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Whenever you need a shoulder to cry- I am&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need a friend to talk to - I am &lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need a friend to walk by your side- I am&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need a lovely hug - I am &lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need someone to cheer you up- I am&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need someone to take away all your worries- I am &lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need to be felt special don't worry I would be there..yes my dear I am &lt;br /&gt;
Whenever you need me...- I am&lt;br /&gt;
Till eternity and beyond I am and I will be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;
Till death parts us I am and I will be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;
I am.........around you .....and you would feel my presence even after I am gone&lt;br /&gt;
I am and&amp;nbsp; I will be with you forever and always....&lt;br /&gt;
I am .....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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इंसान वही परिभाषा मानता और अपनाता हैं जिस तरह की परिस्थितियों से वो रूबरू होके आता हैं......&lt;br /&gt;
लोग कहते हैं&amp;nbsp; ज़िन्दगी जिंदादिली का नाम हैं... पर क्या ये जिंदादिली&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;किसी&amp;nbsp;किसी भूके के पेट को खाना दे सकती हैं - किसी बेघर को एक छत दे सकती हैं किसी अनाथ को ममता दे सकती हैं ......., जनाब ये सब बातें किताबी है की ज़िन्दगी जिंदादिली का नाम हैं&lt;br /&gt;
जब खुद पे आती है तो सब की हालत पतली हो जाती हैं, कैसे उस परिस्थिति से निकलू यही सोचते हैं, &amp;nbsp;कुछ एक आध व्यक्ति जो डटे रहते हैं वो दृढ संकल्पी होते हैं ऐसे आदमी करोड़ों &amp;nbsp;मैं कुछ एक आध ही होते हैं&lt;br /&gt;
आप जो हैं जो होंगे वो आपकी परिस्थिति पर निर्भर करता है, कहा जाता&amp;nbsp;ही&amp;nbsp; सब कुछ उस ऊपर वाले के बनाये गए PLAN के तहत होता है, .....सवाल ये हैं की क्या &amp;nbsp;है&amp;nbsp;वो प्लान ? क्या इतने बड़े संसार मैं सब व्यक्ति जीव जंतु पेड़ - पौधों &amp;nbsp;सब के&amp;nbsp;के लिए ये PLAN बनाया हैं और बनाया हैं तो किसने ? कैसे? क्या ये प्लान change होता है&amp;nbsp; या इन्सान चाहे जितने हाथ-पैर मारे उसे वही मिलता है....और&amp;nbsp; वही उसका अंत होता हैं -जो विधि के विधान या बोलें इस PLAN मैं लिखा हैं ? क्या हो अगर ये प्लान लीक हो जाये मुझे मेरी ज़िन्दगी का, मेरे अस्तित्व का, मेरे वजूद &amp;nbsp;इन सब के&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;बारे मैं पता चल जाये, क्या करना है &amp;nbsp;क्या नहीं सब पता चल जायेगा व्यर्थ मैं अपना समय शक्ति और धन व्यय नहीं होगा .....जिदगी कितनी सरल हो जाएगी फिर कोई नहीं कहेगा ज़िन्दगी जटिल है ..हाँ...परन्तु सोचने लायक हैं की&amp;nbsp; ये हुआ तो ज़िन्दगी की १-२ परिभाषा&amp;nbsp; तो शर्तिया तौर पे ख़तम हो जायेंगी पर ना जाने कितनी सारी और जुढ जाएँगी .....मैं खुद से सवाल करता हूँ ये&amp;nbsp;कई बार "क्या ज़िन्दगी को परिभाषित करने की आवशयकता भी हैं ? या ज़िन्दगी को सच्चे मन से जीना अपना १००% देना ही ज़िन्दगी हैं &amp;nbsp;....&lt;br /&gt;
लगता हैं&amp;nbsp;ज़िन्दगी एक पहेली हैं शायद ....(ये भी ज़िन्दगी की एक परिभाषा हैं )&lt;br /&gt;
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Sai backed out caz of his commitments and stress(office).&lt;br /&gt;a day b4 i injured my right foot playin footer so was not that willing to go for the treck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:10 call from nilay i am sleeping ..dreaming into some other world&lt;br /&gt;4:12 call from him again the phone goes below the pillow i continue sleeping :P&lt;br /&gt;~4:20 aseeem bangs my door and i get out of bed we get ready and leave the hostel by 5:00 with the news that sai won't be coming along caz he's really tired after his delhi Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kanjur and travelled from kanjur to KALYAN the morning breeze left freshness and smile on our faces it was like breathing life&lt;br /&gt;there started a photography session aseem goofy started shown their skills as they are doing some photography course so ...all was required to photography was available so they juss started doin what they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPEtECZI/AAAAAAAAACk/hk2UqyiXslo/s1600-h/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPEtECZI/AAAAAAAAACk/hk2UqyiXslo/s320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020958683990418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPArusgI/AAAAAAAAACs/R795vtsOpZA/s1600-h/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPArusgI/AAAAAAAAACs/R795vtsOpZA/s320/IMG_1276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020957604655618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPRAv_lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8JU_ZL_2d2k/s1600-h/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPRAv_lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8JU_ZL_2d2k/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020961987788370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPSxNg6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Wv6DRGm5Aqo/s1600-h/img_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLtPSxNg6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Wv6DRGm5Aqo/s320/img_1036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020962459485090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZpp6QZI/AAAAAAAAACE/vES202IOT3c/s1600-h/IMG_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZpp6QZI/AAAAAAAAACE/vES202IOT3c/s320/IMG_1253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020040889942418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZzSjceI/AAAAAAAAACM/Owf6wsr-zs4/s1600-h/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZzSjceI/AAAAAAAAACM/Owf6wsr-zs4/s320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020043476333026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZyt9XwI/AAAAAAAAACU/VaRM4lz6ViA/s1600-h/img_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsZyt9XwI/AAAAAAAAACU/VaRM4lz6ViA/s320/img_1004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020043322842882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsaNtI3_I/AAAAAAAAACc/A5qbMC0vmmk/s1600-h/img_1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLsaNtI3_I/AAAAAAAAACc/A5qbMC0vmmk/s320/img_1020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020050567159794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was cold really i evebn had to borrow GOGo's Jacket the very few pics taken in the train were all blurred, guess aaaa these guys have to work hard on photography skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kalyan had vadapav..jalebi for breakfast GOGO already had some food with him so we juss bought some Biscuits and headed for 'murbad' the journey in da  bus was awesome" cool breeze nice atmo ...nice surroundings wooooo i sat alone listening to my Ipod i don like sitting next to parmar he's a damn Jerk so he and i sat alone &lt;br /&gt;we reached mubad and then headed for the base point for The treck in a ST bus !! boy it was a BUMPY ride ! "again i was reading my novel listening ipod whereas everyone making fun of kailash and mee and sometimes parmar I hate this kinda conversation so try to avoid this but still these guys could not control and made me to participate in their conversation :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached to the base Goofy the marathi manussh proved to be of vital help and we were told the way to go to gorakhgadh and siddhgadh someone told there is a good &lt;br /&gt;waterfall @ siddgadh and gorakhgadh is a tough i initiated we'll go to siddhgadh as there's a waterfall :D:D (i was not willing to go on a tough one reason my injured foot)so we headed for siddhgarh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLuHnR1RaI/AAAAAAAAADE/BqMjwDWMwjg/s1600-h/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLuHnR1RaI/AAAAAAAAADE/BqMjwDWMwjg/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252021930037691810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLuHrzTVRI/AAAAAAAAADM/gv-mJPk26Fo/s1600-h/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLuHrzTVRI/AAAAAAAAADM/gv-mJPk26Fo/s320/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252021931251815698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey began we went through a village the people helped us locating where to Go kailash and Parmar had gaali fights all the time the entire treck&lt;br /&gt;aseem and goofy started there photgraphy session FOOL paatti jhaad ..pahad "whatever they saw they clicked and aseem once said "Bhatia abe kya faltoo idhar udhar ke pic let hain" "bhatia ke haat main camera pakda do bas idhar udhar kahin ki bhbi pic kheechega " and now ....look what was he doin :P FReaky Funny world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhPzRntI/AAAAAAAAADU/5OqVi3zf0OI/s1600-h/IMG_1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhPzRntI/AAAAAAAAADU/5OqVi3zf0OI/s320/IMG_1294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252023469923737298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhSluWII/AAAAAAAAADc/1AI-8GrYcys/s1600-h/IMG_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhSluWII/AAAAAAAAADc/1AI-8GrYcys/s320/IMG_1308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252023470672205954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhRuiOHI/AAAAAAAAADk/xLKolOlRNUU/s1600-h/IMG_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhRuiOHI/AAAAAAAAADk/xLKolOlRNUU/s320/IMG_1328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252023470440724594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhjzv7wI/AAAAAAAAADs/pxpqfqPdzTE/s1600-h/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhjzv7wI/AAAAAAAAADs/pxpqfqPdzTE/s320/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252023475294433026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhtGwFqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MyhDFX1T56k/s1600-h/IMG_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLvhtGwFqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MyhDFX1T56k/s320/IMG_1358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252023477790054050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we started climbing ..at first it was easy further the heat made the treck a bit difficult we were short of water so filled supplies from a "JHARNA" i mean waterfall i was not willing to drink it but /////\\\\ did eventually no choice as no water supply there &lt;br /&gt;i had it with goofy and parmar....man they always wana act smart..give up kara diya !! i really don wanna it to become like this but they made things ugly so i thought lets njoy the beauty here left those bitches behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halted at a waterfall where one other group were taking bath parmar kailash said lets go but we didn stop we went ahead few more minutes of climbing and fuuuuuuuuuu &lt;br /&gt;man out of breath but all the time the beauty was breathtaking mannn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we somehow reached the top then photography session &lt;br /&gt;some 100-200 ft were left we started ,,again at certain point we decides not to go furter but were enough gutsy to take the risk we move ahead parmar leading me being second the path was way to steep like a simple slip of foot and "U are no more"&lt;br /&gt;we still managed to go few fts further but atlast gogo me and aseem said we are climbing it with so much risk when we'll be coming back it would become so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangerous man so with a load on our heart :P we came back from there rested at this POint where the baba made us tea and we rested there for about 2 hrs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxwkyvWcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/az4OD3Zz_d0/s1600-h/img_1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxwkyvWcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/az4OD3Zz_d0/s320/img_1183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025932279929282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxw-s0z4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GgUF9I8clCk/s1600-h/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxw-s0z4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GgUF9I8clCk/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025939234443138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxLOCulI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B8T3B0kKZ3E/s1600-h/IMG_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxLOCulI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B8T3B0kKZ3E/s320/IMG_1427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025942594992722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxGwbg3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0FqEfgHQS4/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxGwbg3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0FqEfgHQS4/s320/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025941397046130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxRe9ICI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lMeV2seCpdM/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLxxRe9ICI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lMeV2seCpdM/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025944276541474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw5-KQTxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/efnjORJb_DQ/s1600-h/IMG_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw5-KQTxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/efnjORJb_DQ/s320/IMG_1372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024994196639506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6PDnHZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UxqkUMGcn5s/s1600-h/IMG_1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6PDnHZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UxqkUMGcn5s/s320/IMG_1376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024998732176786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6b6FkUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bBm0voHKsrk/s1600-h/IMG_1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6b6FkUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bBm0voHKsrk/s320/IMG_1384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025002181890370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6rWRTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OmVqeY68iB0/s1600-h/IMG_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6rWRTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OmVqeY68iB0/s320/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025006326632194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6yDBS7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fSrXNiMeWnI/s1600-h/IMG_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLw6yDBS7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fSrXNiMeWnI/s320/IMG_1425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252025008124939186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we began the journey back to home man &lt;br /&gt;stopped at the waterfall and took a bath, i literally drowned and one nice fella saved me i was willing to take risk, i jumped in and ...hehe was in only he caught my hand ....pulled me up :P "fat li thi boss"&lt;br /&gt;bas maza aagaaayaa fir bhi &lt;br /&gt;started for base again parmar strted to sing in his besure surr ....but no one ver says anything to this cheap chap!:P ....well in 1 hr we tired reached the base....in it was dark when we reached the bus stand we were all fucked upp so damn tired that i cannot describe ....But in all we njoyed each and every part of the treck except for few instances where we had fights and misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLySHhzCqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0O4dQ9S2J0o/s1600-h/img_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLySHhzCqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0O4dQ9S2J0o/s320/img_1231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026508539792034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLySpbj5zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dxGyy28Brxw/s1600-h/IMG_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SOLySpbj5zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dxGyy28Brxw/s320/IMG_1472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026517640439602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOved siddhgarh and am willing to go back to go to the top completely and I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;Biren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993004315018365200-6642941515170129067?l=birenbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kHK_vaVuGAwzKerhkr-n-S6Sn0w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kHK_vaVuGAwzKerhkr-n-S6Sn0w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pCum/~4/Tdjx0BTT-zk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birenbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/828305586052522864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993004315018365200&amp;postID=828305586052522864" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993004315018365200/posts/default/828305586052522864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993004315018365200/posts/default/828305586052522864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pCum/~3/Tdjx0BTT-zk/whatever.html" title="WHATEVER" /><author><name>Biren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08043666147621074338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SVpolDh7pzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SIMHggdrVqs/S220/Meeeeeee.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://birenbhatia.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGRHg5eSp7ImA9WxdXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993004315018365200.post-9188945763006681628</id><published>2008-06-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:05:25.621-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-30T12:05:25.621-07:00</app:edited><title>na jane.....</title><content type="html">ek ajeeb si bebabsi si hain is ..maan main&lt;br /&gt;kya kyon kasie kab pata nahin hazaroo sawalo se ghira padha hoon&lt;br /&gt;ladh ke jhagad ke ek se chutkara pata hoon to aur 2-4 se khud ko ghira pata hoon&lt;br /&gt;kabhi shant nahin reh pata hian ye man bas yahi bebasi hain&lt;br /&gt;yeh zindagi mukammal nahin hain , bas kis pardarshi sheeeshe ki botal main fasi hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab dikhta hain  sheeshe ke bahar kya hota hain ..par use mehsoos nahin kar sakta hoon&lt;br /&gt;is sheeshe ki botal ko tod kar bahar nikal nahin pata hoon&lt;br /&gt;chahta hoon chahe mujhe koi par ..yeh dewar si bani hain beech main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab ke maan ki sun leta hoon, ladte raho date rahoo unki uljhan ko suljhata hoon&lt;br /&gt;khud na jane ek uljhan aane pe kitna ulajh jata hoon, date rehne ka soch bhi nahin pata hoon&lt;br /&gt;main bhi kisi ke mooh se date raho main hoon na...sunna chahta hoon par  har baar bas main hi logo ko date rehna kehta jata hoon  &lt;br /&gt; na jane apne uljhano main khud kyon uljha jata hoon, apne  man ke hal ko suntae waqt khud ko tanha pata hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi main kuch kamaya nahin bas gawaya hain, mere liye har rishta yahan bas paraya hain&lt;br /&gt;zindagi vileen hain pardashi sheeshe ki botal main tanha hain&lt;br /&gt;zindagi bas zinda hain...bas Zindaa hain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993004315018365200-9188945763006681628?l=birenbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eexFVuUM_ul_bUtncQkeGfltAkA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eexFVuUM_ul_bUtncQkeGfltAkA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pCum/~4/BlM0TVMq9gg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birenbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/700213549178150545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4993004315018365200&amp;postID=700213549178150545" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993004315018365200/posts/default/700213549178150545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4993004315018365200/posts/default/700213549178150545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pCum/~3/BlM0TVMq9gg/i-me-and-i.html" title="i ...Me and 'I'" /><author><name>Biren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08043666147621074338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6xxPearmIg/SVpolDh7pzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SIMHggdrVqs/S220/Meeeeeee.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://birenbhatia.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-me-and-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMRHwzfSp7ImA9WxdQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993004315018365200.post-8552773543743634073</id><published>2008-06-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:21:25.285-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-14T07:21:25.285-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">न जाने किस झूटी परछाई के पीछे भागता रहता हैं ये मेरा मन&lt;br /&gt;न देख कभी उसे फ़िर भी लगे उसका चेहरा देखा देखा, अपना सा&lt;br /&gt;न छुआ उसने मुझे कभी फ़िर भी न जाने क्यों लगता हैं उसकी छुअन को पहचानता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;नही मिला  उससे पर लगता हैं सदियों से उसी के साथ रहा हूँ&lt;br /&gt;उसकी सौंधी सौंधी खुशबू को बस महसूस कर ही लेता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;न जाने कब होगी उससे मुलाकात उस  छुअन, खुशबू का सत्य मैं आभास करूंगा&lt;br /&gt;डरता हूँ वो परछाई  कहीं खो न जाए मन के किसी कोने मैं, वो खुशबू, छुआन &lt;span&gt;भुला&lt;/span&gt; न दे ये दिमाग&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; या भूल जाऊँ मैं&lt;br /&gt;ज़िंदा रखना चाहता हूँ उस छवी उस &lt;span&gt;परछाई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ी&lt;/span&gt; को अपने अंतर्मन मैं&lt;br /&gt;कहते हैं लोग मुझे की तुम पागल हो गए हू अनजाने सी &lt;span&gt;छवी&lt;/span&gt; के पीछे आपने जीवन  को व्यर्थ कर रहे हो&lt;br /&gt;उन्हें कैसे समझाऊ ये जीवन उस &lt;span&gt;छवी&lt;/span&gt; के बिन व्यर्थ हैं विलीन है , उसको सोचे बिन टू  शायद मैं जी ही नहीं पाऊँगा&lt;br /&gt;उस चहरे को पास से देखना चाहता हू ,  महसूस करना चाहता हूँ , पर न जाने वो चेरा इस भीड़ मैं कहाँ खो गया हैं&lt;br /&gt;शायद वो चेहरा  किसी पराये के लिए अपना  हो &lt;span&gt;गया &lt;/span&gt;हैं पता नहीं होगी भी या नहीं मुलाकात उस परछाई से&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाने&lt;/span&gt; इस  &lt;span&gt;झूटी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;परछाई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पीछे&lt;/span&gt; क्यों  &lt;span&gt;भगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मेरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993004315018365200-8552773543743634073?l=birenbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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और कल खिलोने और टॉफी&amp;nbsp; लेने&amp;nbsp; का वादा देके जायेंगे|&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
हर रोज़ उसकी अम्मा, उसके उठने से पहले उसके सिरहाने एक टॉफी , रखती थी&lt;br /&gt;
बाबा आए थे छोड़ के गए तेरे लिए, काम पर चले गए हैं&amp;nbsp; कहती थी&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
सालों गुज़र गए&amp;nbsp; नन्ही परी बाबा को बस तस्वीर मैं ही देख&amp;nbsp; पाती थी&lt;br /&gt;
उस नन्हीं परी को अपने बाबा की याद बहुत सताती थी&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
अम्मा से बहुत पूछती की "कब मिलूंगी बाबा से ओ माँ"&lt;br /&gt;
कभी प्यार  से कभी डांट&amp;nbsp;से समझती थी माँ |&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
बाबा चले गए छोड़ के ये जग, नहीं बता पाती थी माँ&lt;br /&gt;
हर बार नया झूट नया बहाना बना देती थी उसकी माँ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
नन्ही परी हुई बड़ी, पूछा दोस्तो ने की तुम्हारे बाबा हैं कहाँ&lt;br /&gt;
माँ  से कुछ न पूछा परी ऊपर देखा और कह दिया दोस्तो को, वो हैं वहाँ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
नन्ही परी  बाबा की  जल्दी ही हो  गई थी सायानी&lt;br /&gt;
करती बातें ऐसे जैसे हो वो अपनी अम्मा की नानी&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ख़ुद को अम्मा को संभाला नन्ही परी ने और रखा ख्याल&lt;br /&gt;
पर कभी न पूछा उसने अम्मा&amp;nbsp; से वो सवाल&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
वो नन्हीं परी पराये घर को शोभित कर रही हैं&lt;br /&gt;
अपनी आमा और बाबा का नाम वहाँ भी रोशन कर रही हैं&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
अम्मा अभी भी अपने पुराने घर&amp;nbsp; मैं&amp;nbsp; बाबा की यादो को गले हैं लगाती &lt;br /&gt;
और अपनी नन्ही परी को याद करके उसकी आंखें है&amp;nbsp; भर जाती |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4993004315018365200-7539167193067186512?l=birenbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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