<?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-9107622045859084606</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless Whispers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-6483539263701688769</id><published>2008-09-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:18:58.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Author: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You changed my world with a blink of an eye &lt;br /&gt;That is something that I can not deny &lt;br /&gt;You put my soul from worst to best &lt;br /&gt;That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You just don't know what you have done for me &lt;br /&gt;You even pushed me to the best that I can be &lt;br /&gt;You really are an angel sent from above &lt;br /&gt;To take care of me and shower with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear &lt;br /&gt;And your touch have chased away all of my fear &lt;br /&gt;You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;It is even better everytime you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It so magical those things you've made &lt;br /&gt;To bring back my faith that almost fade &lt;br /&gt;Now my life is a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;It all began when I was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now I have found what I am looking for &lt;br /&gt;It's you and your love and nothing more &lt;br /&gt;Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment &lt;br /&gt;In my life something I've never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could talk 'til the end of day &lt;br /&gt;But now I'm running out of things to say &lt;br /&gt;So I'll end by the line you already know &lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-6483539263701688769?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/6483539263701688769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=6483539263701688769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/6483539263701688769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/6483539263701688769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-poem-for-cute-girl.html' title='A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-5450567584414351014</id><published>2008-09-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:46:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesiest Pick-up Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your dad must be a thief because he stole the stars and put them in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you have any raisins? How about a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Are you Jamaican, because you're Jamaican me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I must be in heaven because I can see an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If I were to rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're under arrest. The charge -- trespassing in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37);  font-family:ARIAL;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You must be tired because you've been running through my mind all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-5450567584414351014?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/5450567584414351014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=5450567584414351014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/5450567584414351014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/5450567584414351014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheesiest-pick-up-lines.html' title='Cheesiest Pick-up Lines'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-2429492385397541202</id><published>2008-08-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:44:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone price in India 31k!! and 36k!!</title><content type='html'>I remember the Motorola Motorazr being introduced for 27k ..and now see its price...7k!! that is the price worth for that mobile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...I myself got an IPHONE 6 months back for 15k from US , unlocked it and running it with AIRTEL. I agree...that I am impressed with its features and style factor..YOu know...a very rare phone now in India...But there are some issues with IPHONE that I find from a user point of view:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Bluetooth is not compatible with any other mobile..its a dead feature in IPHONE..yes..you cant send/recieve songs/pictures with bluetooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Cant have customary ringtones!! you will have to buy the ringtones form Apple store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Need to install iTunes..copy music to your iphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Sound (both ear and loudspeaker ) is very disappointing with iphone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Msg Forwarding facility missing ....I hope they have fixed it in this release..I use 3rd party applications for this purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Advantage...You are carrying a PalmTop with you always...you can do anything with it what you can do in a computer...use it as a Proxy server...whatever your imagination lets you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Take:- Dont make the rich guys richer...wait for some time...till the prices fall down...pay the price that it deserves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-2429492385397541202?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2429492385397541202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=2429492385397541202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/2429492385397541202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/2429492385397541202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2008/08/iphone-price-in-india-31k-and-36k.html' title='Iphone price in India 31k!! and 36k!!'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-1029419883348976595</id><published>2008-03-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:42:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Hockey Debacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHrpQv39ZZU/R9l1isA47ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/9JTvyL-REz4/s1600-h/hockeydefeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHrpQv39ZZU/R9l1isA47ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/9JTvyL-REz4/s320/hockeydefeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177298485429988754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a follower of Hockey or any other sport/game other than Cricket and Chess. But I follow every event that India participates in. As an Indian I feel enraged when Indian teams fail badly and bring shame and disgrace to India.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the players who play for Indian team. Because even though there isn't much money involved in sports other than cricket, they try to put in their best efforts. After the end of their careers, they barely manage to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;While India has done quite well in sports where any bureaucracy is not involved,  it has done very poorly in every sport that  is run by  bureaucrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really sad to see the indifferent attitude of officials running the sports. The facility provided to the players when compared with other countries is laughable. Most of this sport organizations are headed by  politicians  who used the funds to fill in their swiss accounts. They absolutely have no intentions in improving the condition of the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey is not just any other game. It is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;national game&lt;/span&gt; of India. And  any lapse in its management should be considered equivalent to a lapse in performing a duty towards our country. And severe actions should be taken against the people running it. K.P.S Gill has failed to  do a duty towards country. K.P.S Gill should take the moral responsibility and resign from the post. But his skin is thick. Whom is he accountable to? Indian hockey team is not his personal team. It is the team of the Indians. He is accountable to India. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is an ass-hole who is bringing disgrace to this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Indian government has a step-motherly attitude towards hockey. We see politicians slowly creeping into cricket boards. But no politician is interested in betterment of Hockey or any other game.Because there is very little money involved in it. Politician is where the money is. Every politician has the same attributes, even though they belong to different political parties. Anyway, they keep on switching parties. They changes their colors even faster than chameleons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is responsible for this sorry state of affairs in hockey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KPS Gill. He is there in the top seat for last 14 years. But he has been instrumental in breaking the game rather than in making the game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politicians. For being selfish--as usual-- and ignoring hockey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Indians. For not following up and and pressurizing  the board and the politicians. We make a noise every time  we see Indians failing badly. And then we forget every thing after some days and get back into our daily lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How can things change in hockey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am confident that nothing is going to change inIndian Hockey federation in  the near future.Some private body should come up and start a hockey board.  And start their own hockey team.A request to the big Indian corporates to come up and take this step. You can give back to the country in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; “ab bhi jiska khoon nahi khola khon nahi woh paani hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; jo desh ke kaam na aaye woh bekar jawani hai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-1029419883348976595?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/1029419883348976595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=1029419883348976595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/1029419883348976595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/1029419883348976595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2008/03/indian-hockey-debacle.html' title='Indian Hockey Debacle'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHrpQv39ZZU/R9l1isA47ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/9JTvyL-REz4/s72-c/hockeydefeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-7419947676809283884</id><published>2008-01-26T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:23:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airtel Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;" class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;" class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nigahen nigahon se mila kar toh dekho,&lt;br /&gt;Naye logon se rishta bana kar toh dekho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hasratein dil mein dabane se kya haasil hoga,&lt;br /&gt;Apne hoth hila kar toh dekho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Khamoshi se kab hoti hai khwahishein poori,&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki baat bata kar toh dekho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jo hai dil mein usey kar do bayaan,&lt;br /&gt;Khud ko ek baar jata kar toh dekho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Aasmaan simat jayega tumhare aaghosh mein,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Chahat ki bahein phaila kar toh dekho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dil ki baat bata kar toh dekho&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-7419947676809283884?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/7419947676809283884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=7419947676809283884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/7419947676809283884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/7419947676809283884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2008/01/airtel-ad.html' title='Airtel Ad'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-7214631702050450053</id><published>2007-12-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:41:01.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Fariyaad --- Tum Bin</title><content type='html'>Koyi Fariyaad Tere Dil Mein Dabi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Koyi Fariyaad Tere Dil Mein Dabi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Tune Aankhon Se Koyi Baat Kahi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaagte Jaagte Ek Umr Kati Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaagte Jaagte Ek Umr Kati Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Baaki Baaki Hai Magar Saas Ruki Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Har Mulaakat Pe Mehsoos Yehi Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Mulaakat Pe Mehsoos Yehi Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse Kuch Teri Nazar Pooch Rahi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah Chalte Huve Aksar Yeh Ghumaan Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Raah Chalte Huve Aksar Yeh Ghumaan Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh Nazar Chupke Mujhe Dekh Rahi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Woh Nazar Chupke Mujhe Dekh Rahi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Lamhe Mein Simat Aaya Hai Sadiyon Ka Safar&lt;br /&gt;Ek Lamhe Mein Simat Aaya Hai Sadiyon Ka Safar&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Tej Bahut Tej Chali Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Tej Bahut Tej Chali Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Tarah Pehron Tujhe Sochta Rehta Hoon Main&lt;br /&gt;Is Tarah Pehron Tujhe Sochta Rahta Hoon Main&lt;br /&gt;Meri Har Saas Tere Naam Likhi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Meri Har Saas Tere Naam Likhi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koyi Fariyaad Tere Dil Mein Dabi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Tune Aankhon Se Koyi Baat Kahi Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaagte Jaagte Ek Umr Kati Ho Jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Baaki Baaki Hai Magar Saas Ruki Ho Jaise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-7214631702050450053?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-7328836425313794757</id><published>2007-11-28T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:57:33.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>All my bags are packed&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Im standin here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin&lt;br /&gt;Its early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxis waitin&lt;br /&gt;Hes blowin his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already Im so lonesome&lt;br /&gt;I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many times Ive let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times Ive played around&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now, they dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Evry place I go, Ill think of you&lt;br /&gt;Evry song I sing, Ill sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be on my way&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I wont have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times, I wont have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- John Denver..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107622045859084606-7328836425313794757?l=careless-wishpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/feeds/7328836425313794757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107622045859084606&amp;postID=7328836425313794757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/7328836425313794757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107622045859084606/posts/default/7328836425313794757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://careless-wishpers.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Ansuman Mohanty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14249989186321918276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107622045859084606.post-4267384023875542131</id><published>2007-11-16T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:54:17.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A touching love story that 'll make u cry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;10th Grade:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;       As I sat there in English class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       I stared at the girl next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       She was my so called 'best friend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       I stared at her long, silky hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; wished she was mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       But she didn't notice me like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       After class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; walked up to me and asked me for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; notes she had missed the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       I handed them to &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;her.She&lt;/span&gt; said 'thanks' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;       &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;11th grade:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;The phone rang. On the other end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        it was her. She was in tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;mumbling&lt;/span&gt; on and on about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; love had broke her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        She asked me to come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she didn't want to be alone, So I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        After 2 hours, one &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1195220471_0"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/span&gt; movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; three bags of chips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; decided to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        She looked at me, said 'thanks' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; gave me a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;cheek..I&lt;/span&gt; want to tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;        I want her to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Senior year:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        One fine day she walked to my locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        "My date is sick" she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        "&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;hes&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; go" well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; made a promise that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        if neither of us had dates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; would go together just as 'best friends'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        So we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        That night, after everything was over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I was standing at her front door step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I stared at her as &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; stared at me with her crystal eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want to tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want her to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduation:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        A day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        Before I could blink, it was graduation day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I watched as her perfect body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;floated&lt;/span&gt; like an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        up on stage to get her diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I wanted her to be mine-but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        Before everyone went home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; came to me in her smock and hat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; cried as I hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        Then she lifted her head from my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; said- 'you're my best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want to tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want her to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        That girl is getting married now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; drive off to her new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; to another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I wanted her to be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; she didn't see me like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        But before she drove away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; came to me and said 'you came !'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want to tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want her to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Death:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        At the service, they read a diary entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; had wrote in her high school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        This is what it read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        'I stare at him wishing he was mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; he doesn't notice me like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want to tell him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I want him to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I love him but I'm just too shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;        I wish he would tell me he loved &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        .........'I wish I did too...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.75in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; 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