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Music has special colours which it splashes on everyone who engages with it, irrespective of caste, region, religion and gender. It is a language that’s common to all and everyone. It spreads and gets communicated through the allure, the spirit and the feel. One just needs to shut one’s eyes, feel, tap one’s feet to the rhythm and the beats that follow…. &lt;br /&gt;
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Music is transcendental and can also pass territories that otherwise seem so distant and stringent. The latest example we have of transcendental music is the latest Tanglish Kolaveri di song! The song is almost a rage and spreading like viral these days. The brilliant rhythm and colloquial language and phraseology are superbly blended with the happy attitude and perky singing on Dhanush’s part. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dhanush, the South Indian actor composed the song just in a manner of experiment and the song today is a huge hit amongst the youngsters! The song has a rascal red spirit and appeal to it. Just like Dulux’s rascal red colour shade, the song has a spicy, perky and fresh appeal to it. It’s rascal red in its take on life, it’s crazy fun magic on its listeners. &lt;br /&gt;
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Rascal red is not just a colour, it is a shade of life which has a pinch of mischief blended with lots of goodness of heart tossed well with harmless fun, finally garnished with many smiles. Kolaveri Di… is a rascal red song with all the bubble, pop and mischief! Heard it, yet? We are sure you have. Enjoy humming to the tune of some rascal red in your life!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Enrique Iglesias - Sad Eyes (Eric Kupper Club Mix)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1) A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he said "No". She had heard enough; she needed to leave.&lt;br /&gt;
As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don`t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."&lt;br /&gt;
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2) A man bought 12 flowers. 11 real and 1 fake. He said, "I will love you until the last flower dies."&lt;br /&gt;
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3) One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed &amp;amp; that it was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket &amp;amp; passed her a folded note.&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out &amp;amp; read it. "Without your love, I would die."&lt;br /&gt;
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4) There was a girl named Becca and a boy named Joe. Becca was in a burning house. None of the firefighters could get in the house because the fire was too big. Joe dressed in one of the fire suits and got into the house. When he got up the stairs, the steps fell off behind him. When he got into her room he sealed the door up behind him. He held her tight, kissed her, huged her, then said that he loved her. She asked what was wrong, and he said that he was going to die. Her eyes widened as she began to cry. He picked her up and jumped out of the four story house. He landed on his back with her on top of him. He died to save her life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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5) There was girl who loved a boy so much she said to the boy, "If I told you that I liked you, would you take it as a joke?"&lt;br /&gt;
The boy said, "Yes I would."&lt;br /&gt;
She asked, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;
The boy replied, "Because I know you don't like me, I know you love me!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6) Love Means... (a girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;
Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!&lt;br /&gt;
Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world. She didn't have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else. She always used to say that she'd marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that's when she finally saw her boyfriend. She was astonished to see that her boyfriend was blind. He told her, "You can see me now, can we get married?" She replied, "And do what? We'd never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you're still blind. It won't work out, I'm sorry."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, "I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual trying to catch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on the bus, came to my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back at her through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceeded to return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office. Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm. &lt;br /&gt;
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"Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on her face. "I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore." &lt;br /&gt;
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Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look so disappointed. You'd rather sleep than talk to me?" &lt;br /&gt;
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"I talk to you everyday, Preeti." &lt;br /&gt;
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"You also sleep everyday." &lt;br /&gt;
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"It's not enough." &lt;br /&gt;
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"So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?" &lt;br /&gt;
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You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up. I grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?" &lt;br /&gt;
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"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?" &lt;br /&gt;
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"Anurag called you last night." &lt;br /&gt;
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"How did you know?" She was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;
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"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday." &lt;br /&gt;
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"And you gave it to him?" &lt;br /&gt;
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"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."&lt;br /&gt;
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Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other guy she saw. And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a romantic nature. She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match, but if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd never say yes. She defined 'Hard-To-Get'. &lt;br /&gt;
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"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said. &lt;br /&gt;
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"No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!" &lt;br /&gt;
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That invited another punch in the arm. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about our joys and our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her about all my crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me to classical music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she 'owed me' for. &lt;br /&gt;
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And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched pretty hard. &lt;br /&gt;
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~*~ &lt;br /&gt;
It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I picked it up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Happy Birthday!" It was she. &lt;br /&gt;
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"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call to say Happy Birthday." &lt;br /&gt;
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"Well then open your door, dumbo!" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep -- with what seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates were supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everybody needs inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody needs a song&lt;br /&gt;
A &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; melody&lt;br /&gt;
When the nights so long&lt;br /&gt;
Cause there is no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;
That this life is easy…&lt;br /&gt;
Yea when my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;
When there’s no &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; to break up the dark&lt;br /&gt;
That’s when I, I…&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
When the waves&lt;br /&gt;
Are flooding the shore and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;
Find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt;
That’s when I, I…&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
When I look At You I see forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;
I see the truth&lt;br /&gt;
You love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;
Like the stars Hold the moon&lt;br /&gt;
Right there where they belong&lt;br /&gt;
And I Know I’m Not Alone.&lt;br /&gt;
Yea when my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;
When there’s no light to break up the dark&lt;br /&gt;
That’s when I, I…&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
When the waves&lt;br /&gt;
Are flooding the shore and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;
Find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt;
That’s when I, I…&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
You appear &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;just like&lt;/span&gt; a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Kaleidoscope colors that&lt;br /&gt;
Cover Me, All I need every&lt;br /&gt;
Breath that I breathe don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;
You’re beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;
Yea Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;
When the waves&lt;br /&gt;
Are flooding the shore and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;
Find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt;
That’s when I, I…&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you&lt;br /&gt;
Yea Yea Oh OH OH&lt;br /&gt;
And you appear Just like a dream&lt;br /&gt;
To me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park – Blackout Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
I’m stuck in this bed you made&lt;br /&gt;
Alone with a &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;sinking&lt;/span&gt; feeling&lt;br /&gt;
I saw through the words you said&lt;br /&gt;
To the secrets you’ve been keeping&lt;br /&gt;
It’s written upon &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All the lies how they cut so deeply&lt;br /&gt;
You can’t get enough you take&lt;br /&gt;
And take and take and never say&lt;br /&gt;
No, you’ve gotta get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
You push &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"&gt;it back&lt;/span&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
No you’ll never get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
Push it back down Black out Blood in your eye&lt;br /&gt;
You say that it’s not your fault&lt;br /&gt;
And swear that I am mistaken&lt;br /&gt;
You said it’s not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;
No remorse for the trust you’re breaking&lt;br /&gt;
www.musicloversgroup.com&lt;br /&gt;
You run but then back you fall&lt;br /&gt;
Suffocate in the mess you’re making&lt;br /&gt;
You can’t get enough you take&lt;br /&gt;
And take and take and take and take&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck it Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;
No, you’ve gotta get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
No you’ll never get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
Push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
No you’ve gotta get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
You push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
No you’ll never get it inside&lt;br /&gt;
Push it back down&lt;br /&gt;
Black out Blood in your eye&lt;br /&gt;
Floating down, as colors fill the light&lt;br /&gt;
We look up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;
in fields of paperwhite&lt;br /&gt;
And floating up you pass us in the night&lt;br /&gt;
A future gazing out a past to overwrite&lt;br /&gt;
So come down far below&lt;br /&gt;
We’ve been waiting to collect the things you know&lt;br /&gt;
Come down far below We’ve been waiting to collect what you’ve let go&lt;br /&gt;
Come down&lt;br /&gt;
Oh&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;N-Dubz – Best Behaviour Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
[Dappy]&lt;br /&gt;
Drag my bags off the plane today&lt;br /&gt;
A little too much fun on tour&lt;br /&gt;
Lord please help me find my keys&lt;br /&gt;
or i’m banging down my own door&lt;br /&gt;
All the cheering, all the applause&lt;br /&gt;
Who could ask for more&lt;br /&gt;
Now I wouldn’t mind finding a real thing ready&lt;br /&gt;
when my bags finally hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;
See i need some kind of lady, that will feed me daily&lt;br /&gt;
every time i come home she’ll be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;
cuz i been thinking lately, that life alone is crazy&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna hold somebody when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Haaaa&lt;br /&gt;
Who’s gonna be the one to save me&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever settle down, all i do is run around&lt;br /&gt;
This is taking too long&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Love is all I need, I’ve waited all my life (2x)&lt;br /&gt;
You got me on my best behaviour, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
Hurry up im in danger baby, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
how long before you save me baby&lt;br /&gt;
[Tulisa]&lt;br /&gt;
I just finished the tour today,&lt;br /&gt;
and my bags dropped to my door,&lt;br /&gt;
walked up to an empty room&lt;br /&gt;
and now im crying on my own floor,&lt;br /&gt;
All the bright lights and all the surprises&lt;br /&gt;
tell me what they mean,&lt;br /&gt;
If im standing on a stage in front so many people&lt;br /&gt;
and i feel like its just me,&lt;br /&gt;
see i need some kind of man that can understand me&lt;br /&gt;
They’ll be no bosses who i will have to be&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes i get lonely&lt;br /&gt;
I just need to hold me&lt;br /&gt;
then i might let them be the boss of me&lt;br /&gt;
[Hahaahaaa]&lt;br /&gt;
[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Haaaa&lt;br /&gt;
Who’s gonna be the one to save me&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever settle down, all i do is run around&lt;br /&gt;
This is taking too long&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Love is all I need, I’ve waited all my life (2x)&lt;br /&gt;
You got me on my best behaviour, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
Hurry up im in danger baby, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
how long before you save me baby&lt;br /&gt;
[Fazer]&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz I’m down here, caged in&lt;br /&gt;
burnt out, akin&lt;br /&gt;
seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;
done with all the heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;
cuz Im fed up, lonely&lt;br /&gt;
no longer the old me&lt;br /&gt;
right now I could do with some company&lt;br /&gt;
I need someone to call me codey&lt;br /&gt;
you’re taking too long, hurry up&lt;br /&gt;
come to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;
fly away with me and hold me&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll cherish you like a trophy&lt;br /&gt;
if I don’t know how to be than show me&lt;br /&gt;
where are you down here is a no go&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t keep on riding solo&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t want to wait “all my life”&lt;br /&gt;
like sailes K-Ci and JoJo&lt;br /&gt;
[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Haaaa&lt;br /&gt;
Who’s gonna be the one to save me&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever settle down, all i do is run around&lt;br /&gt;
This is taking too long&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
Love is all I need, I’ve waited all my life (2x)&lt;br /&gt;
You got me on my best behaviour, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
Hurry up im in danger baby, woh ooh wooh&lt;br /&gt;
how long before you save me baby&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;
V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;
E is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;span id="more-805"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;
Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;
Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;
Take my heart but please don’t break it&lt;br /&gt;
Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;
L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;
V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;
E is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;br /&gt;
And love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;
Love, love, love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;
Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;
Take my heart but please don’t break it&lt;br /&gt;
‘Cause love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;
I said love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;
You know &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;that love&lt;/span&gt; was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A MOMENT LIKE THIS (Kelly Clarkson) &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I told you it was all meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;
Would you believe me&lt;br /&gt;
Would you agree&lt;br /&gt;
It's almost that feeling that we met before&lt;br /&gt;
So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;
When I tell you love has come here and now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment like this &lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
Some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;
For that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;
Oh I can't believe it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything changes but beauty remains&lt;br /&gt;
Something so tender&lt;br /&gt;
I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;
Well I may be dreaming but till I awake&lt;br /&gt;
Can we make this dream last forever&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll cherish all the love we share&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment like this &lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
Some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;
For that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;
Oh I can't believe it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Could this be the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;
So let me tell you this&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;
For the moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
Some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;
For that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;
Oh I can't believe it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Oh like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;
Some people search forever, oh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A Whole New World - Aladdin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can show you the world&lt;br /&gt;
Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me, princess, now when did&lt;br /&gt;
You last let your heart decide?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Take you wonder by wonder&lt;br /&gt;
Over, sideways and under&lt;br /&gt;
On a magic carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;
A new fantastic point of view&lt;br /&gt;
No one to tell us no&lt;br /&gt;
Or where to go&lt;br /&gt;
Or say we're only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;
A dazzling place I never knew&lt;br /&gt;
But when I'm way up here&lt;br /&gt;
It's crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;
That now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;
Now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unbelievable sights&lt;br /&gt;
Indescribable feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling&lt;br /&gt;
Through an endless diamond sky&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you dare close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
A hundred thousand things to see&lt;br /&gt;
Hold your breath - it gets better&lt;br /&gt;
I'm like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;
I've come so far&lt;br /&gt;
I can't go back to where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;
Every turn a surprise&lt;br /&gt;
With new horizons to pursue&lt;br /&gt;
Every moment red-letter&lt;br /&gt;
I'll chase them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;
There's time to spare&lt;br /&gt;
Let me share this whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;
That's where we'll be&lt;br /&gt;
A thrilling chase&lt;br /&gt;
A wondrous place&lt;br /&gt;
For you and me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember that day in bed when my ear was pressed against his chest;  his heart beat was beating loudly in that perfect body of his and his  vibrating voice echoed through. I could feel it too. I counted that he  had 23 birthmarks on his stomach, tracing them with the tip of my  fingers. We talked for a long time in that position, talked about life,  music, love, our love, him, me, us, everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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We noticed that  the sun had gone down and decided to grab something to eat. We raided  the fridge, eating with our fingers in our underwear on the kitchen  floor. He started playing on his acoustic guitar, his eyes shut, making  that silly face.  But suddenly, he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked up, smiled  at me and bent over to kiss me. I giggled. Then he let go of the guitar  to sit closer to me so he could hug me. I asked him why he got so lovey  dovey all of a sudden. He replied with another kiss and said because he  loved me. I loved him too, very much, and I told him that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We stared into each others' eyes for a long time and I could feel the tears building up behind mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘’You’ve never seen me cry have you?’’  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘’No, and I hope that I never will.’’ He replied back with a serious voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But he did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The salty water just came pouring down my face while he, confused, tried to wipe them away with his thumbs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘’Why are you crying?’’ He asked, almost crying himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘’Because I love you.’’ I hated how desperate I sounded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘’But why are you crying then?’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I  didn’t know how to tell him. Tell him that he was the only boy in the  world that could make me feel so happy and sad at the same time, tell  him how lost I feel when he’s not around, how jealous I get when I’m  with him that I swear I could hurt somebody. Tell him that I’m so in  love with him and the love we shared, so happy that he was the one I  woke up to everyday, even though he snores fucking loud sometime. Tell  him that when he talks my whole body shivers, how when he kisses me I  forget to breath sometimes, how I feel like a little girl when he puts  my hair behind my ears, even though I hate how I look with my hair like  that. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t understand why he  loved me. So I simply replied:&lt;br /&gt;
‘’Because I love you.’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, make  footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, make  footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A mere friend will agree with you, but a real friend will argue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't blame gravity for falling in love. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I see your smile, and I know it's not for me, that's when I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is the word "love" important?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know but for me, you are more important.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;
Because how can I say "I love you" if you're not here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: What's Your Dream House Like?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: Well, Take Any House&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Okay..Then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: And Then,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put Yourself In It ♥ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2 chiryo ki love story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2 Chiryo Ki Love Story:&lt;br /&gt;
1 Din Chira Bola:&lt;br /&gt;
Mjhe Chor Kr Kbhi Tm Urh To Nhi Jaogi?&lt;br /&gt;
Chirya:&lt;br /&gt;
Urh Jaun Tu Pakar Lena&lt;br /&gt;
Chira:&lt;br /&gt;
Mai Tmhy Pakr Skta Hn Magr Phr Pa Nhi Skta&lt;br /&gt;
Chirya Ki Aankho Mai Aansu Agaye,Usny Apny Pankh Tor Dye&lt;br /&gt;
Or Boli:Ab Hm Hmesha Sath Rahngy&lt;br /&gt;
1 Din B0ht Zor Sy Tofan Aya,Chira Urhny Laga&lt;br /&gt;
Tbhi Chirya Boli:&lt;br /&gt;
Tm Urh Jao,Mai Nhi Urh Sakti.&lt;br /&gt;
Chira Apna Khyal Rkhna Kh Kr Urh Gaya&lt;br /&gt;
Jb Tofan Thama Or Chira Waps Aya Tu Usny Dekha K Chirya Mar Chuki Ti&lt;br /&gt;
Or Ek Daali Per Likha Tha&lt;br /&gt;
Kash Wo 1 Bar Tu Kehta K&lt;br /&gt;
Mai Tmhy Nhi Chor Skta To Shayd Mai Tofan Any Sy Pehly Nhi Marti.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="mainsmstitle" id="mainsmstitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A guy nd a gal wer sitting together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
A guy nd a gal wer sitting together..  &lt;br /&gt;
(( both wer best friendz)) &lt;br /&gt;
Guy takes out a rose..! &lt;br /&gt;
Gal...hmm.kiske liye laaya hai???.!.. &lt;br /&gt;
.Guy.smiles... dis iz for mi princess.!.but i just can't give it to her.!.. &lt;br /&gt;
Gal...try atleast.!.she'll b happie.!.. &lt;br /&gt;
GuY..gets up...nd goes away.!. &lt;br /&gt;
Gal.. hey..ur rose...yu left it here.!.. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy..I told yu "It'z for mi princess".!.. :) ♥ ♥ &lt;br /&gt;
*Blush* *Blush* !!. :):)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="mainsmstitle" id="mainsmstitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was a girl and a boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
There was a girl and a boy. &lt;br /&gt;
girl proposed the boy and boy agreed..... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
girl always used to say that my heart is not mine its always with you.... &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; I am living without heart...... &lt;br /&gt;
... &lt;br /&gt;
after few month girl said that i cant marry you &lt;br /&gt;
becoz my parents are not allow me but &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we'll be frnds 4evr. &lt;br /&gt;
after few months girl got married another boy.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
after 2 days of her wedding,girl looking her wedding gifts. &lt;br /&gt;
she came across a gft &amp;amp; start crying &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the gft was d heart packed in a glass jar with full of blood... &lt;br /&gt;
the lid of the jar was attached with the paper &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
written on it.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''hey stupid ur heart is with me na than what will u give to ur husband?          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"A Little but Sweet Love Story"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY: &lt;br /&gt;
Dekho mene naya cell lia! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL: &lt;br /&gt;
Wah! chalo "Ramada" me Party dedo! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In Evening, dey Went to "Ramada Plaza" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(After Completing Dinner) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL: &lt;br /&gt;
Oye! How did u Manage Money for dis Kind of Hotel? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY: &lt;br /&gt;
Cell Sale Kar dya! &lt;br /&gt;
Tm se barh k thori na tha IDIOT :-)          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="mainsmstitle" id="mainsmstitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boy  a girl were playing hide seek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
How cute! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A boy &amp;amp; a girl were playing hide-seek.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She sent a SMS:" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you find me, you can marry me.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can't  &lt;br /&gt;
I'm hidden in d shed".!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;b&gt;           Boy was following a Girl. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL-why r u folowin me? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY -you r very pretty n I think I'm in Love wid u! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL-but u havnt met my frend yet.. she is prettier than me n is rite behind u. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY luks-dere's no 1... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL-if u realy loved me u wudnt hav lukd behind... ;-&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MORAL- True Love is rare... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"A CUTE n STRANGE LOVE STORY" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a little boy whose 1st love was a young girl in a picture which he found and picked from the street... &lt;br /&gt;
As time went by he got married, &lt;br /&gt;
But still kept it. &lt;br /&gt;
One day,his wife found it and asked, &lt;br /&gt;
"Where did u get this?" &lt;br /&gt;
The man said, &lt;br /&gt;
"I kept that since I was a child, &lt;br /&gt;
But why r U asking?" &lt;br /&gt;
The girl replied, &lt;br /&gt;
"I lost this picture when I was 7...":)          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="mainsmstitle" id="mainsmstitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aik doli aik janaza &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
Aik DOLI Aik JANAZA takra gaye,&lt;br /&gt;
dekhne wale b chakra gaye,&lt;br /&gt;
uper se awaz aayi ye kisi vedai hai&lt;br /&gt;
mehbob ki DOLI ko dekhne yaar ki MIYAT Aayi hai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="mainsmstitle" id="mainsmstitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;story 1 din ek pag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="jokemid"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;
Story: &lt;br /&gt;
1 Din Ek Pagal Lrki Phulon Se Khel Rahi Thi &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Halke Halke Baaten Kar K Phulon Ko Bosay De K.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shayad Kuch Soch Rahi Thi.. &lt;br /&gt;
Yakayak 1 Kantay Ne Aa K Us K Honton Ko Zakham Bakhsha &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Usne Phulon Ko Hata K Kante Ko Muthi Mai Le Kar &lt;br /&gt;
PYAR Se Thora Chuma &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shayad Wo Jan Gai Thi PYAR K Badle Yehi Milega.../          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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वो भी क्या दिन था, जब यों ही अपनी पत्नी की खरीदारी के बीच मै पत्नी को बेहद नापसन्द एक सब्जी की तरह इधर उधर देख रहा था! (वैसे भी कितने लोगों की हिम्मत होती है, बीवी की खरीदारी के बीच चूं चां करने की)!&lt;br /&gt;
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मेरी किस्मत का जोर था तभी तो एक दुकान पर उनको देखते ही मेरा दिल जोर जोर से धडकनें लगा, पर बीवी की तेज टेढी नजर को देख कर दिल के अरमां जैसे प्रकट हुये थे वैसे ही गायब हो गये!&lt;br /&gt;
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पर पुराना प्यार और पुराना मर्ज जल्दी पीछा नहीं छोडता, कई दिन की जद्दोजहद के बाद आखिर सबसे लड झगड कर हम उनको साथ लेकर घर आ ही गये! अपनी सौतन को देख कर बीवी आग बबूला हो गयी, पर वो मेरी दो वक्त की रोटी से ज्यादा कुछ छीन नहीं पायी!&lt;br /&gt;
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हम उनको अपनी बाहों में लिये वक्त गुजारनें लगे, और घर वालों का गुस्सा उबाल खाता रहा! किसी नयी नवेली के लिये इतना प्यार ठीक था, लेकिन अब तक उनको घर आये हुये काफी वक्त हो चुका था, पर हमारा जुनून कम ही नहीं हो रहा था!&lt;br /&gt;
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घर वालों ने आखिर उनके लिये हमारी टक्कर का एक आशिक ढूढ निकाला, जिनको धीरे धीरे चिढ कर हम 'चाटूजी' कहने लगे, शुरू शुरू में हमें बडा अच्छे लगे! एक दिन कई कसमें वादे देकर 'चाटूजी' ने उनको हमसे एक रात के लिये उधार मॉग लिया! बीवी की चुभती निगाहों से बचने के लिये हमने दिल पर पत्थर रख कर उनको 'चाटूजी' को सौंप दिया!&lt;br /&gt;
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एक दिन तो क्या जब महीनों तक वो वापस नहीं आयीं, तब हमको सारी चाल समझ आ गयी, और एक दिन बीवी और घर वालों से हजार झगडे कर के हम उनको बडी बुरी हालत में वापस ले आये!&lt;br /&gt;
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अरे अरे अरे, आप उनको अपनी 'दूसरी भाभीजान' ना समझें, वो मेरी सबसे प्यारी किताब है, जिसको मैनें कवर चढा कर फिर पहले जैसा सुन्दर बना लिया है, पर अब मैं उसको किसी को भी नहीं दूंगा!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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source:&lt;a href="http://poonammishra.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/06/my-love-hindi-story.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;Story by Poonam Mishra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075006100994800970-1604127020695221589?l=love-is-poisoning-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inhabitants will be given tasks that will need to be performed.  Performance of tasks will be related to various rules and regulations  specific to the particular task. These rules and regulations must be  followed as suggested by the producers.&lt;br /&gt;
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All items within the Space (furniture, utensils etc.) are moveable, and  choice of items to be discarded from the Space during a "CRUNCH"  situation must be made by the participants, keeping their comfort and  possibility to advance in the show, in mind. During the "CRUNCH" time,  inhabitants must make sure that they are within the safety zone marked  at the center of the Space.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every Space will be treated as 1 (one) unit when it comes to eviction.  All 10 Spaces will be subject to the eviction process or "vote out."  Vote outs will happen twice every week. The eviction is decided purely  on the public vote and their decision is final. When a room is voted  out, inhabitants must leave immediately. Results for the eviction will  be displayed on a screen, present inside every room. When the "evicted"  display flashes on the screen within a particular Space, inhabitants  must leave through the 'production access' door in the room. On the day  of eviction, all inhabitants must have their bags packed and ready.  Notice for packing bags will be displayed on the screen within the  Space.&lt;br /&gt;
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Evictions in Crunch happen through the online voting process. As the  viewer, you decide as to Inhabitants of which Space get to remain on the  show. Each viewer is allowed a maximum of 100 votes per day to save  their Space(s) of choice from evictions. Every room will be subject to  the voting process. Evictions happen twice every week. When Inhabitants  of a Space are voted out, they promptly have to clear their Space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;15 YEARS AGO: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to hang out at a country bar called the "Club Palomino". I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called "Cheyenne", who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the "hots" for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I’ve always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the "Club Palomino". I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a short blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife. &lt;br /&gt;
After seeing them playing there for a long time, the "Club Palomino" closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn’t you know it a huge townhouse sub-division was&lt;br /&gt;
put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, "Cheyenne".&lt;br /&gt;
When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach "Cheyenne"; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the&lt;br /&gt;
future. But I didn’t have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;15 YEARS LATER: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I starting going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn’t crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site.&lt;br /&gt;
Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn’t find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night. After getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile. From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could. &lt;br /&gt;
And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow…we also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the "Club Palomino". He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, "yeah right" to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Low and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen, "CHEYENNE" "CLUB PALOMINO". I freaked! I couldn’t believe it! It was him in the picture with "Cheyenne". The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his&lt;br /&gt;
phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt;
After about 3 weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer &amp;amp; exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother’s place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother’s apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and start laughing, and laughing like crazy, and couldn’t stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn’t mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven! &lt;br /&gt;
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We dated for about 2 years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo and have been living together for 2 ½ years now. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined of all things! What a coincidence that was! In March of 2008, it will be 5 years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!&lt;br /&gt;
He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band "Cheyenne" played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other’s at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another’s paths some 15 years ago - and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!&lt;br /&gt;
And by the way, that short blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted 8 years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I&lt;br /&gt;
should have approached him and told him "she was bad news". It’s funny how life is – it just wasn’t meant to be back then. Fate brought us together. We met our "soul mates"! &lt;br /&gt;
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She was shy, modest and              stunningly beautiful. She came to the Punjab with her wealthy Canadian             family looking for a little adventure.              &lt;p&gt;During a visit to the village                where her parents were born she met and fell in love with the man                of her dreams, Mittoo Singh Sidhu. But, Mittoo had no money and               no land. His only income came from driving an auto rickshaw. &lt;/p&gt;      Jassi knew that her wealthy Canadian family would never approve                of Mittoo, so the couple married in secret. When Jassi's uncle                found out he was enraged. In his eyes Jassi had disgraced and dishonoured                her family.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div id="h2"&gt;A TRAGIC DEATH&lt;/div&gt;              A few months after the marriage, Jassi and Mittoo were ambushed                by a gang of men. Mittoo was left for dead. Jassi was kidnapped,                brutally murdered and on June 9, 2000 was found in an irrigation                ditch with her throat cut. The Indian police eventually charged                13 people in the murder plot, including Jassi's mother and                uncle in Canada.              &lt;div id="photoright"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.cbc.ca/fifth/murderedbride/gfx/uncle2.jpg" border="1" height="89" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jassi's uncle was bitterly opposed to her marriage to Mittoo, a poor rickshaw      driver.&lt;/div&gt;              Phone records showed that the killers had been in constant contact                with Jassi's uncle in the weeks before Jassi's death,                including phone calls on the very day Jassi died. The police say                that the final order to kill Jassi had been given by Jassi's                own mother during a cell phone on the evening of June 8.        &lt;p&gt;So, an unlikely romance between a wealthy girl from Canada and                a poor villager from the Punjab turned into a modern day Romeo                and Juliet story complete with betrayal, treachery, torture, kidnapping                and murder. In 2001, &lt;strong&gt;the fifth estate&lt;/strong&gt; went to India to investigate                Jassi's murder and produced an award-winning documentary                called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Murdered Bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;                &lt;div id="h2"&gt;THE FIFTH ESTATE RETURNS TO INDIA&lt;/div&gt;                This updated version of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The                Murdered Bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reveals shocking new                details about the five-year-old murder case. &lt;strong&gt;The                fifth estate&lt;/strong&gt; team                and associate producer Akhil Gautam track down two of the men who                took part in the murder conspiracy including a police officer named                Joginder Singh.              &lt;p&gt;While Indian police and Indian justice, two systems notorious                for their corruption and slowness, have dealt with Jassi's                murder and convicted 7 men for her murder, &lt;strong&gt;the                fifth estate&lt;/strong&gt; reveals                that the Canadian investigation into her family's involvement                is dragging on. &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;div id="photoleft"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.cbc.ca/fifth/murderedbride/gfx/mithubars2.jpg" border="1" height="90" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;fifth estate&lt;/strong&gt; reporter Bob McKeown found Jassi's                husband, Mittoo, behind bars. &lt;/div&gt;              And in a dramatic confrontation with Jassi's uncle, Surjit,                Bob McKeown asks him to explain how 147 phone calls were made from                his phone to the convicted killers just prior to Jassi's                murder.       &lt;p&gt;But, what of Mittoo, who survived the attack by Jassi's killers?                Five years after her death, Mittoo is in jail, facing a charge of                rape – a charge his friends and supporters say is completely                false. &lt;strong&gt;The fifth estate&lt;/strong&gt; reveals that the woman who has accused                Mittoo in court documents is closely connected to one of Jassi's                convicted killers.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;div id="h2"&gt;                JASSI'S STORY: A MOVIE               &lt;/div&gt;               Before she died Jassi told a close friend in British Columbia                that a movie would be made about her life one day and now they                have.&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/fifth/murderedbride/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Honor Killing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075006100994800970-2145515486506330950?l=love-is-poisoning-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was working at a restaurant. I was eighteen. There I met a beautiful young lady. She was shorter than me, but at six foot four most people are. She had dark brown hair and wonderful green eyes. Her smile made me weak. I would have done anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost Christmas and the decorations were going up. As someone put up the mistletoe the girls started talking about getting the guys underneath the mystic sprig. As I walked by, I heard a sexy voice say, "I want to kiss Tim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped. Had I heard right! Suzanne wanted to kiss ... ME! My heart stopped. I slowly turned to see her take the last step toward the mistletoe. I stuttered sheepishly, "M-M-Me?!?" She slowly nodded. I was shaking, but stepped to her. She reached up. I couldn't help myself, I put my arms around her and our lips met. I never wanted to let go. I fell for her then and there. She is the only woman I have ever known that said that she wanted to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;We "dated" a few times. I was a kid I sucked at dating, still do! She was staying with friends and I would go over to see her after I got off work, late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the night that I would screw up and regret the rest of my life. I got there late, as usual. She was sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace. I looked down at her. Her face was glowing with the light from the fire, her hair was soft and gently tossed. She was wearing a long grey nightshirt, T-shirt type, and not much else. She looked so beautiful. I had never seen anyone so angelic in my life. I got down on my knees and gently kissed her lips. She woke and pulled me closer. We kissed for what seemed my entire life. She had me, I would stay with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened. She moved my hand under her shirt. My head was spinning, what was I doing? I cupped one of her perfect breasts. I felt warm and wonderful. Fear suddenly hit me. I didn't know what I was doing, what if I did it wrong! What if this isn't what she wanted?! I found myself pulling away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I, I have to go." I blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;"I was hoping you'd stay tonight.", her voice obviously hurt.&lt;br /&gt;"I really need to go." and I turned and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid, I stopped because I didn't want to do something wrong and blow it between us but that's exactly what I did by leaving. We didn't see each other again for many years. I got married and we had two kids. My wife left me. I married again. We had three kids. So after number 5 for me I decided to get "the cable disconnected." I went and had a vasectomy. No need to go into that but a week later I went back to have it "checked", you know, get a count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I walked into the doctors office with my "sample". I stood there waiting for someone to notice me. That's when I heard, "Hi, Tim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the voice! It was her! I was so startled and so embarrassed by the reason for my visit, that I made a fool out of myself. I said, "Hey, … Suzanne, right?" I knew perfectly well who she was. I had seen that face in my dreams at least once a week for the last 22 years. I couldn't bring myself to look at her ring finger. I wanted to jump the counter and just hold her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I handed her the sample and said I'd see her later and left, ... again. If life weren't cruel enough at this point, I am now going through another divorce and Suzanne is still in my mind. I have walked away from the most beautiful woman I've ever known twice. I cry, ... I cry in my heart. Oh, that she should read this and understand. I long for some mistletoe, now. I started writing to Suzanne a few months after I left her in front of the fireplace. I have written to her for 27 years and never mailed any of the 289 letters. I then put the letters into a book, I hope she would find to be … a love story. I sat on the book for a few weeks wondering if I should try to find Suzanne or just make up an ending. Jack, my eighteen year old talked me into getting the book to her. Now how do I find her? I knew where she worked five years ago. Maybe someone there knew where she was now. I printed out the book and the following letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne,&lt;br /&gt;I have been needing to tell you I’m sorry for a long time. I am so bad at verbal encounters, (my brain goes blank), as you well know by now, that I have taken to writing things down, when they are important to me. I had a dream about you a few weeks ago and I was unable to tell you how sorry I was in the dream before fate cruelly woke me. I hurt so bad that I … well, I am sending you the result. I am taking a chance and sending this here in hopes that you still work here or at least someone knows where you are. This is the only printed copy. You may do with it as you see fit. I would understand if you didn’t even want to read it. There are twenty seven years in here and I now give them to you. The book is not finished, it lacks one letter, the one which I cannot write. If nothing else, I hope the book at least gives you some answers. In closing, I would like to let you know I am still married for a short time more, so even if you did want to talk, an occasional email is all I could do right now. I am again so sorry for that night, for twenty seven years of not knowing and for the frozen brain I get every time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;Seeming to be eternally waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Jack said he would take it up to the office. I had no idea if it was a good idea or not. So, on my first break the next day. I called the Dr.’s office. I dialed the phone, shaking like a leaf! Here was the plan. Ask who ever answered the phone if they knew Suzanne. Why do things never work out the way you plan? You got it, She answered the phone! I am not altogether sure I didn’t say’ “Oh, sh**!” out loud. The conversation was, to say the least, interesting. She was, I’m sure, taken aback by my call. My voice was auditable quivering. I don’t remember much of the falderal that came pouring out but I know I said, “My son is bringing you an envelope today. In it is my explanations, my apologies and my life. I know I have no right to ask you for anything but please, please read it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused and ask, (also in a shaky voice), “Are you alright?” I told her my son would explain and I had to get back to work. I called Jack and told him what I did. Still shaking I told him everything I forgot to tell her, Like, you might not want your husband to read this if you have one. I told him she probably thinks I am dying. Jack called me as he was leaving. “You were right, she thought you were dying, I explained everything. She is still very pretty and is married. She has two kids and one grand-daughter.” There is more of this later, but for now, … She has the book! If I accomplish nothing else out of this book Idea, Suzanne knows!!! I waited a week without any word. Then … an e-mail! Suzanne and I began e-mailing each other and have moved to phone calls. We even see each other once in a while. I have ask her if I may call her Annie since everyone else calls her Suzy. We are both going through a divorce. Annie and I talk all the time now, both on the phone and in person. I have ceased writing letters and opted for the notes and verbal communiqué However, Suzanne has taken up where I left off and is writing letters to me almost daily. She will never know all that she has done for me. We are talking almost everyday, now. She is so funny and so bright, I just hate to end our talks, but they do all end with a pair of “I love you’s. I never could have wished for as much. She has become a dream come true to me. She has held my heart for nearly my entire adult life and now not only knows that fact but apparently shares the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and co-workers tell me this is like a movie or fairy tail but it is a true and honest love story. My life, whether it has been before or not, is most definitely, without a doubt, thanks to her, … a heartfelt, never-ending Love Story. I look forward to many, many more chapters in our love story. We have endured the passage of time, apart, but it is my hope and desire that she chooses to spend the rest of my days as my co-author, my partner and my love. Annie and I have shared our love for each other almost 30 years. We have moved through time apart but seemingly in the same direction and toward the same goal. I have longed for this day. I went to see her at work, her best friend knew I was coming but Suzanne didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in her eyes lit up. “Can I talk to you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, what’s up?’&lt;br /&gt;“Can I get you to come out here? I’ll just take a minute.”&lt;br /&gt;She walked around the corner and out into the lobby. “Okay, what’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, sit down.” Her eyes now wide, worried about what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Suzanne, you and I have been together all of our lives. I know not physically, but you have been in my head and in my heart and in my soul every minute of every day for as long as I can remember. You are my inspiration, my adventure, my effervescence and my smile.” “Annie, my love, … will you marry me?” Tears ran down her face as she through her arms around me and whispered, “Yes, always and forever.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless all of you as I have been blessed. &lt;a href="http://love-is-poisoning-u.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20Most%20Touching%20Cute%20Love%20story"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; is like energy, it cannot be created nor destroyed, it only changes form. When God put Suzanne and I together it was to be forever, … I think He meant it. 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How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; Concrete floors are very h ard to crack! (UPSC Topper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four men to build it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; Very l arge hands. (Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; It is not a problem, since you will never find an elephant with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; No Probs , He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What looks like half apple ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What happened when wheel was invented ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; It caused a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the Interview Questions, which were asked in HR Round.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will GET second chance to impress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very Impressive Questions and Answers..... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Question 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three people waiting for a bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilem ma that was once ac tually used as part of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should save her first;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be the perfect chance to! pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He simply answered:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What will you do if I run away with your sister?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was selected answered " I will not get a better match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my sister than you sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one morning you woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up &amp;amp; found that you were pregnant. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl &lt;/b&gt;- I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she managed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it well. Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said later when asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interviewer: He ordered a cup of coffee for the candidate. Coffee arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept before the candidate, then he asked what is before you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candidate:&lt;/b&gt; Instantly replied "Tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how and why did he say "TEA" when he knows very well that coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kept before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Answer: The question was "What is before you (U - alphabet) Reply was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TEA" ( T - alphabet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphabet "T" was before Alphabet "U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 5: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where Lord Rama would have celebrated his "First Diwali"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will start thinking of Ayodya, Mitila [Janaki's place], Lanka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the logic is, Diwali was a celebrated as a mark of Lord Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing N arakasura. In Dusavata ar, Krishnavatha ar comes after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raa mavatha ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord Rama would not have celebrated the Diwali At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer asked to the candidate "This is your last question of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interview. Please tell me the exact position of the center of this table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where u have kept your files."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candidate&lt;/b&gt; confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and told that this was the central point at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer asked how did u get to know that this being the central point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of this table, then he answers quickly that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sir u r not likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that u promised to ask....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness. .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is What Interviewer expects from the Interviewee. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"THINK OUT OF BOX"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075006100994800970-2156766957322900325?l=love-is-poisoning-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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