;br /&gt;that there is someone I can't live without.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Its a good one. I really wonder who has the time as well as the depth of emotion to come up with such beautiful ones? A thought to be debated upon another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;[edited on 29th]&lt;blockquote&gt;dil gumsum zubaan khamosh,&lt;br /&gt;ye aakhen aaj num kyu hain?&lt;br /&gt;Jinhe kabhi paaya hi na tha,&lt;br /&gt;unhe aaj khone ka gum kyu hai?&lt;/blockquote&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-109111872280454628?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/109111872280454628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=109111872280454628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109111872280454628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/109111872280454628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/07/ek-anjani-si.html' title='ek anjani si'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-108914724001540398</id><published>2004-07-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T14:08:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u", I love "u". &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't get excited, I love other alphabets too...v, w, x, y, z ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite I lay in bed, looking at the stars, the beautiful sky and the endless horizon.... and suddenly I thought... where the hell is my roof? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me 2 remind U about reminding me to send U this reminder that reminds me of reminding U that U never have to remind me 2 remember U, I ALWAYS DO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the earth, God created the woods, God created you too, but yes, even God makes mistakes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - U'r Attractive &lt;br /&gt;B - U'r D Best &lt;br /&gt;C - U'r Cute &lt;br /&gt;D - U'r Dear 2 me &lt;br /&gt;E - U'r Excellent &lt;br /&gt;F - U'r Funny &lt;br /&gt;G - U'r Gud Looking &lt;br /&gt;H - He He He &lt;br /&gt;I - I'm &lt;br /&gt;J - Just &lt;br /&gt;K - Kidding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-108914724001540398?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/108914724001540398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=108914724001540398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108914724001540398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108914724001540398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/07/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-108827258927607562</id><published>2004-06-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:01:30.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaarana</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Har dil fariyad nahi karta,&lt;br /&gt;Har koi kisiko yaad nahi karta;&lt;br /&gt;Hum bhule tumhe ek palke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Is baat pe dil aetbar nahi karta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u hi tanhaiyoo mein hum dil ko saza dete hai,&lt;br /&gt;naam tera likhte hai aur likh kar mita dete hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hamen apne dil men basaye rakhna, &lt;br /&gt;Hamari yadon ke chirag jalaye rakhna;&lt;br /&gt;Bahut lamba hai safar zindagi ka mere dost, &lt;br /&gt;Ek hissa hamen bhi banaye rakhna!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. dil ki galiyon mein koi gam naho, &lt;br /&gt;hamari yeh dosti kabhi kam na ho, &lt;br /&gt;bas yahi hai dua ki tum khush raho, &lt;br /&gt;kya pata hum "kal ho na ho "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzre hue zamane ki yaad ati hai ... &lt;br /&gt;Kuch lamho se ankhen bhar ati hai ...&lt;br /&gt;woh subah rangeen woh sham nirali,&lt;br /&gt;Jab aap jaise dost ki yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab dosti ki dastaan waqt sunayega, &lt;br /&gt;hum ko bhi koi shaks yaad ayega,&lt;br /&gt;tab bhool jayenge zindagi ke gamon ko, &lt;br /&gt;jab AAp ke saath guzra waqt yaad ayega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti ke na jane kya dastur hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;jinhe hum chate hain, wo hi hum se dur hote hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaman me bahar rahe to phool khilthe rahenge, &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi bakhi rahe to hum milte rahenge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chehre pe haseen chaa jati hai, &lt;br /&gt;Aankhon main suroor aaa jata hai, &lt;br /&gt;Jab tum mujhe apna kahte ho, &lt;br /&gt;Apne pe ghuroor aa jata hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad karke tujhko-e-dost&lt;br /&gt; har khushi kam lagti hai ,&lt;br /&gt;honthon par hansi hai &lt;br /&gt; par aankhen num lagti hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad karte hai yaaron ko,&lt;br /&gt;yaadon se dil bhar aata hai.&lt;br /&gt;kabhi saath raha karte the sab,&lt;br /&gt;aaj milne ko dil taras jata hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dost, Dost nahin, khuda hota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Mehsoos tab hota hai jab woh juda hota hai, &lt;br /&gt;Bin dost ke jeena ek saaya hota hai &lt;br /&gt;Aur dost tum jaisa ho to jeena ek mazaa hota hai !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-108827258927607562?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/108827258927607562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=108827258927607562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108827258927607562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108827258927607562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/06/yaarana.html' title='yaarana'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-108801747302364371</id><published>2004-06-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:04:33.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silsila</title><content type='html'>Here is a parody on tune with 'Main aur meri tanhai' from Silsila !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main Aur mera roommate&lt;br /&gt;aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Ghar saaf hota to kaisa hota&lt;br /&gt;Main kitchen saaf karta,tum bathrooom dhote&lt;br /&gt;main hall saaf karta, tum balcony dekhte&lt;br /&gt;Log is baat pe hairaan hote&lt;br /&gt;aur us baat pe haste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main aur mera roommate,&lt;br /&gt;aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh hara bhara sink hai&lt;br /&gt;ya bartanon ki jang chidi hui hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh colour full kitchen hai&lt;br /&gt;ya masalon se holi kheli hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai farsh ki nayi design&lt;br /&gt;ya doodh,beer se dhuli hui hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh cellphone hai ya dhakkan,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping bag ya kisika aanchal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye airfreshner ka naya flavour hai,&lt;br /&gt;ya trash bag se ati badboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahut&lt;br /&gt;ke heater phirse kharab hua hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh sonchta hain roommate kab se gum sum -&lt;br /&gt;Ke jab ke usko bhi yeh khabar hai&lt;br /&gt;Ke machar nahi hai, kaheen nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;magar uska dil hai ke kah raha hai&lt;br /&gt;machar yaheen hai, yaheen kaheen hai !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toand ( pet ) ki ye haalat, meri bhi hai, uski bhi,&lt;br /&gt;dil mein ek tasvir idhar bhi hai, udhar bhi&lt;br /&gt;Karne ko bohot kuch hai magar kab kare hum&lt;br /&gt;Kab tak yoon hi is tarah rahe hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil kahta hai Wal-Mart se koi vaccum cleaner la de&lt;br /&gt;ye Carpet jo jine ko zoonz raha hai, fikwa de&lt;br /&gt;Hum saaf rahe sakte hai, logon ko bata dain,&lt;br /&gt;Haan hum roommates hai - roommates hai – roommates hai&lt;br /&gt;Ab dil main yehi baaaat, idhar bhi hai udhar bhi......&lt;br /&gt;Main Aur mera roommate.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-108801747302364371?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/108801747302364371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=108801747302364371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801747302364371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801747302364371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/06/silsila.html' title='Silsila'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-108801729282714063</id><published>2004-06-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:01:32.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said</title><content type='html'>If you understand, say "understand".&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand, say "don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;But if you understand and say "don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;How do I understand that you understand? Understand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought a thought.&lt;br /&gt;But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought.&lt;br /&gt;If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS ON THE SEA SHORE ,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE SEA SHELLS THAT SHE SELLS,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SEA SHORE ARE NOT THE REAL ONES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one doctor doctors another doctor does the doctor who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does the doctor doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cans can a canner can, if a canner can can cans?&lt;br /&gt;A canner can can as many cans as a canner can, if a canner can can cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a doctor falls ill another doctor doctor's the doctor. Does the doctor doctoring the doctor doctor the doctor in his own way or does the doctor doctoring the doctor doctors the doctor in the doctor's way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;wheres the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie a knot, tie a knot.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a tight, tight knot.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a knot in the shape of a nought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Button bought a buttered biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;did Billy Button buy a buttered biscuit?&lt;br /&gt;If Billy Button bought a buttered biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;Where's the buttered biscuit Billy Button bought ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan swam over the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Swim, swan, swim!&lt;br /&gt;Swan swam back again&lt;br /&gt;Well swum, swan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tudor who tooted a flute&lt;br /&gt;tried to tutor two tooters to toot.&lt;br /&gt;Said the two to their tutor,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it harder to toot&lt;br /&gt;or to tutor two tooters to toot?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot bear to see a bear&lt;br /&gt;Bear down upon a hare.&lt;br /&gt;When bare of hair he strips the hare,&lt;br /&gt;Right there I cry, "Forbear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree toad loved a she-toad&lt;br /&gt;Who lived up in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;He was a two-toed tree toad&lt;br /&gt;But a three-toed toad was she.&lt;br /&gt;The two-toed tree toad tried to win&lt;br /&gt;The three-toed she-toad's heart,&lt;br /&gt;For the two-toed tree toad loved the ground&lt;br /&gt;That the three-toed tree toad trod.&lt;br /&gt;But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't please her whim.&lt;br /&gt;From her tree toad bower&lt;br /&gt;With her three-toed power&lt;br /&gt;The she-toad vetoed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep.&lt;br /&gt;The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed&lt;br /&gt;shilly-shallied south.&lt;br /&gt;These sheep shouldn't sleep in a shack;&lt;br /&gt;sheep should sleep in a shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've no need to light a night-light&lt;br /&gt;On a light night like tonight,&lt;br /&gt;For a night-light's light's a slight light,&lt;br /&gt;And tonight's a night that's light.&lt;br /&gt;When a night's light, like tonight's light,&lt;br /&gt;It is really not quite right&lt;br /&gt;To light night-lights with their slight lights&lt;br /&gt;On a light night like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the felt I ever felt,&lt;br /&gt;I never felt a piece of felt&lt;br /&gt;which felt as fine as that felt felt,&lt;br /&gt;when first I felt that felt hat's felt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Inside went over to see Mr. Outside. Mr. Inside stood outside and called to Mr. Outside inside. Mr. Outside answered Mr. Inside from inside and Told Mr. Inside to come inside. Mr. Inside said "NO", and told Mr. Outside to come outside. Mr. Outside and Mr. Inside argued from inside and outside about going outside or coming inside. Finally, Mr. Outside coaxed Mr. Inside to come inside, then both Mr. Outside and Mr. Inside went outside to the riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper roller lower roller Upper roller lower roller. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our brains &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;are divided into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has nothing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in it and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has nothing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-108801729282714063?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/108801729282714063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=108801729282714063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801729282714063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801729282714063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-said.html' title='Well Said'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411667.post-108801325623263416</id><published>2004-06-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T10:55:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maut tu ek kavita hai</title><content type='html'>Maut tu ek kavita hai ..&lt;br /&gt;mujhase ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegi mujhako ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dubati nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage&lt;br /&gt;zard saa cheharaa liye chaand ufak tak pahunche&lt;br /&gt;din abhi paani mein ho raat kinaare ke kareeb&lt;br /&gt;na abhi andheraa ho, na ujaalaa ho, na raat na din&lt;br /&gt;jism jab khatm ho aur ruuh ko saans aae .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mujhase ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegii mujhako ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death you are a poem..&lt;br /&gt;a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when drowning pulse will bring on painful sleep&lt;br /&gt;when Moon carrying her yellow face will reach horizon&lt;br /&gt;when days still in water and night close to shore&lt;br /&gt;there is not yet darkness, neither light, not night not day&lt;br /&gt;when body is gone and soul still breaths.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- ANAND mara nahin. Anand marte nahin&lt;br /&gt;Some (people/films) don’t die. They are forever. !!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411667-108801325623263416?l=shayar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/feeds/108801325623263416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7411667&amp;postID=108801325623263416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801325623263416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411667/posts/default/108801325623263416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/06/maut-tu-ek-kavita-hai.html' title='Maut tu ek kavita hai'/><author><name>Hemal Modi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251866899851932746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v461/b9modi/CollegeStation/ME2s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
