<?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-15574347</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:38:51.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty spaces</title><subtitle type='html'>Deepak's Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-1449175220788219819</id><published>2011-08-20T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:01:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ek Filmy Dialouge - "Vaise to aisi kai cheej hain jinke bina main jee nahin sakta.... lekin jaane woh kaun si cheej hogi jise paaye bina main marr nahin sakunga"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1449175220788219819?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1449175220788219819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1449175220788219819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1449175220788219819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1449175220788219819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2011/08/ek-filmy-dialouge-vaise-to-aisi-kai.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-4482894363071025155</id><published>2011-06-05T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:30:38.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Reason" - Hoobstank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-4482894363071025155?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/4482894363071025155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=4482894363071025155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4482894363071025155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4482894363071025155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2011/06/reason-hoobstank-im-not-perfect-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-6418550050685912230</id><published>2010-09-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:10:32.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'badle se lag rahe hain andaaj mere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chhapak...chhapak...doobe hum hai ...tere husn ke saagar mein doobe hum hain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-6418550050685912230?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/6418550050685912230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=6418550050685912230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/6418550050685912230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/6418550050685912230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2010/09/badle-se-lag-rahe-hain-andaaj-mere.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-3393662730866830652</id><published>2010-07-07T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:26:41.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eureka Eureka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth Ball – Destiny!!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes known as “the ball” or the only ball.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-3393662730866830652?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/3393662730866830652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=3393662730866830652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/3393662730866830652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/3393662730866830652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2010/07/eureka-eureka-fourth-ball-destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-5636204658363472972</id><published>2010-01-07T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:19:42.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The Three Balls”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is hard to accept it socially that you like the movie “kya kool hai hum”, but what is even more harder is to claim that you like “Isha Koppikar” not becuase of “Girl Friend” but becuase you find her cute and talented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me come to the point! we can always discuss personal preferences and choices in detail later on. Remember “AnupamKher” and his three ball theory, now couple this with 7 habits of successful people, makes me wonder what it would be if i want to decide three most imoprotant balls. 3 things which you should have, courage, intelligence and luck...? naaaa.... Not a generalized fact but i think it should be&lt;br /&gt;1.Clarity&lt;br /&gt;2.Goal&lt;br /&gt;3.Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. now can I write a book with examples and funny fillers and then this can make me rich and then i can buy out my wishes.. becuase there are only some things money can't buy and it should not be difficult to manage with most of the things, lets not be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? Can you answer this question with certainity.. you actually know who are you? To me this is the clarity and after this... (let me emphasize by writing it once again)..only after this do you know what do you want.... (here i would like to make it bold, italic or anything, but i dont want you to answer.. Tempo!, i think, i should try some common tricks like what do you REALLY want)...what is that one thing you think you can not die without accomplishing...its all together different if you dont want to die ever.. but still if we stick to the commonally found common man what it would be?... can you answer that this is what I want.... Oh!!.... Great you know.... so how you are going to get what you want knowing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend could be found in the coming best seller... 3 balls you shoudl have to be “happy” “rich” “successful” “GOD”...”anything” “everything”....(Exact topic can be decided later as per the going trend....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-5636204658363472972?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/5636204658363472972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=5636204658363472972' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/5636204658363472972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/5636204658363472972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-balls-sometimes-it-is-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-1842352487635125371</id><published>2009-12-12T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:45:13.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A must read for all those who use Credit Card....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all might be aware about the interest rate your credit card charges ...1.5%, 2.4% or 3.1% .. and in case of default etc 3.4%..... But are you sure how they calculate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Start with an Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month Bill - 30,000&lt;br /&gt;Minimum Amount Due - 6,000&lt;br /&gt;You have paid - 29,000...... and then next month say you have 40,000 Rs bill... what do you think will be Interest Amount? ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is not close to 1500-2000 you are wrong..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because since you have not cleared your last payment i.e. you have made a part payment... so you are not a standard asset.... you all transaction of 30,000 will be charged interest at the rate 3.4% (irrespective of your card, as you are Part Payment account) from the date of shopping to the date of bill payment... and as an icing on the top.. all your fresh transactions of 40,000 will also be charged at 3.4% as you are a "Part payment" account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely this information is available on all credit card forms you fill...further they send you this information again with every bill.... If you don't trust me .. just check the back of your bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1842352487635125371?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1842352487635125371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1842352487635125371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1842352487635125371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1842352487635125371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2009/12/must-read-for-all-those-who-use-credit.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-4411797917308925570</id><published>2009-12-07T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:28:06.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a person whom you can risk to hit as hard as you can without hurting, without having the fear to lose. "Superman"? .. Or... "Friend"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky to meet one (for sure) such person in life, and i know for sure that i cannot do anything ever which can break the friendship between us... as we know that the eavry slipper we are throwing upon each other is just to "Hit" ... Every slap we are giving each other is just a "hit" on the face ... nothing more .... Still if i would have ever done anything which was way out of the line would like to say ... Sorry! .. Yes It was unnecessary but I dont want to take any chances with the most precious gift given by the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all other who are reading this . you should certainly envy me as I know where the superman can be found...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-4411797917308925570?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/4411797917308925570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=4411797917308925570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4411797917308925570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4411797917308925570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-superman-what-do-you-call-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-8186530902967112575</id><published>2008-01-24T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:00:05.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"वो बेचारा"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;घिसट रहा है,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;सिसक रहा है,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;अटक रहा है,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;हिचक रहा &lt;span class=""&gt;है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;कुछ कहने से रुका हुआ है, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;कुछ कहने से डरा हुआ है, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;या सिर्फ! तड़प रहा है,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;मचल रहा है................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-8186530902967112575?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/8186530902967112575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=8186530902967112575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8186530902967112575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8186530902967112575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-3735929392009461180</id><published>2008-01-24T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:48:57.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Am I Audible"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There has been a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sound which was loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loud enough to make noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noise to hinder meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noise to make it linger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noise to just raise finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noise with nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sound dying in the hall....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-3735929392009461180?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/3735929392009461180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=3735929392009461180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/3735929392009461180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/3735929392009461180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-audible-there-has-been-sound-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-269353165032183677</id><published>2008-01-22T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:51:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Dear Consultants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened during an eye opener &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consultancy&lt;/span&gt; session, We realized that whatever they are talking is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hebrew&lt;/span&gt;... and right right then my friend L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;akshaya&lt;/span&gt; turned into a poet.... Go through the lines.. Ultimate ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" What a Presentation.. Mr Consultant"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you say is what I hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it my dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must ask you to take care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to split my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while I understand I am no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at your speech I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems nothing for all I may care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was all I had to share......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Written By&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lakshaya Chawla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Consultants&lt;/span&gt; beware....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-269353165032183677?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/269353165032183677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=269353165032183677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/269353165032183677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/269353165032183677'/><link 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/&gt;तुम्हारे इन चंचल नयनो से&lt;br /&gt;हौले से चुपके से&lt;br /&gt;कह दूँगा एक दिन हर बात&lt;br /&gt;जो है अनकही.....&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन रुकना होगा तुमको तब तक&lt;br /&gt;जब तक सीख नहीँ लेते&lt;br /&gt;मेरे ये अनपढ नयन&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारे इन नयनो कि भाषा&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-8680157034532125138?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/8680157034532125138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=8680157034532125138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8680157034532125138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8680157034532125138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-23481621000376704</id><published>2007-11-02T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:33:43.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do Line&lt;br /&gt;उम्मीदो का सौदागर हूँ, सपनो में जीता हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;जब दिल ना लगे तो थोड़ी सी पी लेता हूँ।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-23481621000376704?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/23481621000376704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=23481621000376704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/23481621000376704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/23481621000376704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-6843210277728496362</id><published>2007-09-27T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:38:29.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"क्यूँ नहीं लौट जाते"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हे ऐकान्त के वासी,&lt;br /&gt;ये सूर्य देश कहाँ है,&lt;br /&gt;जिसका कोई सार ना हो,&lt;br /&gt;ऐसा प्रदेश कहाँ है।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;देखा, हाँ मैने भी देखा है,&lt;br /&gt;क्षितिज से क्षितिज तक फैला,&lt;br /&gt;नभ की विशालता को चीरता,&lt;br /&gt;नितान्त ऍकान्त था वहाँ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पर तुम कयूँ इतने चिन्तित हो,&lt;br /&gt;क्यूं ये पीड़ा प्रण लिया है,&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ नही लौट जाते ऍकान्त मे,&lt;br /&gt;जिसके तुम आदी हो।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-6843210277728496362?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/6843210277728496362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=6843210277728496362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/6843210277728496362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/6843210277728496362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-166954556951545711</id><published>2007-09-15T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:04:00.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"मेरा अंडा"&lt;br /&gt;और फिर भगवान ने मुझे इक अंडा दिया और कहा ये दुनिया का सबसे मजबूत अंडा है, हजार हाथी भी इसे नही तोड़ सकते। मैने जो भी किया अंडे ने मुझे सहारा दिया, मुझे पता था कि कुछ भी इसके पार नही जा सकता, मै अजेय होता गया...और जीतता गया....&lt;br /&gt;आज जब सारी दुनिया मेरी है, ये लोग कहते है अंडा कुछ भी नही, ये इक मामूली सा आम अंडा है! मुझे पता है , ये सही में दुनिया का सबसे मजबूत अंडा है, इसिलिये तो मै राजी हो गया आज के इस शक्ति परीक्षण के लिये और दाँव पे लगा दी अपनी सारी कमायी। ये विशाल हथौड़ा सब कुछ तोड़ सकता है, हीरा भी.. लेकिन मुझे पता है ये मेरा अंडा नही तोड़ पायेगा...और तभी मुझसे कहा गया ... परीक्षण का वक्त आ गया है। क्या सही में परीक्षण का वक्त आ गया है, क्या मुझे थोड़ा भी और समय नही मिलेगा, मै डर क्यूँ रहा हूँ... ये तो दुनिया का सबसे मजबूत अंडा है जिसने जिन्दगी भर मेरा साथ दिया है, ये आज भी मुझे नीचा नही दिखायेगा... और मैने अंडा हथौड़े के नीचे रख दिया। &lt;br /&gt;लेकिन इससे पहले कि परीक्षण पूरा होता मै अंडा लेकर वापिस आ गया और अपनी हार स्वीकार कर ली। &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;क्या मै डर गया हूँ, या मुझे अपने अंडे पे भरोसा नही? जो भी हो , हार गया हूँ पर फिर भी पता नही क्यूँ आज सब कुछ रंगीन दिख रहा है , हर जगह फूल खिल रहे है ..ऍसा लग रहा है जैसे की सारी सृष्टि किसी नवजात शिशु के जन्म की खुशी मना रही है।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दीपक&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-166954556951545711?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/166954556951545711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=166954556951545711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/166954556951545711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/166954556951545711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-1304322239972401056</id><published>2007-09-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:59:17.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>पुरानी यादें............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"कोई शीर्षक नहीं"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मर गये कुत्ते, सड़ गयी चीले।&lt;br /&gt;यहाँ वहाँ बालू के टीले़।&lt;br /&gt;कितने बंजर कितने निर्जन।&lt;br /&gt;पल पल बदले, अपना तन।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1304322239972401056?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1304322239972401056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1304322239972401056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1304322239972401056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1304322239972401056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-4898997409689052951</id><published>2007-08-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:26:28.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>कोई है!&lt;br /&gt;जिस तरफ भी रुख करुं, &lt;br /&gt;हवा साथ देती नही,&lt;br /&gt;जिस डाल कि तरफ बढ़ुँ, &lt;br /&gt;है मुह मोड़ लेती वही,&lt;br /&gt;बढ़ रहा अकेला पन है,&lt;br /&gt;मिलती कोइ संगत नही,&lt;br /&gt;जिसको भी साथ माना ,&lt;br /&gt;छोड़ दूर चला गया वही।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-4898997409689052951?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/4898997409689052951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=4898997409689052951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4898997409689052951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/4898997409689052951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-1578570134302524328</id><published>2007-08-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:18:42.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome Chameli Song (Jaane - Soul of Chameli)&lt;br /&gt;A must listen to everyone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भीगी हुई कोइ शाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;महका हुआ कोइ नाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;बिन बात ही होती है नीलाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;मशहूर है फिर भी बदनाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;जाने ...हुआ है आज क्या हमें ना हम...&lt;br /&gt;जाने... क्यूँ हमको याद आये वो.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अब इस तरह उसको सोचता हूं,&lt;br /&gt;गुजरे हुऐ वो पल रोकता हूं,&lt;br /&gt;वो पल कही् खो गये हैँ जो अपने,&lt;br /&gt;और साथ भी खो गये है जो सपने,&lt;br /&gt;जाने... हुआ हैं आज क्या हमें ना हम,&lt;br /&gt;जाने क्यू हमको याद आये वो......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो रोशनी वो आग है&lt;br /&gt;या फिर कोइ चिराग है&lt;br /&gt;जिसे धीरे‍ धीरे है जलना&lt;br /&gt;जिसे इस तरह ही है चलना&lt;br /&gt;किसी मोड़ पे वो आज भी&lt;br /&gt;कंडील सी जलेगी&lt;br /&gt;शहर की धूप सी &lt;br /&gt;बेवक्त ही ढलेगी&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ हमको याऽऽऽऽऽद....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भीगी हुई कोइ शाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;महका हुआ कोइ नाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;बिन बात ही होती है नीलाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;मशहूर है फिर भी बदनाम वो,&lt;br /&gt;जाने ...हुआ है आज क्या हमें ना हम...&lt;br /&gt;जाने... क्यूँ हमको याद आये वो.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1578570134302524328?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1578570134302524328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1578570134302524328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1578570134302524328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1578570134302524328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/08/awesome-chameli-song-jaane-soul-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-1930629879778339575</id><published>2007-08-19T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:38:37.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>यादेँ&lt;br /&gt;खुशनुमा यादो के झोंके,&lt;br /&gt;अतीत की दीवारो को पार कर, &lt;br /&gt;हौले से आते है ,&lt;br /&gt;और चुपके से,&lt;br /&gt;कानो के पीछे सहला कर,&lt;br /&gt;अपने सँग ले जाते है।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1930629879778339575?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1930629879778339575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1930629879778339575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1930629879778339575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1930629879778339575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_5785.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-158941112826706112</id><published>2007-08-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:31:06.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>वो&lt;br /&gt;छू गई मन्द मदमस्ती से,&lt;br /&gt;उसकी गीली हँसी मुझे,&lt;br /&gt;कहकहो मेँ उसके,&lt;br /&gt;लगा जीवन का सार मुझे,&lt;br /&gt;सँजो के रखना चाहता था,&lt;br /&gt;हर उस पल का हिसाब मैं,&lt;br /&gt;पर खो गयी यादो से,&lt;br /&gt;वो भी, उसकी हँसी भी।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-158941112826706112?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/158941112826706112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=158941112826706112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/158941112826706112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/158941112826706112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-1312556430930023722</id><published>2007-08-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:20:44.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"काश"&lt;br /&gt;कहता है दिल आज ये,&lt;br /&gt;काश, ये काश ना होता ।&lt;br /&gt;जो भी माँगा था जीवन से,&lt;br /&gt;काश वो मेरा अपना होता ।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-1312556430930023722?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/1312556430930023722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=1312556430930023722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1312556430930023722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/1312556430930023722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-8273640495399066976</id><published>2007-04-02T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:24:59.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Two dogs came to the country town...&lt;br /&gt;They were wearing their gown...&lt;br /&gt;One was a pet dog .. one was stray...&lt;br /&gt;one was..a ...pet dog. One...waaasss straaaayyyy&lt;br /&gt;One was a pet dog .. one was stray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet got every thing..... foood to bone...&lt;br /&gt;no fear of a ocean.... the sheltered home&lt;br /&gt;The gold bracelet  on her neck&lt;br /&gt;staring at you .. I am "jealous"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stary got nothing at alll... &lt;br /&gt;no food .. no shelter na..anh around...&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face....bring cheers to crowd ...&lt;br /&gt;he was the king...&lt;br /&gt;he was a KING &lt;br /&gt;he was a KING or just brightest in the lot...&lt;br /&gt;NO Fooood... No Shelter...&lt;br /&gt;just rain and the havoc...&lt;br /&gt;dying people hunger and pain... &lt;br /&gt;and you are dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;stray has gotten a peice of bread...&lt;br /&gt;which got a fungus with passing age....&lt;br /&gt;Sray took .....a bite of it....&lt;br /&gt;lost his life to the "TricK"....&lt;br /&gt;The pet got an iron cage...&lt;br /&gt;golden bone.. diamond cake&lt;br /&gt;The pet die in a hurry ...&lt;br /&gt;a mercedez just drove over him....&lt;br /&gt;and Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dogs going  from the counrty town&lt;br /&gt;they were wearing their gown...&lt;br /&gt;they had a plastic chair and a stool...&lt;br /&gt;people gonaa pay them &lt;br /&gt;for making them fool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak (The Drunk Song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-8273640495399066976?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/8273640495399066976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=8273640495399066976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8273640495399066976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/8273640495399066976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-dogs-two-dogs-came-to-country-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-117036749329266124</id><published>2007-02-01T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:04:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;अतीत के पन्नो से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहना है, आज मुझे ।&lt;br /&gt;इन बदलते वक्त के पन्नो से।&lt;br /&gt;तुम पर नये आरम्भ की।&lt;br /&gt;पहली पन्क्ति मै लिखून्गा ।।&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-117036749329266124?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/117036749329266124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=117036749329266124' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/117036749329266124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/117036749329266124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-116604536943756798</id><published>2006-12-13T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:29:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why sunrise is a compulsion…&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we have an ever prolonged night…?&lt;br /&gt;Why there has to be light…&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t darkness prevail…?&lt;br /&gt;I am lost, lost in the dark…&lt;br /&gt;Where I am? Who I am?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know me…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see me…&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remain lost…&lt;br /&gt;Can’t there be a never lasting night…&lt;br /&gt;Can’t there be a darkness which can’t be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I am crying out loud… I am shouting out louder…&lt;br /&gt;Dear sun, please don’t... don’t arise today…&lt;br /&gt;Let there be darkness at least for a few days….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-116604536943756798?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/116604536943756798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=116604536943756798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/116604536943756798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/116604536943756798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-why-why-sunrise-is-compulsion-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-114373689267356393</id><published>2006-03-30T08:23:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:35:19.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What Deepak Wants"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to answer a very important question of my life as what I want in my girlfriend (to be girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;Considering the important of the topic I will start right away without wasting another single second, don’t get me wrong I have already done the thinking part...so here what I want ….or say “ WHAT DEEPAK WANT”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – She should be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--0 -----&lt;/span&gt; Dimensions Does not matter ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-/()\ ---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bank Statements , Complexion does not matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--/\ ---- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What ever is your caste , religion , Ethinity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt; Who ever you are , what ever you DO , You just have to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 – She should have one mouth and two ears.&lt;br /&gt;3 – She should have two hands.&lt;br /&gt;4 – She should have two legs.&lt;br /&gt;5 – She should have two eyes.&lt;br /&gt;6 – She should have one head with hairs outside and something inside.&lt;br /&gt;7 – She should have ‘The Taste’, so that she can like me.&lt;br /&gt;8 – Finally if she is pretty it’s an added Plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all!&lt;br /&gt;What a coincident you asked for eight and my demand list also ends at eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Any girl who think that she can meet my requirements, please feel free to contact.&lt;br /&gt;DOSTO: as you know there is a very slight possibly that any girl will ever read it (Reason’s Very low readership, Even more poor sex ratio of the readers), so friends if you find/know a girl who is right there satisfying my list, Please feel free to give her my contact. As for me&lt;br /&gt;“Dil, Dhoondha hai aaj kahin”&lt;br /&gt;“Phir wahi”&lt;br /&gt;“Sapno se”&lt;br /&gt;“Pal, Khushi bhare”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to tag eight more persons with same&lt;br /&gt;“Find Eight Attributes for your loved one Tag”. …So all of you haven’t tagged yet please take put some time think about it , and then pen it down ….so for now my tag list is Empty …Looking forward to see your name in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-114373689267356393?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/114373689267356393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=114373689267356393' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114373689267356393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114373689267356393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-deepak-wants-tagged-today-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-114363569971642034</id><published>2006-03-29T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:59:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is all I want !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Men are of Three Types: Leaders/Followers/Losers &lt;br /&gt;And this basic “TypeCasting” is able to answer many of my questions , Like why i am writing this stupid code here , Why i am not where i wanted to be, Despite of my wrecked condition i am considered as successful because i fall into category two ..I am the follower, i follow the path of success, some times i follow the path of dedication, sometimes i try to follow the path which can make me leader ...but in all i am always following some path. i am not the one who makes his paths himself ...and that’s why today i am confined to a 5/5 cubical and planning to move to an Institution which will make me a better fit for an expensive more prestigious cubical. Right now i am not thinking, i am just following the Trend which will lead me to a Better Life. (You know) the Reason behind my inclination? It’s nothing, other than the fact that others are doing well by following this path. &lt;br /&gt;When? When i will be able to Break the rules and move into a line where i can term myself as a leader. What is the Basic fault which is stopping me .I don’t know how long i will be able to walk on this path of success. In am not sure when I will be able to come out of my cocoon to set my own roads, with a million of followers, following it with passion and compassion.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-114363569971642034?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/114363569971642034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=114363569971642034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114363569971642034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114363569971642034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-all-i-want-man-are-of-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-114174389478490238</id><published>2006-03-07T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:04:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                  'QUIT HO'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3609/1446/1600/fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3609/1446/200/fast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i have started bothering this much about the Grammer and spelling , No i am not saying that writing correct is a bad habit , but Instead of goingfor an improvement , i am choosing rather much simpler way which is 'QUIT HO'.It is an old friend indeed helped me a lot in the past also when i was struggling tofind a way out,and this 'QUIT HO' made me left the path itself. Confused !!! Yes i am also confused, Thats why i took the services of 'QUIT HO' , if youare reading it in the hope that you will understand what it is , then sorry you you are asking who was the ram just after the whole ramayana ...I am also not going to explain anything as for me it is very easy ,I will just have to say : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'QUIT HO'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-114174389478490238?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/114174389478490238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=114174389478490238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114174389478490238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/114174389478490238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2006/03/quit-ho-i-dont-know-why-i-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-113318267511607674</id><published>2005-11-28T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:04:20.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take me down to the paradise city .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are coming ...every one is getting infected even the presumably most healthy and immune one found infected .. now there are only few left and i am luckily one them ...not sure how long i can avoid this....four of my very close are gone .. they are severly infected ...now there is no chance for them atleast , another one is playing with the limits ...even though he is a big time survivor but now i think his time is close ,&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place to hide or  I am safe , do i need to run fast and faster so that i can stay away from this disatrous disaster or I am safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i see ...&lt;br /&gt;when i see ...through ...&lt;br /&gt;when i see into hospital ...&lt;br /&gt;i found you giggling ...&lt;br /&gt;you look happy ..&lt;br /&gt;but you must be feeling down ..&lt;br /&gt;you are hiding your pain...&lt;br /&gt;i know you need sympathy...&lt;br /&gt;you need my help ...&lt;br /&gt;but this disease seems infectious ..&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to fall ..&lt;br /&gt;fall into illness..&lt;br /&gt;get down with the deasease...&lt;br /&gt;i am happy outside.. ..&lt;br /&gt;am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-113318267511607674?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/113318267511607674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=113318267511607674' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/113318267511607674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/113318267511607674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-me-down-to-paradise-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112713829812763122</id><published>2005-09-19T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:58:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What next --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caution : not worth reading ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to write again  , Yes there was a pause  if you haven't noticed yet , i was almost sure a few days ago that i 'll never write again , then i thought about a long break a really long break , but now here i am once again fighting with my eight fingers and two thumbs ,hitting hard on keyboard trying to come up with something  something good and refreshing unlike my earlier posts all heavy and crap , but i cant kill my soul just for blog-sake , i have already done it many times the black cloud is disappearing , thanks to the heavy rain which made me walk 9 km in dark rainy night , but it also provides the oppurtunity of a long awaiting rendezvous with the self part of myself , it was 12 in the midnight i was walking alone thinking about every thing i could possibly think of , there was the time , there will be the time , is that all i wanted from this life , will i be able to get this , its going to be a failure , its all faith , god is behind every scene i witnessed , no the karma is one i should think about ....and here i missed a bus which could have ease my porblem a little bit , but doesnt matter "kya 6 aur kya 9 km" .... and then it begin again ....there were a lots of if and why ...it was like finding a new me full with if and why's , i was repenting for everything i couldn't get ... than again i was scoulding myself for repenting than comes the karma part .... and soon i realize my true potential ... it jalebi making ...i always do this to myself whenever i am stuck , i made chutia out of me ... i know the art how to fool yourself , how to confuse your self ... this karma and god are nothing but two major excuse classes i have been using since i was a child whenever i want to feel great i manuplate myself by thinking about society and its welfare ground reality is zero ..' not a single work on which i can feel proud ' no problem,  i convinced myself  that thinking about somethign is more important than doing it actually ...so all i do is just thinking and self conversation ... and i use it as a weapon , a weapon against myself ...." a stray dog sudddenly drag all my attention .. "dog bite hurts " ...i tried to act like hey u are just a dog , but inside i was feeling like standing in front of a lion in some sahara jungle...khair nothing happens .. and yes i was coming to the conclusion ... either i am smart .. i can make fool of anyone , or i am a dumb "jiska koi bhee kaat sakta hai" but whatever it is , this game ....is  crossing all the limits ... even right now what i doing .. i am trying to feel great by saying all this , and on otherhand i am telling you about telling you to feel modest .&lt;br /&gt;but one thing is sure ... there something is wrong .... somethign is really messy ... right now i can not find it ... but  i am atleast sure about one thing  " not to trust myself ... neither me nor myself are trustable ..both of them are juggler of the word they never mean anything ... and here is my problem i am not even sure about this sure fact , as it might be just another trick of  this 'me'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run , as fast as you can ,&lt;br /&gt;go , as far as you can ,&lt;br /&gt;dig deep ...deeper ...&lt;br /&gt;until you find a place to hide ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant find a place to hide ,&lt;br /&gt;wanna change this whole life&lt;br /&gt;a new start wiil be good enough&lt;br /&gt;to take me high in the sky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112713829812763122?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112713829812763122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112713829812763122' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112713829812763122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112713829812763122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-next-caution-not-worth-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112668127087368700</id><published>2005-09-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:01:10.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"toilet ....caution"&lt;br /&gt;today i read something really funny on toilet shower ...one you use to wash after you are through .....&lt;br /&gt;it says .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"caution --&lt;br /&gt;do not wash with acid or detergent&lt;br /&gt;use normal water&lt;br /&gt;to clean yout fittings ...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112668127087368700?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112668127087368700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112668127087368700' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112668127087368700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112668127087368700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112617857327242012</id><published>2005-09-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:22:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>बिन कहे चले जाते है जो&lt;br /&gt;कभी बाद में याद आते हैं वो&lt;br /&gt;दर्द की आवाज नहीं होती&lt;br /&gt;वर्ना वापिस चले आते वो&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहता है दिल आज ये&lt;br /&gt;काश ये काश ना होता&lt;br /&gt;जो भी मांगा था जीवन से&lt;br /&gt;काश वो मेरा अपना होता&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112617857327242012?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112617857327242012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112617857327242012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112617857327242012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112617857327242012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112617635977417333</id><published>2005-09-08T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:45:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>दूर कहीँ चला गया वो&lt;br /&gt;लेकर सपनो की बारात&lt;br /&gt;कह रही है रात अब&lt;br /&gt;होगी सुबह मुलाकात&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112617635977417333?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112617635977417333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112617635977417333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112617635977417333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112617635977417333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112590954944020092</id><published>2005-09-05T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:38:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are free ?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are many things in this life we want to know about but sometimes we just feels like a ‘kathputli’ … I don’t know how much you feel the strings around you .. But one thing is sure that there isn’t much space available for free movement. I always felt that suffocation and limit ness is trying to go over me again and again …but I am not that &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;easily defeat able I am the survivor I know where the horizon is, I know where the limit lies, yes it is very close and the movement is restricted but there is a way ..We just need to find it and follow it …….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112590954944020092?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112590954944020092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112590954944020092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112590954944020092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112590954944020092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-free-there-are-many-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112558597829082507</id><published>2005-09-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:46:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bloggers pride ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we blog??? Do you have an answer if yes please convey it to me because i really dont know ..... The mall , DT city center , if you want to know what it is just ask a bachelor like me , and what i did today just refuses The DT , can you imagine for what .....just to write this blog .. what i want to achieve from this d-verma@blogspot.com ....this is certainly not a diary , diaries are personal and private , diary is like a repository where you can store all your memories , sorry not all , it's a place where you can kept all your sorted selected memories . This blogging is getting bigger and bigger and if you want to measure it just go to zxcv-blog.blogspot.com then go to comments and check RAT ....yes its a blogger , infact they are The Bloggers .....they are like a community with surname blogger ... every one of them is having around 800 to 900 posts ...And here i am , questioning this whole concept ...in my fifth blog ... i can understand why "youthcurry" but why d-verma ? I think i have an answer , but it's just too person specific and i cant generalise it , in my case i think there is an eternal desire to be a writer , and i just dont qualifies . so here i am writing this blog for that " writer deepak " , i know i can kill him but i just want to keep him alive again dont know why? Enough ...no more why? i think they should modify OXFORD and include this why under the synonym of infinity.. this is really endless ....and a good excuse for not doing something ...but you know as a blogger what i like the most "comments" they are like chicken soup for blogger .. he started his blog just for writing and then ...these comments ...yeh i got a reader .. i should write another one for him ... i think i have got my answer ...have you got yor answer " why you blog"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112558597829082507?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112558597829082507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112558597829082507' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112558597829082507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112558597829082507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloggers-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112541469448026386</id><published>2005-08-30T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:38:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just after a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all happened just after the movie , i was all stoned my senses were aching like they just going to die aur they just coming out from effect of anesthesia , why we go for this type of movies . Aren't movies just meant for pure intertainment , like no-entry you go inside take a healthy laughter session ( caution in case of no entry their can be severe complexities due to excessive laugh) . Than why swadesh , and today this flick mangal pandey , why these filmmakers are doing these types of crime by making such heavy movies , yes you are thinking rigth their are even more heavier movies like arth, aur mirch masala ,another one in which depti naval is being sold many times .....bottom line is why this heavy cinema , why sensitive and sensible movie when all we want is just the fun , thats why i spend my 150 / - to get entertainment , isn't this entertainment only aim of our life , for example .. i decided to come to gurgaon because i want fun , you decided other cities because you want fun , sometime money can play more superior role but again we want money so that we can enjoy this life better later . my mother always used to say " kutta bhee apni jagah ko poonch se saaf karke baithta hai " although it meant different thing that time ( those of you have seen my room can guess easily ) ...so why cant we do it , confused .. ok i promised my friends to not to be cryptic , so here it is in simple flat words ..'when dogs are that much concerned about thereself ..why cant we give some time to ourself , " kutta bhee to doosre kutte ke baithne ki jagah theek nahin karta " . Can you give me even a single good reason why i should be worried about someone dying due to starvation , you can ask jha and jain i am having more food than ever before , or you can check my waist , so as long as i am getting food , i dont care about the rest of the world and thats what we human do, those who finding my words strange and selfish ...can ask a simple question to themselves ..what matters most to them , ... just fun and facility .... if you think the same , we are on our highway to heaven , we gonaa get every thing that we desired for ourself in this life ... no i just dont feel shame in my eyes when i saw a 3 year old begging at howrah station with a infant with her , and there is another girl ..what will you do if your icecream fall down on the floor of an indian railways sleeper coach , and what she did ...ridiculus she just pick it up and yes you are rigth she ate it .....see i am talking about social issues and i am touched isn't that enough .... so why cant we just have fun while we are watching movie and having out dinner at ruby's tuesday ...yehhhh together we can and we will , so there is a resolution " now onwards i'll watch movies just for fun , and even if they try to say smthign heavy we just ignore it as long as it dont involved us " .... so ccheers for our happy and successful career and future ...&lt;br /&gt;have fun .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112541469448026386?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112541469448026386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112541469448026386' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112541469448026386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112541469448026386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-after-movie-its-all-happened-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112503469698634273</id><published>2005-08-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:38:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"main ruk nahin sakta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koi chaahe kuchh bhee kahe maine soch liya thaa ki mujhe life mein kuch karke hi dikhana hoga... aur yeh chaahat hi bani karan har cheej kaa...jaane kahan se woh achanak ek din humari zindagi mein aa gaya ...aur bina jyaada ho halle ke woh hum mein se ek ban chuka thaa ...sahyad ise hi bhagya kehte hai jiska likha naa koi jaan paaya hai naa jan paayega ..kitne khush the hum sabhee aisa lag raha thaa zinagi ki ghadi keval basant pe aake ruk gayee hai charo taraf keval phool hi phool khile huye hain mausam kabhee itna khushgavar naa thaa humne saath hi apna pehla show bhee kiya uske aane se pehle hum laakh koshisho ke bad bhee kuchh kar nahin paa rahe the aur uske aate hi sab ekdum se badal gaya har patta usi ke charo taraf ghumne laga , hum log neev rakh chuke the "pratayansha" kee . ek ke baad ek aisa lag raha thaa jaise bus ab taare hi rah gaye hain chhune ke liye ...lekin taare itne pass nahin unko chhuna bhee aasan nahin ..aur sapne woh to jaise apne hote hi nahin kabhee nahin ..ek jhatke mein sab bikhar gaya indian idol ki aandhi hamare chhote se group ko ek hi jhatke mein apne saath baha le gayee , woh jaise hamre beech aaya tha usse bhee shant tarike se woh nikal gaya ... ...   aaj woh ek bada singer banne wala thaa har kisi ko juban par bus ek hi naam thaa "ravi kumar" uski pehli hi album itni badi hit huyee ki bhartiya music industry ka saara itihaas hi badal gaya ..yehi sapna humne bhee dekha thaa lekin 'pratyansha' ke saath par woh , woh sab kuchh paa rahaa thaa jo humne socha thaa ....l' pagal hi nahin karte pyar' sab gunguna rahe the ...lekin kamee thee to bus 'pratyansha' ki ..kahin door gumnaami ke andhere mein hum charo abhee bhee pratyansha kp jeevit rakhne ki kosish mein lage the lekin suraj ko yeh manjoor naa thaa usne IBM join kar li , mayank bhee jyaada din nahin ruk saka aur apne gaaon chala gaya ...rah gaye to bus main aur sanjeev . lekin bhagwan hain , aur humein pehchan mili ravi ke dosto ke roop mein , jaise hi logo ko pata chala hum ravi ke saath the unhe 'woh baithee munder pe ' tak achchha lagne laga ... kuchh naye ladko ke saath  humne apna safar phir shuru kiya ....ek pehchan ke saath " singer ravi kumar ke dost " ravi ne humein movies mein bhee kaam dilaya .... pehchan ki gaadi humein apne saath mumbai le gayee yaha borivali mein maine aur sanjeev ne ek flat le liya aur ek car bhee , kuchh dino mein sanjeev ki shaadi ek baar phir hum sub ko ek saath le aayi ek hi pandaal ke neeche , humne milkar bahut dino baad .. " yeh zindagi in raat ki galiyo mein " bhee saath gaya .. sab kuchh kitna haseen lag raha thaa ...jaise phir wahi basant laut aaya ho ..ravi ka jaadu sabhee ke sir chadh ke bola ...sanjeev ki shadi ..hum sabhee ke liye sirf naye bhabhee nahin  "ravi's-ranch" bhee leke aayee ...aur dekhte hi dekhte teen suprhit albums , har music channel pe sirf ek hi naam thaa ravi's-ranch  MTV award ki party mein mayank aur suraj bhee aaye , hum sabhee chahte the ki woh bhee "ravi's-ranch" ko join karein lekin ravi koi risk nahin lena chahta thaa ...aur phir hona kya thaa woh dono wapis laut gaye lekin ,shayad ravi's-ranch ke liye yahi sahi bhee tha lekin "pratayansha" ke liye nahin ...woh mara hua jinn phir botal se bahar aa gaya aur main mayank aur suraj ko lekar phir nikal pada pratyansha ki khoj mein ...hum phir se yaad kar sakte the woh dilli ke dhakke lekin tab sanjeev bhee thaa ...lekin in gujre huye saalo ne hum sub mein kuchh atirikt daal diya thaa aur humein iska poorn aabhaas thaa ....isi beech ravi's-ranck ka ek aur superhit album aa gayaa ... par is baar cover par sanjeev ki photo dekh humein kuchh samajh mein nahin aaya khair humein apne struggle ke duar mein ek aur high profile party mein jaane ka bhee mauka mila ..humne prataynsha ke liye jaan laga di , lekin har kisi ne sirf yahi poochha ..ravis-ranch vaapis kub join kar raheho ...kya jawab deta mein ..pata nahin .. poore do saal ...teen albums .. aur koi response nahin, koi major distributor nahin  ...phir wahi tootan wahi ghutan saamne baahein failaaye khadi thee ...aur maine bhee daman thaam liya thaa is haar kaa ..meri jeevan sangini ban chuki thee yeh haar lekin ...nahin marne diya to bus "pratyansha" ko aankhon mein safalta ki aasha liye suraj ne is duniya ko alvida kah diya ...log kahte hai drugs over dose thee ... main aur mayank vaapis laut gaye ravi's-ranch mein , mayank ko bhee aankhir pata chal hi gaya safata kya hoti hai 15 saalo mein pehla hit album , ....kyun hota hai yeh har baar , aankhir kya jaadu hai isme , kahan kami rah gayee meri saadhna mein , kyun har baar muje sahara lena padta hai aankhir kyun  ..kaise bhool saktaa hoon mein woh din 12 april 2014 ..."sunhari yaadein " ki release party ... har koi is nayee hone wali hit ki khushi mein saari duniya se sharab khatam karne pe tula hua thaa ...mayak shayad pehli baar itne saare logo ko autograh de raaha thaa ...sanjeev ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si santushti thee .... aur phir ravi ne yeh album dedicate kar di suraj ko .. laga jaise hum sabhee phir saath aa gaye hai ... mujhe kitne saaf yaad hain woh shabd ..."hum paanch dosto ne zindagi ka safar ek saath shuru kiya ..pratyansha ke saath" pratyansha sunye hi main vaapis kho chuka thaa usi purane ateet mein sabhee achanak mujhe dekh hasne lage ...mujhe beech mein gira kai logo ne mere upar thuka , to kuchh failure failure chillane lage ...main unhe har woh hit gaana baat raha thaa jo ravis-ranch ka superhit thaa lekin woh log nahin ruke aur main jaa pahuncha stage pe , pata nahin kahanse mere haath mein mike aa gaya ..charo taraf dhol bajne lage , saamne pade guiotar aage badh khud hi taaro se khele lage ... shabd mere hoonton ko chhodne ko betab ho uthe main nahin jaanta thaa main kya kar raha hoon ...mere hothon ke hilne se kuchh shabd bahar aa rahe the ''''&lt;br /&gt;        "kaash jeevan swapan hota ,,&lt;br /&gt;            yaa mera swapan jeevan hota ,&lt;br /&gt;                 kuchh nahin to jeevan sach hota,&lt;br /&gt;...tabhee paat nahin kahan se mere kaam ruk gaye ek surili arthpurn aawaz par "jeevan ko khel naa samajhna , yeh jeevan to bus chalta jaata hai...."&lt;br /&gt;ravi hi ki aawaz thee woh , aur tabhee wahan khade har aadmi ne ravi ke saath gaana shuru kar diya lights man smajhdar thaa ... main apme andhero main laut chuka thaa , lekin woh din kuchh alag thaa , kamre ki deeware mujhe dhakka dene lagi , aur pata nahin kub maine paas rakhe doosre mike ka ek aur prayog dhoondh nikaala , wahan charo taraf sirf khoon thaa aur main us talab ke bilkul beech mein  khada thaa ... ek dum vichar shoonya ....mere hoonth ek baar phir hile ....kaash jeevan swapan hota ...&lt;br /&gt;...yaa mera swapan jeevan hota ...&lt;br /&gt;kuchh nahin to jeevan sach hota ...&lt;br /&gt;par kuchh to hota jispar vishwas kar sakta ......&lt;br /&gt; mujhe rokne waala koi nahin thaa... main shayad ab duniyaa mian sabse aage aa chuka thaa mujhse aage koi naa thaa ....&lt;br /&gt;ravis-ranch ki aankhiri yaad "sunhari yaadein" aaj bhee sabse badi hit maani jaati hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaj mere saath wale cell mein naya qaidi aaya hai ..usne aate hi mayank.sanjeev ki "ravi ki yaadein --vol 5 " laga diya ...to sab ekdum se taaja ho gaya ...lekin yahab jail mein maine apna saamy bekar nahin kiya hai ...yahan hum paanch logo ne " pratyansha " ko naya jeevan dene ki koshish ki hai bahar nikalte hi hum " jeevan kaa safar release karenge" ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maana taare bahut door sahi ,&lt;br /&gt;lekin mujhe bhee hai yakin,&lt;br /&gt;ek din paa hi lunga main ,&lt;br /&gt;woh sab jo socha thaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepak verma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112503469698634273?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112503469698634273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112503469698634273' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112503469698634273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112503469698634273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/08/main-ruk-nahin-sakta-koi-chaahe-kuchh.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15574347.post-112479691995334155</id><published>2005-08-23T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T04:35:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“What went wrong …?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was looking for the reasons, but there is no one who can console him, I doubt if anyone can be able to understand the pain, the feelings he is going through , why he is so weird , why cant he live like us , we the normal human being , he is crazy , baby , crazy , and we?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who we are, infect what we are, ok you are saying there is a clear line between crazy and us, and we the people are surely not crazy at all , I can guarantee you about myself I am totally sane , saner than the sanest &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that’s the reason why I am writing this wonderful piece of art , only intellectuals do this king of stuff , surely I am neither you nor crazy I am intellectual , I am the one who discuss about everything , I have a thousands of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;opinions , I am the one who can change this world , but I am not the one , because we intellectuals don’t change this world , we love to talk just talk , we love to show our love , all we care about is that everyone know how much we care, we do all of it because we are intellectual …indeed .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok let’s come back to you the normal Indians... Sometimes crowned with the tag of “the great Indian middle class”... … … ….. if there is anyone normal that’s we , because we know what is necessary for our life , we are too busy in gathering the food , clothes and shelter and sometimes AC and OPTRA , we know why he is sad , and we also know why he is mad , he is useless&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as useless as those intellectuals , they don’t know what the real problem is , they don’t know the anything about heart and soul , they are just abnormal , we know that only great man can build a great nation , but here everything is a mess , there is no light in the city from last 5 days , roads are full with potholes , street light already became part of the history .. This whole system is dead, or I should say deadlier than the deadliest…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….am I the only one staring at the sun …there are great philosophers thousand of activists and socialists there is this great Indian Diaspora... still I want the answer ..This has been an unanswered question since too long …&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;“What went wrong?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                                                                                                                             &lt;/o:p&gt;The-end …&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I already said we intellectual do not have the answer …. Do you? It’s been the most shameful day of my life I am not even able to give answer to this CRAZY.. Don’t know what he wants… What he is up to …strange isn’t it…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112479691995334155?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112479691995334155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112479691995334155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112479691995334155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112479691995334155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-went-wrong-he-was-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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-15574347.post-112479682379415185</id><published>2005-08-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:39:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                &lt;/span&gt;                                        “From emptiness”&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some times empty ness can give us something full with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fullness and its one of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the better things happened to me in this life … when I was a child … no I don’t remember any fever .. but it was surely something which has a great impact on my life , I was a dreamer &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;,no I am a dreamer ,.. a big time dreamer , one who likes this virtual world more than any real phenomena&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;. so you want to judge me … am I a freak … or am I a psycho .. no I am just a dreamer .. and in my fairy world monster are a valid point , every thing is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not white or black there is a lot of grey in my world , I wish I could show you my world … there is a journey from fantasy to tragedy … why this reality is so cruel why it cant be as sweet as&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dreams … they are indeed not the sweetest thing , but they are sweet and I am happy with the amount of sweetness&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;presents …where the hell I am heading , why there is such imbalance , disorder seems to most ordered functionality is my this pretty real world … I want to do a lots of things but my ultimate desire is just the word ‘WANT’ I want to have this feeling of want , seems like an endless limitless , un-measurable&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;journey ….when will it comes to a halt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15574347-112479682379415185?l=d-verma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/feeds/112479682379415185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15574347&amp;postID=112479682379415185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112479682379415185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15574347/posts/default/112479682379415185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-verma.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-emptiness-some-times-empty-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepak Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183640858643999918</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></feed>
