<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Devil Prody</title><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Devil Prody</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Number game</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#000099 size=2><STRONG>Hello everybody.... Can any genius solve the following problem ? </STRONG></FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#000099 size=2><STRONG>Take the Numbers 6, 7, 8, 9 using operators addition, minus, multiplication and divison, you have to get 133. No operators or numbers should be used more than once. </STRONG></FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#000099 size=2><STRONG></STRONG></FONT> </P><BR><P> </P><BR><P> </P><BR><P> </P><BR><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:20:47 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/22/Number-game.html</link></item><item><title>to name a few.....</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT color=#990000><STRONG>What is the most saddest thing that a person has and would not like it to happen to others ???? Some one asked me this today while travelling.... I answered her...a child loosing parents at his/her early age.....She answered to some extent... Her answer was "A person not having any friends, relatives and leaving all alone...." What about parents loosing their children ?? Many such hypothetical questions... </STRONG></FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT color=#990000><STRONG>How true it is we human beings are social and so frustrating it is not to have anyone nearby to share or care for anything...Child, Parents, Friends,Relatives....to name a few...</STRONG></FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><STRONG></STRONG> </P><BR><P> </P><BR><P> </P><BR><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 16:49:18 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/29/to-name-a-few.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left><STRONG><FONT color=#6600cc><U>Money Honey</U> </FONT></STRONG></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left><STRONG><FONT color=#6600cc><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></STRONG> </P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left><STRONG><FONT color=#6600cc>I met money one day. I said, "You are just a piece of paper." <o:p></o:p></FONT></STRONG></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left><STRONG><FONT color=#6600cc>Money smiled and said, "Of course I'm a piece of paper, but I haven't seen a dustbin yet, in my life". <o:p></o:p></FONT></STRONG></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/724/3bcf8b25fa4f91a327882d7e68e10680/homep/images/1204863098">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 09:36:26 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/07/Untitled.html</link></item><item><title>Female bonding</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN">A woman without confidants and friends from the same sex risk early death and are often found to take longer periods to recover from bereavement and other trauma compared to those who have a bigger group of friends. A study from the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType w:st="on">University</st1:PlaceType> of <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">California</st1:PlaceName></st1:place> says female bonding activities serve as very important stress management strategies and they have qualifiable health benefits. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN">The study indicates women who turn to other women for friendship lower the risk of early death, they also heal faster in times of bereavement or other trauma. Woman-to-woman friendship bonding or 'hanging out with friends' serve the purpose of filling the emotional gaps. Besides, says the study published in Psychological review when women are under stress, the hormone oxytocin is released as part of the response to stress. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN">This encourages them to seek the company of other women, and when they are engaged, more oxytocin is released, which counters stress and has a calming effect, it says. "Women are more loyal and appreciative in their relationship so they possess a tendency to be bonded with each other," says Dr Aruna Broota, a well known psychiatrist and professor, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType w:st="on">University</st1:PlaceType> of <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Delhi</st1:PlaceName></st1:place>. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN">She says the relationship between women will be more deep and intense than that of between women and men because they are always ready to understand and value each other.</SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"></SPAN> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN lang=EN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"><STRONG><EM>source: PTI<o:p></o:p></EM></STRONG></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 16:01:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/26/Female-bonding.html</link></item><item><title>Where is the heart where is the heart !!</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#6600cc size=2>Many of you might have seen this pic......Enjoy and Merry Christmas-Krishmas to all of you my loving friends.....</FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#cc0000 size=2>This is the only man in the world whose heart is in the stomach. </FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#cc0000 size=2>Anyone want to hazard a guess as to location of his brains ???? </FONT></P><BR><P><FONT size=1><FONT size=2> </P></FONT></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/724/3bcf8b25fa4f91a327882d7e68e10680/homep/images/1198501864">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 18:36:04 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/24/Where-is-the-heart-where-is-the-heart.html</link></item><item><title>Wooooman</title><description><![CDATA[<H1 style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: auto 1.5in auto 0.5in"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> Nine words women use</SPAN></U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(1) Fine!:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">This is the word women use to end an argument when they think they are right and you need to shut up!<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(2) Five Minutes:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #00007f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">If she is getting dressed, this means a half an  hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(3) Nothing!:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #7f003f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine".</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #7f003f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(4) Go Ahead!:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #007f7f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #007f7f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(5) Mmm! (Loud Sigh):</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #ff007f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">This is not actually a word, but do men often misunderstand a non-verbal statement. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #ff007f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(6) That's Okay</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #7f007f; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">: </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(7) Thanks:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #033d3d; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">A woman is thanking you, do not question or reply. Just say you're welcome.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #033d3d; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">(8) Don't worry about it, I got it:</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"> </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking  "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.</SPAN></H1><H1 style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: auto 1.5in auto 0.5in"><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><STRONG>Learnt the 9th one today.</STRONG></SPAN></H1><H1 style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: auto 1.5in auto 0.5in"><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"><FONT color=#6600cc><FONT color=#660000>(9) Ssssorry</FONT>: Actually not feeling sorry, indirectly asking the man to keep quite!!!!!! Else be ready for #3.</FONT></SPAN></H1><H1 style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: auto 1.5in auto 0.5in"><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt">Man folks take note of these................</SPAN></H1><H1 style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: auto 1.5in auto 0.5in"><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt"></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN> </H1><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><DIV></DIV><DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:39:54 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/15/Wooooman.html</link></item><item><title>Stress Management</title><description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"><BR><P align=justify><BR><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.<BR><BR>He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you <BR>think this glass of water is?"<BR><BR>The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm.<BR><BR>"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long <BR>you hold it. If I hold it for a  minute, it is Ok.<BR><BR>If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I <BR>hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.<BR><BR>It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier <BR>it becomes."<BR><BR>"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not <BR>be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."<BR><BR>"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while <BR>before holding it up again."<BR><BR>We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be <BR>refreshed and are able to carry on.<BR><BR>So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work <BR>down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.<BR><BR>Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down <BR>for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have <BR>rested....<BR><BR>Rest and relax.<BR><BR>Life is short, enjoy it!!<BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"></P></FONT></SPAN>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 12:37:47 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/06/Stress.html</link></item><item><title>An Encounter</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>Last Saturday Night 12.30, dark, drizzling with lightning out side, the male frogs were singing on top of their voice in anticipation of a mate. I was alone in my small cottage with a peg of champagne in my hand, looking at the TV and trying to bring one or two celebrities heroines into my dream to have something out of nothing!!! What a poor state!!! My wife has left me a year back and never turned back even with a SMS to me forget about calls or email. I had given my best to keep her happy. Perhaps many of my male counterpart might not even think of doing, I had done it to keep the relationship growing or going, I still doubt on me, Was I doing all these ! I wanted to prove each time, I was better than any of her boy friends with whom she often compared me. May be I was not as good looking or as intelligent as the others but, I was always there at her time of woe. I used to keep my eyes &amp; ears shut when she never used to acknowledge my care for her to any of her friends. She still feels herself proud to be what she is!!! Is it a female ego? I don't believe in such comparison of male and female. Both are important in their position and they are complement and supplement to each other! What ever I was doing was she thinking these were my duties as a hubby, I was supposed to do? Duty as a hubby, am confused??? <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>Heard, my mobile was crying trying to get my attention may be tired of getting charged in the charger. Oh God is it going to explode? I saw a new number in the missed call. Who was this??? Thought may be some wrong call, but I recalled the same number was ringing while I was driving in the traffic. I tried calling back, it was switched off. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I sent a SMS," Hi, sorry I could not pick you, please SMS me who you are?" <o:p> </o:p></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>Morning I woke up as usual at 8 and found I had a massage. "Hi this is Reema, remember me? I guess you did so!!! Do call me once you wake up." I called her up and found she is never changed in these 15 years, bubbly, vibrating and warm in talking. She had come to my town to carry out a research programme. She works for an NGO. She got my mobile number through an advertisement in the local news paper. May be or may not be me, She wanted to take a chance. I invited her to my hut that evening. Looking at her I was a bit nervous, what to talk to a girl friend meeting after so many years, do not know how she would react now to my scrap jokes. Especially, girls, they change faster. I have never been a serious person. I was trying to balance all in all. She asked my how is my family life? I was looking blank. What to say? "Oh yeah fine, going on". Where is she? "Oh! She, she stays with her parents." How about kids? "Kids? Yeah only one daughter and she is in a boarding school at Panchkani." <o:p></o:p></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4></FONT> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>I asked her. "What about you?" "Yeah, I got married had three kids, two sons and a daughter. About him, he is software professional. too busy in his various projects, currently in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1:place>New Jersey</st1:place></st1:State>." What about your kids? "Yeah all are grown up and left them in a boarding school near <st1:City><st1:place>Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>." I could not control my scrap joke, oh so we both are married bachelors!!! We both had grown up a lot in these years.. Got older.but still we both bring cheers to anything we talk. We tried to catch up some glimpse of our past. <o:p> </o:p></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>"When we met each other in our college days, I used to be very shy, it was she who had approached me first hearing I was the topper in the class. We started getting friendly. We used to discuss everything with each other without having any secret or shy. Three years passed so fast in the college we did not know till we separated. Our friendship was more than a friendship with lots of care and respect for each other. We wished, we could have been together life long. She left for <st1:City><st1:place>Delhi</st1:place></st1:City> and I left for Chennai. Then we never met no phones, no letter, no contact."</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>By the time it was 8, we left for having some dinner in the near by Punjabi dhaba. Both of us have the same taste except that still she loves lots onion with tandoori chicken, I don't. Food was not our priority. We were too nostalgic of our college days and trying to recall one-one day of those 3 years we were together. <o:p></o:p></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4></FONT> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT size=4>On the way back I dropped her in the hotel where she was staying. Puffing off my cigar, I drove down to my cottage humming an old song,<o:p></o:p></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><o:p> </o:p>"O hansini meri hansini, kahan ud chali<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Mere armaanon ke pankh lagaake kahan ud chali<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Aaja meri saanson mein mahek raha re tera gajra<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Aaja meri raaton mein lahek raha re tera kajra<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Ho, aaja meri saanson mein mahek raha re tera gajra<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Ho, aaja meri raaton mein lahek raha re tera kajra<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">O hansini meri hansini, kahan ud chali<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Mere armaanon ke pankh lagaake kahan ud chali.."<o:p></o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"></SPAN> </P><P></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 10:04:34 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/06/An.html</link></item><item><title>One precious hour</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face=Verdana size=2>    <BR><BR>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 8-year old son waiting for him at the door.<BR><BR>"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"<BR><BR>"Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.<BR><BR>"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"<BR><BR>"That is none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.<BR><BR>"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" Pleaded the little boy.<BR><BR>"If you must know, I make 1000 rupees an hour."<BR><BR>"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I please borrow 500 rupees?"<BR><BR>The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work long hard hours everyday and don't have time for such this childish behavior!"<BR><BR>The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.<BR><BR>The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 500 rupees and he really didn't ask for money very often.<BR><BR>The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.<BR><BR>"Are you asleep, son?" he asked.<BR><BR>"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.<BR><BR>"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you, I am sorry. Here's the 500 rupees you asked for."<BR><BR>The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled. </FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face=Verdana><FONT size=2>Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some money.<BR><BR>The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.<BR><BR>The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.<BR><BR>"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.<BR><BR>"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have 1000 rupees now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."<BR><BR>It's just a short reminder to all of us working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2007 10:41:12 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/04/18/One-precious.html</link></item><item><title>The Fact</title><description><![CDATA[<EM>Why do we get hurt when  someone tells us the fact ? The fact we try to overlook or try not to face the reality for the sake of loosing something or missing something.  Facing the reality or running away from reality.. what am I doing !! I don't know... confused......Four walls crushing me from each side and I am tired off now running away. Yes I want to get crushed not to live anymore........ for the sake of making others feel happy for at least me;  not to be a perpetual trouble...Is it not a selfish world......Of course I too !!!!!!! </EM>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:19:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://expressyourself.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/03/24/The.html</link></item></channel></rss>