<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Himanshu Kukreti</title><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Himanshu Kukreti</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>A Nice Lesson..</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>A nice lesson.......</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>stayed home.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen. </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>their</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>cleaners and stopped at</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the cheque book. He </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>sweep and mop the kitchen floor.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>on the way home. Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>did the ironing.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>laundry,</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>bathed the kids, and put them to bed.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>managed to get through without complaint.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said:</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back."</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel you have</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way </FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>they were. You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>pregnant last night."</FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 10:44:45 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/12/A-Nice.html</link></item><item><title>Nine months later..</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>Nine Months Later......" </P><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. So they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered he door if they could spend the night.</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"I realize its terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house"</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."</P><P>The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked</P><P>"Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?"</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"Yes, I do." said Bob</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"Well, um, yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out </P><P>"I have to admit that I did."</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?"</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>Bob's face turned beet red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did." Why do you ask?"</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>"She just died and left me everything."</FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"> </P></FONT><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P></FONT><FONT face="Comic Sans MS"></P></FONT><I><FONT face=Verdana size=2><P>(And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?............. now keep that </I>smile for the rest of the day.) </FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff size=2></P></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 17:50:34 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/10/Nine-months.html</link></item><item><title>Really Witty</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face=Arial size=2><P>This is one of the best comeback lines of all time. </P><P>It is a portion of National Public Radio (NPR) interview between a female broadcaster and US</P><P>Marine Corps</P><P>General Reinwald who was about to sponsor a Boy Scout Troop visiting his </P><P>military installation.</P><P>FEMALE INTERVIEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things are you going to teach </P><P>these young boys when they visit your base? </P><P>GENERAL REINWALD: We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and </P><P>shooting.</P><P>FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Shooting! That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it? </P><P>GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see why, they'll be properly supervised on the </P><P>rifle range.</P><P>FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous </P><P>activity to be teaching children?</P><P>GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle </P><P>discipline before they even touch a firearm. </P><P>FEMALE INTERVIEWER: But you're equipping them to become violent killers. </P><P>GENERAL REINWALD: Well, Ma'am, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but</P><P>you're not one, are you? </P><P>The radio went silent and the interview ended.</FONT><FONT face="Tms Rmn"> </P></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 17:35:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/10/Really.html</link></item><item><title>Jiska pata humne..</title><description><![CDATA[Jiska pata humein maloom na tha kabhi, uski talash mein zindagi guzaar di.<BR>Andherey mein shabo-sahar beet gaye, humein na kisi ne roshini udhaar di.<BR>Akhiri waqt mein uski awaaz toh aayi, kambakhth khuda ne na zindagi udhar di.<BR>Chita mein jal kar raakh ho toh jaatey, par darakhth ne na apni lakdiyaan udhar di....]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 13:47:06 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/10/Jiska-pata.html</link></item><item><title>These Feelings...</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face=Arial><FONT color=#0000ff>When I saw your name next to mine,<BR>In our wedding card,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt blessed.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When I saw you smile,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>Seeing me in traditional bride groom dress,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt teased.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When I held your hand,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>During the marriage rituals,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt responsible.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When you entered my lonely bachelor life,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>And changed it into a heavenly abode,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt lucky.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When you showed the same love as I did,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>Towa rds my parents,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt proud.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When you scolded me,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>For neglecting my health amidst my hectic work,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt pampered.</FONT><BR><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>When I saw tears of happiness in your eyes,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>As you looked at our kid, </FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>I felt blessed once again.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>All these feelings have bloomed in my heart,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>But are yet to blossom in reality.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>As these are feelings I long to feel,</FONT><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>For these are still unfelt.</FONT><BR><BR><FONT color=#0000ff>WILL YOU MARRY ME?? </FONT></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:50:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/09/These.html</link></item><item><title>My First Date.. By Prasun Roy</title><description><![CDATA[Hey All, This one is really touchy... hope you all like it.... and can understand the value of our parents....<BR><BR><FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#0000ff><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>I still remember the first date I ever went on in my life. Usually </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>first dates are memorable to everyone but for me it was something </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>that I can never forget. I went out for my first date with my high</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>school crush when I was in class eleven. It was a day that I planned </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>for weeks and finally she, Rachna, agreed to come out with me,</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Prasun Roy! In school who was famous for being a person with a cool</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>attitude with no constraints from the family end, whose parents were </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>more of buddies than dominating guardians! However the fact remained </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>that I too was from a middle class family with core values and</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>principles like all others.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Back home I lied to my parents that I was going out for a school </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>excursion and managed to get the approval of my parents and finally </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>the day arrived.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>After a short lunch at a funky restaurant, Rachna and I went hand in</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>hand for a movie. As the evening was drawing to a close we were </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>roaming in the streets of "New Market" talking to each other, about </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>each other. Life suddenly seemed so beautiful.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>All of a sudden, out of the forgotten multitude that was also</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>walking in the same street, I could see a familiar face quite</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>distinct- why I didn't know. As realization embraced my </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>consciousness, I comprehended that the face of the person</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>approaching me from the other side was of none other than but my </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>FATHER!</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Within a fraction of a second all romanticism vanished from my heart </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>and a fear engrossed it instead. I could interpret in that short</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>time the amount of humility and shame I would face suddenly as my </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>father would recognize me, scold me after we meet, and that was</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>inevitable! Apart from the scorn that I would face at home, I could</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>also feel the embarrassment I would face in front of Rachna, who</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>recognized as the cool guy ... in school as well as back home!</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Crippled with the fear I only prayed that the earth would open up</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>and I would hide there from all the humility. However there seemed </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>no practical escape from it. Then some thing happened.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>My father came near me, along with the now not-so-forgotten</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>multitude, looked into my eyes as a stranger and passed by me</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>rubbing his shoulder against mine and passed by without even </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>recognizing me. It was the biggest shock and relief of my life. I </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>still don't know which emotion was predominant at that moment.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>After sometime, Rachna went away to her home oblivious of the fact </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>what ever I just revealed, and I came back to mine.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>At home that night, life seemed to me like a prison. I went for</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>dinner with a fearful heart and a lost appetite. To my surprise,</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>everything was so very normal. My mother served dinner and we all </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>ate the usual way. This made my life more miserable. I quickly</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>finished my food and went back to my room. Questions crowded my mind</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>and I couldn't figure out what might have happened after my father </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>came back home and revealed about my forged romantic rendezvous. Why</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>everything was still so normal pained my mind even more!</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Presently my father calmly came into my room and sat beside me. I </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>looked into his eyes with fear in mine but discovered a smooth</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>comfort in his! He soothingly asked, "So Sunny Boy, how was your</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>date, I must say she was a pretty and sweet lady!"</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Like somewhat mesmerized I revealed everything to him about my first </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>date and added, "Dad, it was simply out of this world, but the day</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>passed away like a few minutes only!"</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>He smiled and said, "You know what, Albert Einstein once said ... </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Put your hand on a hot oven for a minute and it would seem like and</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>hour; put your hand upon those of a pretty lady for an hour and it</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>would seem like a minute! Now that's relativity. Its all relative, </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>the fact is how much you cherish what you gained ... RIGHT! This is</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>the biggest lesson of life my son"</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>I had never seen my father being like this before; he was more of a</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>buddy than my guardian actually. I could feel within me that I would </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>never ever be able to hide anything else from him, he actually</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>understood me much more than my own self.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>We talked for an hour and I would remember those words forever</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>perhaps! I couldn't interpret whether it was my First Date with my </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>dream girl or the First Date of knowing my father actually. However</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>I knew that I realized how much I loved and respected my father</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>after that. Just as he was leaving my room I called him and</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>said "Thank You daddy! Thank you so much!"</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Both of us knew what I was thankful for and required no mentioning.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>He turned towards me with his dreamy eyes and said these words...</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>"Hey son, how could I ever let you down my child, never! I would</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>just say, whatever happens in life and whomever you love in your</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>life and to whatever degree, you only remember one thing that your</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>Daddy has loved you 18 years more than that. 18 years more than that</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>dear!"</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4></FONT> </P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>He switched off the light and went to his room. In the mild blue and</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>gray of the moonlight ushering into my room through the window I too </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>could feel one thing ... Yes, its truly 18 more years of Love, I, or</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>any child, can never ever cover up! It was in fact my First Date,</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>the first one of actually realizing the Love I had taken for granted </FONT></P><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4>for all those Eighteen Years perhaps! It truly was so</FONT></FONT><FONT size=4> </FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 18:43:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/09/My-First-Date-By-Prasun.html</link></item><item><title>Have i ever told you</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Hi Frnds, <BR>i got this lovely poem from one of frnd... really a good poem.. hope you all like it..<BR><BR>Have I ever told you<BR>that if I sit really still and silent,<BR>sometimes. I like to think<BR>I can hear your heart beating<BR>in time with mine?</P><P>Have I ever told you<BR>that when I watch you speak to me<BR>through lines and cords,<BR>and bytes and ram,<BR>I imagine<BR>your voice,<BR>whispering into my ear?</P><P>Have I ever told you<BR>that I wait out each day<BR>in anticipation,<BR>wanting<BR>only an hour or two,<BR>just a second in space and time,<BR>to feel close to you?</P><P>Have I ever told you<BR>that there has been times,<BR>when I ached for you,<BR>ached for you so badly,<BR>that the emotions overwhelmed me..<BR>and so I sat and cried?</P><P>Have I ever told you<BR>that sometimes,<BR>I will reach out,<BR>touching your name<BR>on this cold screen before me,<BR>wishing<BR>I could reach in<BR>and pull you to me?</P><P>Have I ever told you<BR>that after the first time I heard<BR>the sound of your voice,<BR>thousands of miles away,<BR>I sat up all night,<BR>turning the conversation over and over<BR>in my mind,<BR>examining it,<BR>like some newly discovered species of flower?</P><P><BR>Have I ever told you<BR>that I dream of you often,<BR>I dream of you reaching out<BR>and touching my hand,<BR>simply to let me know<BR>that you are there,<BR>and everything is okay?</P><P>Have I ever told you,<BR>have I still yet to tell you . . . <BR>that I love you?  </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 13:30:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/09/Have-i-ever-told.html</link></item><item><title>I Dont know why..</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="COLOR: black">I don't know why I'm doing this ? <BR>But such is the state of my mind.<BR>I know I should live for the future,<BR>But I cannot put this past behind.<BR>No matter how great the adversaries, <BR>No matter how serious the strife,<BR>For its full of your memories,<BR>that I'll cherish for my life.....<BR><BR><BR>When you said you wont talk to me, <BR>I could not gather what it would be, <BR>to live without a person, <BR>who is same as me. <BR>So I filled myself with hatred, <BR>Just so that I don't feel the pain. <BR>But my feelings for you could not go away, <BR>and it just made me more insane. <BR><BR>Last time I saw you, <BR>I wanted to tell you,<BR>How much you have affected me, <BR>How much you mean to me,<BR>How much I'll miss you,<BR>And wanted to ask you,<BR>How can I ever forget you ?<BR>I know I was short on compliments.<BR>I know I was afraid to give commitments.<BR>But It was not cause you weren't great. <BR>It was just because I was afraid.<BR>What if my life gets just crappy ?<BR>What if I could not keep you happy ?<BR>I wanted to tell you this and more.<BR>But I could not, with you standing fore. <BR>Cause seeing you just made me numb,<BR>and all my sadness made me dumb.<BR>So I sat there watching you walk away,<BR>and I could do nothing but to stray<BR>in my thoughts, in my memories, <BR>searching for a new lease.<BR>I tried to forget you.<BR>I tried to get over you.<BR>I tried, I tried.<BR>Till all my hope died....<BR><BR><BR>Now, <BR>Whenever I roam outside, <BR>I remember the night at lake side. <BR>Whenever I'm in my room, <BR>I remember your face in gloom. <BR>Whenever I'm in my lab, <BR>I remember your late night scrap. <BR>Whenever I study, <BR>I remember studying while talking to you. <BR>Whenever I say something, <BR>I remember saying "pukka pukka pukka" to you.<BR>I am still living a life,<BR>But its not the same without you....<BR><BR><BR>I thought the greatest sorrow in love was , <BR>To love somebody who doesn't love you. <BR>But now I have realized it isn't true, <BR>The saddest thing in love is, <BR>To love somebody who used to love you....</SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:41:59 +0530</pubDate><link>http://himanshukukreti.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/06/I-Dont-know.html</link></item></channel></rss>