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but to one person you may be the world.

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There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the &lt;br /&gt;Same golden telephone with the same sign under it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in China and&lt;br /&gt;He asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 &lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;Could talk to God. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'O.K., thank you,' said the American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He then traveled to Pakistan , Srilanka , Russia , Germany and France . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same '$10,000 &lt;br /&gt;Per call' sign under it.&lt;br /&gt;The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if Indians had the same phone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;He arrived in India , and again, in the first church he entered, there &lt;br /&gt;Was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One &lt;br /&gt;Rupee per call.' &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The American was surprised so he &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;asked the priest about the sign. &lt;br /&gt;'Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden&lt;br /&gt;Telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;But in the US the price was $10,000 per call. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so cheap here?' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest smiled and answered, 'You're in India now, Son - it's a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local&lt;br /&gt;Call'.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only heaven on the Earth.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Register here for easy money</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/08/register-here-for-easy-money.html</link><category>Offers</category><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:03:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-5099442632065122123</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://www.AWSurveys.com/HomeMain.cfm?RefID=harsha1780"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.AWSurveys.com/Pictures/AWS_ad1_300300.jpg" width="300" 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url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJiouOWlq255wQ9UhFyL8f6FiigIITW4VenuFt0y7pLC6b5hl0sH5pZOw_7Xmar9kD5UnAkF3hZkJ-b6YK69Vwh75iV8sFEnxsrLI1A73haXoLj-YXmZjQRKnE7b5h7gUKsO6wydEY58f/s72-c/1.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>30 lines to make you smile</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/30-lines-to-make-you-smile.html</link><category>love quotes</category><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 08:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-3053321111505012116</guid><description>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn’t.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don’t suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people are alive only because it’s illegal to kill them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t take life too seriously; no one gets out alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’re just jealous because the voices only talk to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m not a complete idiot; Some parts are missing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God must love stupid people; He made so many.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gene pool could use a little chlorine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever stop to think, and forget to start again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being “over the hill” is much better than being under it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastinate Now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hangover is the wrath of grapes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ham and eggs. A day’s work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trouble with life is there’s no background music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smile because I don’t know what the hell is going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Love Quotes That makes you Smile</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-quotes-that-makes-you-smile.html</link><category>love quotes</category><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:02:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-2019790398148587843</guid><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I know that somewhere in the Universe exists my perfect soulmate -- but looking for her is much more difficult than just staying at home and ordering another pizza." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he's a baby." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy; if not, you'll become a philosopher." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>making of sivaji</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/making-of-sivaji.html</link><category>movies</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:14:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-3578365030389564699</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThCPDH2PaxE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThCPDH2PaxE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>sivaji tamil trailer</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/sivaji-tamil-trailer.html</link><category>movies</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-78163174746504902</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkQDRWnwGEM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkQDRWnwGEM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>shivaji telugu trailer</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/shivaji-telugu-trailer.html</link><category>movies</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 01:55:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-5001999259051636448</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJ9YuQpKPcI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJ9YuQpKPcI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Meet a partner of your dreams</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-partner-of-your-dreams.html</link><category>Friends</category><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 11:01:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-4843914491367078510</guid><description>&lt;script src="http://banners.friendfinder.com/piclist?p=piclist_links&amp;pid=g871870-pmem&amp;site=ff"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Comedy clip from Khatarnak</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/comedy-clip-from-khatarnak.html</link><category>comedy</category><pubDate>Thu, 7 Jun 2007 23:16:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-6804321598054443304</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOjCyftqTRk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOjCyftqTRk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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Focus outward. Keep your attention outside yourself, toward a particular flirting target or toward the general social environment. You can't flirt while you're self-absorbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While flirting, follow up with a helpful comment. That helps them know you are kind, not just light-heartedly rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Body Language: Straighten up, good posture, shoulders relaxed, arms uncrossed, lean forward slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have fun. Be playful, light-hearted and spontaneous. Show your vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Compliment. Compliment your flirting partner. The best compliments have the element of surprise. The "flirtee" will know that you really noticed them. Remember, your compliments must be honest, sincere and genuine. When you receive a compliment the best response is merely to say Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Use your eyes. Whether in conversation or across the room, look at your target's eyes a little longer than necessary, and keep a small smile on your own face while you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Smile. It is contagious. It will make you so much more approachable. A smile lights up your face and draws people to you.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>You are a true Hyderabadi if:</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-true-hyderabadi-if.html</link><category>jokes</category><pubDate>Wed, 6 Jun 2007 00:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-6782909314372186092</guid><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH number 56-678/4A/B-22), while you actually live in the second house beside Zamzam cafe in lane behind Anand Theatre on SP Road &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo, designer jewellery show, science show or an automobile convention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles", "Navrotten Kurma", "Chicken Manchewurea" or "American Chompsee".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your answer is 'seedha chale jao' when somebody asks you for directions, whether it is to Malakpet, Masab Tank, Malkajgiri or Moosapet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You come across tailors sporting the board: Immidiot delivery in two days onli.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can speak Hindi, Urdu, hyderabadi hinglish, except Telugu, fluently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ask the waiter to get you some 'Mango pickle' even if you are sitting at a lavish continental banquet dinner with exotic Chinese, Mexican,Italian and Lebanese cuisines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You order for a tea just after having had a Caramel custard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have at least one Srinivas,Prasad, Raju or Venkatesh within six square feet. OR you have at least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance with these names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance in the US in software&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Everytime somebody gives you a piece of good news, the first thing you ask them is 'Party kab hain?'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refer to any past as 'parso', be it yesterday or long before three hundred years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You call 11 AM as subah subah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You label your boss as 'Dimakh Kharab'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You are 15 minutes late and you feel you are on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You look at the fixed price stand and still ask 'dene ka bolo'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Single Boyz</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/single-boyz.html</link><category>For Boys</category><pubDate>Tue, 5 Jun 2007 23:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-6687680473881272928</guid><description>Boys are like apples on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls don't want to reach for the good ones&lt;br /&gt;because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;that aren't as good, but easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them,&lt;br /&gt;when in reality, they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That is why we just have to be a little patient and the right girl,&lt;br /&gt;the one who will come someday.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Guys if u are alone...this means that u r on top..........!!!!&lt;br /&gt;likes a chance to find the good, right apple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OptionalSend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this to all the boys who you know is at the top of the tree and to all girls who are having rotten apples............!!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>hyderabadi jokes</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/hyderabadi-jokes.html</link><category>jokes</category><pubDate>Tue, 5 Jun 2007 10:04:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-1509688833904418852</guid><description>&lt;span class="article-bg"&gt;n Hyderabad we have our own little Johnny. His name is Howla. His&lt;br /&gt;father is ambitious to educate Howla.&lt;br /&gt;Howla goes to school in Tappa Chabutra. Its principal was educated in Urdu&lt;br /&gt;high school and claims that he passed tenth class!&lt;br /&gt;There is a school inspection the next day and the conversation is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Kal inispector ayinga. Kochanaa (questions) puchinga.&lt;br /&gt;               Sab achaa padkey aau. Koi galath answer deengaa naa tho main&lt;br /&gt;                uske pairaan thodtoom.&lt;br /&gt; Howla: Iski maakki. Kyun aara inispector? Kaam nai hai usku? Kya&lt;br /&gt;              kochanaa puchta kathey?&lt;br /&gt; Teacher: Abey tereku kaiku re, tu kal school aanaaich nai. Tu tera moo&lt;br /&gt;                 khola to gaaliaan nikaltey. Tereku main absent nai daalthaum.&lt;br /&gt;                 Ghar pe baithkey gotiyaan khel. Tu school aayingaa to inispector&lt;br /&gt;                 ke saamney mere izzat ki biryaani karke khaaingaa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Howla is excited, goes home and tells his father that he is not&lt;br /&gt;going to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Father:  Yeah kyaa hai..ischool hai paan ka dabba hai? Gaand pe&lt;br /&gt;               maartaun saale tu ischool nai gaya to.&lt;br /&gt; Howla: Arey Bava, mera teacher bola nakko aao bolke.&lt;br /&gt; Father: Usku akhal hai! Begum suno! Howla ischool nai jayinga kathey&lt;br /&gt;             kal.Agar iney ischool nai gaya to kaise padhinga? Howla, agar&lt;br /&gt;              tu kal ischool nahin gaya naa, tere haathan pairaan thod daaltaum.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Howla cries and finally agrees to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Next day in school,  Teacher is very upset to see Howla back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Teacher: Arey teri maakki. Nakko aao bole to bhi kaiko aaya re ?&lt;br /&gt; Howla:    Mera bava gaand phodtum bola ischool nai gaya to.&lt;br /&gt; Teacher: offo?! Tera bava bola? Theek hai chal. Last bench pe baith aur&lt;br /&gt;                  inispector aya to chchup jaa. Dikhnaich nai. Kuch bhi gadbad&lt;br /&gt;                  karinga naa meri noukri lag jayingi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Howla goes to sit in the last bench hiding behind a tall guy.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector comes for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Adaab.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:  Adaab saab. Bachen acha padrain saab. Kochchanaa puchey to&lt;br /&gt;                 answeraan yun bolte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Abaa? Offo! Ithney kilever hai aapke bachchey?&lt;br /&gt;                  Achchaa, ek bahuth easy sawaal - Hamarey body mein sab se&lt;br /&gt;                  nazook cheez kaun si hai?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey Imtiyaz tu bata rey!&lt;br /&gt;Imtiyaz:   Saab, Khaleja saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Aisa! ..... woh kyun?&lt;br /&gt;Imtiyaz:   Saab, khaleja hai to sab kuch hota. Agar woh gaya naa, kuch bhi&lt;br /&gt;                 nahin hota saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Abaa, kya tez potta hai rey! Aur koi?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey Akram, tu bata re.&lt;br /&gt;Akram: Saab bheja saab. Bhejey! ku khuch bhi hua to kuch yaad nahin rehta&lt;br /&gt;               saab. Haathaan pairaan kaam nai karthey, iscooter ku kick bhi nai maar&lt;br /&gt;               sakthey saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Abey Teacher, kya kya padaaraa re inku tu. Chutiye ke jaiseich&lt;br /&gt;                  answeraan bolrai naa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Howla is trying very hard to hide but Inspector sees&lt;br /&gt;him. He thinks Howla is hiding because he does not know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Woh last bench pe yun jhuk ke baithaa naa woh pottey ka naam&lt;br /&gt;                  kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:  kaun saab? .......Woh! (iski bhain ku, kaiku dikhaa re tu)Woh&lt;br /&gt;                Howla hai saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Howla? Ye kya naam hai? Kahan-kahan se lagaathey re bhai&lt;br /&gt;                   naamaan! Howla, woh lambu ke peechchey kaiku chchup raa tu?&lt;br /&gt;Howla:      Saab main moo khola to teacher maaringi saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Tereku yaa mereku??&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey kya baath kar reh saab, main kaiku maarthaum aapku. Ye&lt;br /&gt;                potta ekdam badmaash hai saab, jhoot bolraa. Abey Howla,&lt;br /&gt;                answer maloom hain to bol nai tho khaamoosh baith jaa mere baap&lt;br /&gt;                tere pau padthaum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howla:    Saab sabse nazook cheez apne body mein Gaand hai saab.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Allah!! Iney moo khola meri gaand lag gayi re!!!&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Abey kyaa to bhi bolra re! Sharam kar badon ke saamney&lt;br /&gt;                  aisaich baathaan karthey! Yeich sikhaaye tumhaarey&lt;br /&gt;                  amma-bavaa? Gaand kahaan kaa answer hai re?&lt;br /&gt;Howla:    Hau saab, gaand ich sabse naazook cheez hai.&lt;br /&gt;                Kaiku boletho wahaan pe dilli mein baamb phata ...Yahan Hydrabad mein&lt;br /&gt;               apni gaand phat thi ... ..Yahaan old ci! ty mein gadbadaan shuru&lt;br /&gt;                hothey...wahaan new city mein sabki gaand phat thi.&lt;br /&gt;                Uttaa kaiku saab, main yeh answer bolraun naa, mere teacher ki gaand&lt;br /&gt;                phatri dekho!!!!&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Love Poems</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-poems.html</link><category>Love Poems</category><pubDate>Tue, 5 Jun 2007 09:59:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-1793811279017211020</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                    A special world for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   A special bond one cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                     Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                     And though at times a thread may break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   A new one forms in its wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;                  I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;                  to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;                  the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;                  the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;                  and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;                  Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;                  with anyone other than you.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item><item><title>Love quotes</title><link>http://2dil.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-quotes.html</link><category>love quotes</category><pubDate>Tue, 5 Jun 2007 09:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247976831672850482.post-829571995266262867</guid><description>A Friend's Love says:&lt;br /&gt;                " If you ever need anything,&lt;br /&gt;                I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 True Love says:&lt;br /&gt;                " You'll never need anything;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                 I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  Love is a decision not an emotion or feeling,&lt;br /&gt;                that if made from the heart will outlast anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    One look&lt;br /&gt;                  One smile&lt;br /&gt;                  One touch&lt;br /&gt;                  One embrace&lt;br /&gt;                  One kiss&lt;br /&gt;                  One love&lt;br /&gt;                  Two people&lt;br /&gt;                  Two minds&lt;br /&gt;                  Two souls&lt;br /&gt;                  Two destinies&lt;br /&gt;                  One road&lt;br /&gt;                  One journey&lt;br /&gt;                  One ending&lt;br /&gt;                  Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   What makes a weak man brave&lt;br /&gt;                  And a king step off his throne&lt;br /&gt;                  Good times, bad times&lt;br /&gt;                  Easy times, tough times&lt;br /&gt;                  It comes in an instant&lt;br /&gt;                  And lasts three days after forever&lt;br /&gt;                  That's what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>harsha.btp@gmail.com (poet)</author></item></channel></rss>