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		<title>Teen Love &#124; OPEN Magazine</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:50:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>A boy and a father&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello friends, my next post is a story not by me, ,but I read it from a blog.I think is a great story of understanding ourself our getting the answer of how rich/poor we are. It goes here&#8230;.. One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=zindagii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4495452&amp;post=58&amp;subd=zindagii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello friends, my next post is a story not by me, ,but I read it from a blog.I think is a great story of understanding ourself our getting the answer of how rich/poor we are. It goes here&#8230;..</p>
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<p>One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.  They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.  On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”  “It was great, Dad.”  “Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.  “Oh yeah,” said the son.  “So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.  The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four.  We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.  We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.  Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.  We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.  We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.  We buy our food, but they grow theirs.  We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.</p>
<p>“  The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added, “<span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#800080;">Thanks, Dad</span></span>,<span style="color:#99cc00;"> <span style="color:#008000;">for showing me how poor we are.”</span></span></p>
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		<title>College Days&#8230;..</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:01:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Those who have lived in Hostel wil surely like to read this.. and I am sure will also Comment on this blog with ur memories, though in one word, but do comment about your college days. College Days&#8230;. the most Happy days of your life. Which taughts u almost everything and give a shape to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=zindagii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4495452&amp;post=54&amp;subd=zindagii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#993366;">Those who have lived in Hostel wil surely like to read this.. and I am sure will also Comment on this blog with ur memories, though in one word, but do comment about your college days.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#993366;"> </span><em><strong>College Days&#8230;.</strong></em> the most Happy days of your life. Which taughts u almost everything and give a shape to your future. Gives you Friends for lifetime , some bad and good memories too&#8230; While I was in college i use to think when the college will be finishing and me going out of that place&#8230; but within the few days after I left college forever, I realise what Life i have lived and missing here after.. and if ever want to get back to it, than just through the memories, which sometimes help to heal some heartaches.        I have spended my four years of engg in a College Called <a title="Rmcet" href="http://www.rmcet.com" target="_blank">RMCET</a>.Today also remember the first day of college,entered a unknown place, many new faces, with a  tag &#8220;FRESHER&#8221;. Was not having any idea that it was a  new Start of life. One day before joining college I was very happy coz, was very eager to go. left the home early in morning, alone with 2 bags in hand and 1 @ back. Caught the train of 9:15, than afetr reaching the destination city, where the hell was college??? 45 min from city! oh!!! Got very frustarted with the luggage. But after getting down from the bus, was a beautiful college with a huge Silver gate.Superb environment, and big green lawn in front of college and three Domes over the building&#8230;.</p>
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<p>was very hapy to see. Those were the days when there was not even single mobile phone service available. Till my first year, to cal @ home  we have to stay in a queue for atleast 20min near the only one Telephone booth in college campus. And have to hang up very early, as others were also waiting. After the mid of 2nd year, we had Airtel service provider. Just imagine, today we fiddel with our phone atleast within every half an hour, what the time that was when we use to cal at home at the most two times in a week. The days were going fast , u might have also felt the same naa&#8230;..        The first semester just went in completing assignments and files and sheets&#8230;. and suddenly got the Exam Dates&#8230;. than submissions, Pl and study till late night only on day before exam&#8230; what a routine&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;. sach mein gharwalon ko pata chala to kya kay nahi sunna padta&#8230;&#8230;. The best thing i use to do is to listen to my favourite songs before going to exam &#8230;.. mast jata hai paper, sabhi paper nikalte hai&#8230;.. sach mein&#8230;.    So on goes the next 5 semester and you are in your Final year now&#8230; college ke &#8220;SENIORS&#8221;.. ready to rag FRESHERS&#8230;&#8230;. Bahut aacha feel hota hai jab tum last year ka first day attend karte ho. Aisa lagta hai koi kuch nahi bolega.. you try to show that you will be very busy.. in projects, seminars, viva , practicals etc. Par sach mein aisa kuch nahi hota.. you have enough time in last year only..and even less subject as compared to previous semesters. Extra one day holiday also. Project ka kam to apna project guide( jisse project kharida jata hai&#8230; par hamne khud kiya tha) wo karta hai.. this is how your days go&#8230; But between these four years you have also got something which is uncomparable. The long hours timepass with roommates&#8230;. always finding any one to make fun of&#8230; the Late night calls on Girls hostel&#8230;.. sometimes getting out with friends for late night parties, walks&#8230; chats.       During all these you might also get involve in some beautiful relations.. someone gets his/her  life partner.. someone who has been quite till 12th, starts chatting hours and hours, he realised at last year that..&#8221; I was so  and so&#8230; and now i have totally changed.&#8221; Kisien to mujhse itna bh kahan kii, &#8220;&#8230;.before 12th i was thinking friends are just for name sake, but now think are the most beautiful part of my life&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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<p>Also in college days there are many breakups.. par sab kuch sahi to nah ho sakta na&#8230; kuch to galat hoga hi.. Zindagii hai.. its unpredictable.        Remember the happiness on our friends face when the leave the class after giving the last Engg paper&#8230;. the &#8220;hip hip hurry&#8221; slogans after the warning bell of last paper.. heart just beats at full range to shout  &#8230;. its amazing. Cant forget it&#8230;. and can never be heard again&#8230;.. In this also some of our frds who get their year wasted due to gap or backlogs&#8230; they came and give their true hearted wishes&#8230; &#8220;we feel a little bit bad for them too..&#8221;<span style="color:#800000;"> Now its time to pack your four years junk in a sack and run from there&#8230;. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh </span>.. but this is just a feeling till you pack your bags&#8230;. as soon as it is now time to say bye to your friends.. what happens???? I dont think i have to tel you that.. Some of our juniors who are very close to us are there on station to give a hug and say bye&#8230;        &#8221; The smile on face and a tear in eye &#8220;&#8230;. the only we take with us&#8230;&#8230;. with our heart filled with many emotions.. In eyes only the days spended over last four years are floating like our childhood paper boats&#8230; we know it is going to drain in water now but want to see, till it goes away from our eyes.. friends i can&#8217;t write more.. The rest is just to remember and feel&#8230;.. isnt it!!                 there is a beautiful movie in telgu named &#8220;HAPPY DAYS&#8221;, with a simple statement which says&#8221; 	      <span style="color:#008000;">&#8220;The college days are the most happy days of your life But after that are the most purposeful days in your life&#8221; </span>and its true guys.</p>
<p>Kab Milenge na hum jaane yaaron phirse sabhi<br />
Laut kar ab naa aayenge woh mastibhare din kabhi<br />
hoh dilyeh apna kahe ki aye dostonnnnn<br />
Kab Milenge na hum jaane yaaron phirse sabhi<br />
Laut kar ab naa aayenge woh mastibhare din kabhi<br />
hoh dil yeh apna kahe ki aye dostonnnnn</p>
<p>Woh hoh oooooo<br />
I m really gonna miss these days<br />
I am gonna miss my college days&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>Valentines Day&#8217;s Special Memories!!!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Many a times it happens that we forget to say something, or dont say it even though if we feel so! And if its a matter about love than i think Someone most beautiful person has started the VALENTINES Day just to give a chance for all those who are not able to speak ever&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=zindagii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4495452&amp;post=43&amp;subd=zindagii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<span style="color:#800080;">Many a times it happens that we forget to say something, or dont say it even though if we feel so! And if its a matter about love than i think  Someone most beautiful person has started the VALENTINES Day just to give a chance for all those who are not able to speak ever&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. to speak their words. Me too ,  many a times unable to speakout sometimes&#8230;.but i think now i m strong enough to speak out&#8230; In my School days  I met with a beautiful hearted girl,she was most important person after my family in my life &#8230;. Infact she was  like my family&#8230; Oh plz dont misunderstand han&#8230;.. we were just GUd frds.. best frds&#8230;.. Cried together, laughed also&#8230;. fighted a lot&#8230;.. today also i remember the day in my 12th std, when I entered the classroom of Maths class from the front door, Given the attendance and within 10 min disappeared from the back door,  to Wish my best friend HAPPY &#8230;&#8230; we were crazy&#8230;&#8230;  she was my beloved friend&#8230;. my dream too&#8230;&#8230; kuch sapne hote hai, jo kabhi pure nahi hote. Kabhi nahi,&#8230;.. after few years she left from my life, &#8230;&#8230; I thought of waiting for her,  but time couldnt stop her from going away from me.. in another life.. into a  new world where I was a unknown person for her, in front of all.When I look back in to my past I hear the laughter , which today also gives a echo in ear&#8230; But we were happy, atleast we meet in a long journey called life on the path called friendship and &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. today also i get a smile on my face and a tear when sometimes I read the  letters from her, saying  Hi rahu&#8230;. </span></p>
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		<title>My thinking.. is my introduction.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kisine kaha hai ki , Meri aawaz hi pehchan hai&#8230;.. but I think meri pehchan meri thinking hai&#8230;. i know my thinking will not effect anyone but atleast I have observed that my behaviour after my Thinking effects most of my close and dear ones. I think I am the most Happy person&#8230;.. too Lucky&#8230;. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=zindagii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4495452&amp;post=38&amp;subd=zindagii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<h3>Kisine kaha hai ki , Meri aawaz hi pehchan hai&#8230;..  but I think meri pehchan meri thinking hai&#8230;. i know my thinking will not effect anyone but atleast I have observed that my behaviour after my Thinking effects most of my close and dear ones. I think I am the most Happy person&#8230;.. too Lucky&#8230;. but i never wanted to be so accidently. Means most of the things which i have wished, came true&#8230; Starting from my childhood days i have gone through many instances where i felt like giving up&#8230; Itna ki kabhi kabhi jeene ka mann nahi karta tha&#8230;.. but life is too beautiful and big to Regret for pasts heartache.. yes naa!!!</h3>
<h3>Once in my life i thought i am loosing someone who is very close to my heart&#8230;&#8230; I felt like someone is saying GUD BYE forever.. aisa laga jaise koi train chut rahi ho&#8230;&#8230;. but the same person said . &#8220;We may loose our loved once sometimes, but never ourselves&#8221;.</h3>
<h3>And its true, though we are poles apart, yet cant live without each other.  From my childhood days,  I have been the most loved one in our home and also within my friends&#8230;(till now also) &#8230; Par kabhi kabhi aisa moment aata hai ki, ek din, sabka pyaar bhi kam pad jata hai, jab koi ek nafrat karne lagta hai&#8230;..</h3>
<h3>But life hai, tragedies to honi hi hai na&#8230;&#8230;..</h3>
<h3>Here is a beautiful Poem I found on net.. dedicated to one of my beloved person..</h3>
<h3><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">What I am …..Is coz of you.</span></span></h3>
<h3>When I was down<br />
You pulled me up<br />
You made me soar<br />
From what I was before</h3>
<h3>Motivation, a gift from you<br />
Inspiration, my only tool<br />
Today, I am the person that I am<br />
Because of you</h3>
<h3>You gave me the fire<br />
The passion to aspire<br />
You guided me through the dark<br />
When I thought that I had no luck</h3>
<h3>You brought out the best in me<br />
You believed that I could succeed<br />
You never gave up on me<br />
Even when I did.</h3>
<h3>Words cannot express how I feel<br />
Gifts cannot convey my thoughts so real.<br />
What you have done for me,<br />
I will never forget.</h3>
<h3>The lessons I learnt,<br />
I will never regret.<br />
Today I want you to know<br />
That you will always occupy<br />
A special place in my heart<br />
No matter where I am.<br />
Your care, concern, help and advice are greatly appreciated.<br />
Thank you.</h3>
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