<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:37:13.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fursat</title><subtitle type='html'>Fursat..meaning of this word more than you can feel...more than you can imagine and more than we can write. and I ll write whenever I have fursat</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-7841676667027174018</id><published>2010-09-12T10:13:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:51:54.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bread jam ... Nooo Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/TIxgRKkeBDI/AAAAAAAAABU/hydB-1NgFoc/s1600/india_traffic0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515889491633374258" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/TIxgRKkeBDI/AAAAAAAAABU/hydB-1NgFoc/s320/india_traffic0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/TIxfObJruxI/AAAAAAAAABM/4fqvc_rp-2Y/s1600/7B9586E0891DD25285212A180CF.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...delhi NCR janta would agree with the title of the post. We are suffering with the jam mania these days. Three days back with Gurgaon police decided to have trial of the CWG traffic and blocked few path which connects to the office. I reached office at 10.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine that you have been sitting idle and waiting the next car to move a bit so that your car can also move. Almost two hours in jam and ghisa pita sa exuse for being late in the office. "Sir Jam tha" yeah everyone knows that then why dont you leave early from home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried it also. Its not working. Things are so bad...with the traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime ppl are so unorganised. they would take one hand out of the car ; would cross your car without even checking if someone is there behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this traffic police just blocks the traffic and forgets the entire honking of car and long que of traffic who all are waiting for their green signal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel that the plight of traffic is really pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its taking more than four hours these days to reach the destination point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel like to scratching your head, sleep in the car, slap the traffic police wala who makes the thing a big mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, amazing thing is that when you asking the police, they will say " Madam, trial chal raha hai...ap beth jao.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a joke to handle the situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just some twenty days left for CWG and traffic is like that hell has broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Govt must think abt it and make arragements for smooth traffic or dont take the responsibility if cant justify it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-7841676667027174018?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/7841676667027174018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=7841676667027174018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/7841676667027174018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/7841676667027174018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2010/09/bread-jam-nooo-traffic-jam.html' title='Bread jam ... Nooo Traffic Jam'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/TIxgRKkeBDI/AAAAAAAAABU/hydB-1NgFoc/s72-c/india_traffic0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-1153897624855663874</id><published>2010-02-14T16:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:54:22.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first ride</title><content type='html'>its first car drive of my life. and its breath taking. its learning. its adventure. its risky. hmm . when you hardly know how to overtake and all of sudden one gal comes on her scooty and u escape by one inch and thank God for rescuing your and her life.&lt;br /&gt;its fun. everytime its the calculcation going on the mind. yeah!!! this much the race , this much indticator. this much should be the distance from another car.&lt;br /&gt;its amzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-1153897624855663874?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/1153897624855663874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=1153897624855663874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1153897624855663874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1153897624855663874'/><link rel='alternate' 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comments. replying them . having VBM. made loads of frds but now all of them have been busy in life.&lt;br /&gt;hardly see anyone online these days.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had smal chat with ricky. sometime life becomes so busy and we ppl forget the basic relation life frdship and wonderful feelings like but we have become machines. work like machine. get up early. get ready. leave for office. work like hell and then back to us at dead end of day and start thinking abt next morning.&lt;br /&gt;m just tired living the same routine and same life. seem to have no excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-4085654949954800875?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/4085654949954800875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=4085654949954800875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/4085654949954800875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/4085654949954800875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-have-been-so-many-times-and-so.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-6503398146880744729</id><published>2009-10-11T20:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:21:32.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/StH01jeQVDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vtZTR60TI6Q/s1600-h/shes_giving_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391359429831578674" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/StH01jeQVDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vtZTR60TI6Q/s320/shes_giving_up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after such a long time i am writing on this page. though its always in my mind so many times. but never really took the pain to jot down my thoughts in these words. i liked the picture so pasted here. though i am feeling a bit low but not that these pic is potraying. loads of ppl dropped by on this space. some felt connected. some bored. some frustrated. but whtever. i liked whenever some one shared the toughts. life had been topsy turvy infact more than that. its a ride where in u dont know what turn it gonna when u think u gonna be smooth ride then its turns up to be round and when u think it will be in circles it ends up having plain ride &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things are sometime that much strange that u dont know what is bad or worse. and there is option only between bad worse or may be worst. u end up in life choosing some thing bzzare.my job sucks.have few ppl in life with them i loose myself the way i am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i haved changed a lot . still some time i am the same stupid emotional bloody gal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate to feel this. at the end of day its me . m feelng lke holding the sky in my hands. but get nothng. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-6503398146880744729?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/6503398146880744729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=6503398146880744729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/6503398146880744729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/6503398146880744729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/StH01jeQVDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vtZTR60TI6Q/s72-c/shes_giving_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-1294506946818614022</id><published>2008-05-25T17:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:24:01.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fursat</title><content type='html'>When i made this new blog and name it fursat- i never imagied that i wont have time to even check it; leave writing a post aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometime i dont miss my blog--as so so much to do in life--blogging has taken set back--also life has been so hectic that hardly check get time to even check my mailbox-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i love it - - i have my love in my life--and wonderful family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways--seriousally dont know what to write--u knw i even forgot that i used to write poems :P hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky se baat hoti rehti hai--i think everyone got busy in life--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bye-- will jot down some thoughts later when i ll really love to write :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-1294506946818614022?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/1294506946818614022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=1294506946818614022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1294506946818614022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1294506946818614022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2008/05/fursat.html' title='Fursat'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-6181643695473386480</id><published>2008-02-17T18:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:23.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baki Din In my home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/R7g2Qh8BHDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aCtM5GQ0Ev8/s1600-h/45293264.204littlegirlbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/R7g2Qh8BHDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aCtM5GQ0Ev8/s320/45293264.204littlegirlbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167940230023552050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not...not ...not at all feeling good about leaving my home--leaving my bed...leaving books which i havnt read for years yet i kept them...my old cards and gifts...that wind chimes..mom ki daant and papa ka dar...brothers se ladayi and remote se chedkhani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like hell...and a storm in my heart stuck..i will have to and have to my papa and mom-- i never really showed my love and care to them but right now i am feeling like to hug them...hug them so tight that no one can apart us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its painful feeling which is priecing my heart...i knew it will happen but never knew it gonna be so pain ful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u mom--papa and my stupid..loviest brothers --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please dont let me go---i wannna be wid you papa--mom i never cared for you--always fight with you but i really love u mamma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-6181643695473386480?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/6181643695473386480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=6181643695473386480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/6181643695473386480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/6181643695473386480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2008/02/baki-din-in-my-home.html' title='Baki Din In my home'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/R7g2Qh8BHDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aCtM5GQ0Ev8/s72-c/45293264.204littlegirlbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-7358929083665359890</id><published>2008-02-11T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:51:26.379+05:30</updated><title type='text'>after such a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/sunshine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing and calm&lt;br /&gt;You are often held up by others as the ideal&lt;br /&gt;But too much of you, and they'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your warmth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: connecting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write after such a long long time--i did such kind of quiz but amazing..something reminds me of my lovely days of blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just 8 days more to gofor D Day---yeah wedding on next week--and i have this chilly chill cold in this chilled winters---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm--kinda not feeeling ok--as leaving own home is much much much difficult than begin new life---crossing my fingers--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah met Ricky--Nice meeting u and ur family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bye---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-7358929083665359890?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/7358929083665359890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=7358929083665359890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/7358929083665359890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/7358929083665359890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-such-long-time.html' title='after such a long time'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-1362691756802201865</id><published>2007-08-04T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:27:59.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More practical I have been</title><content type='html'>I have become more practical now a days. and i feel good about it. Now i dont guilt for doing same for those people who do wrong with me. I feel happy with the way I am living. Though these days i have not been in touch with my friends, my blog, music and loads of things. But still there are some friends who are always there for me whether we talk or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is big relief after a tiring week and i am enjoying music, listening to Kailash kher-teri deewani, Fuzon and more n more music. I love music. So anyone knows any other lovely and soulful song,let me know i am always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waise, day before yesterday i mean on thursday it rained whole night, and waking up in the morning, all over water and water and more water. I reached office at 11.00 am and was surprized to see that only 30% ppl were present in the office. But love rain and chai and bhutta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ricky,hows your mom now...I hope she is fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PRanshu Happy birthday dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo bye will be writing more n more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-1362691756802201865?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/1362691756802201865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=1362691756802201865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1362691756802201865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1362691756802201865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-practical-i-have-been.html' title='More practical I have been'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-2329360606552970635</id><published>2007-07-15T20:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:24.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>it was my 12 july' my bday</title><content type='html'>it was my birthday. yeah on 12 july when whole world was sleeping and some of my closest and true frds were waiting to hit the clock at 12..my cell started ringing..and messages started pouring. whatever happens in life...this day remains always special...and what made it more memorable were my friends...those friends i have never met and dont know will meet or not...while going in the cab to office around 8.00 my cell rang and one jani-pehchani awaz but still wasnt able to recall who is this guy. after loads of seconds passed away..it was none other than ricky..he is my oldest friend in this blog world and would always remain special to me. love you ricky for your caring and true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of lovely, bahut purane kuch naye people called me up but then a call gave me surprise when pranshu called me up, coz he didnt have my number. he wished me and asked me to check my mailbox. when i came back home and checked, he has sent me a lovely card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/Rpo40ZeH8SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bIbiQooTXQ8/s1600-h/neetie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/Rpo40ZeH8SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bIbiQooTXQ8/s320/neetie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441201909985570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have not been so out of touch..i have really been out of world now a days...has been stuck with job and work and whenever i was free i didnt write..kinda was not really like to write..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but god made me feel that i am really blessed with true and lovely friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one gal-ria stays in my lane..always comes running to me and wishes me bday but this time she met an accident and injured and sent me letter wishing my bday.. hey gal..get well soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else..life is going good so far..i am kinda stuck with life and its better than those lonely days when i used to be on net for 20 hrs ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thanks a ton all of those people who really care and love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back soon and will write good post like its raining..yeah it rained today...rani..mongoes...chai and this blog..love this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-2329360606552970635?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/2329360606552970635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=2329360606552970635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/2329360606552970635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/2329360606552970635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-was-my-12-july-my-bday.html' title='it was my 12 july&apos; my bday'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/Rpo40ZeH8SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bIbiQooTXQ8/s72-c/neetie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-2633049869908431701</id><published>2007-05-09T06:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:24.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy happy Birthday NiDhI !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am feeling like to write a essay on her bday..like today is her bday...she is very good gal and all..but let me tell you nidhi that I was not in no mood to write a b'day post for you..1st thing that I really really didnt have time for you and secondly thing is you have not contacted me from the last one month and i thought you have forgotten me and was really upset with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i sent you sms last night and we talked night at 1 and got to know all the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/RkEbCzg8RII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnCzLWYbcbw/s1600-h/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/RkEbCzg8RII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnCzLWYbcbw/s320/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062357191143212162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways..today is your b'day and i want to wish you all the very best for all your life ahead. You have been a great friend...stupid friend..chalu friend...supportive friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was very happy to talk to you yesterday night as i havent listen your voice for so long. I want say that doesnt matter for how long we do not talk..real friends are those who talk after months and talk like before..we are one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..now guys wish her on this page only as she has deleted her blog few months back and I want her to start blogging again..because we all know that at one point of time we all think to delete our blogs..but how can you forget those moments which made you feel good after writing post and reading comments..how can you forget those friends whom you met through this blog only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last..want to wish happy happy birthday with loads of love and care....Be as you are..chalu :P hehe wonderful gal :) and luv you always..muah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday &lt;a href="http://www.nidhiinsearch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nidhi !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-2633049869908431701?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/2633049869908431701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=2633049869908431701' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/2633049869908431701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/2633049869908431701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-happy-happy-birthday-nidhi.html' title='Happy happy happy Birthday NiDhI !!!!!!'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHTmX70I_kY/RkEbCzg8RII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xnCzLWYbcbw/s72-c/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-1244850374345984089</id><published>2007-04-22T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:19:32.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hadd hai !!!</title><content type='html'>YEh bhi hadd hai...after 10 mins of remenring password of my blogger account..logging with the same password I cudnt get in to my blog. Dont knw what changed..i thought it was my password then how come changed? pata nahi kya kya karte hai...faltu mein utha ke google accout use karo..anyways logged in somehow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so currently i am big fan of &lt;a href="http://www.okesite.com/music/Ta_Ra_Rum_Pum.php"&gt;Hey shona..hey shona &lt;/a&gt;sung Shaan and Sunidhi chauhan..after listening whole year Himesh torture and all dhoom types gaane..this song is big relief to ears. Lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long week and after tiring routine..sunday is big relief...thank God its sunday :) I tasted fist mango of the season..not too sweet...but nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am just rememering one of my poem which i wrote with real emotions and just feeling same today.. &lt;a href="http://memory.rediffblogs.com/2006_19_02_memory_archive.html#1140459842"&gt;i wish i cud fly i wish i cud fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back chatted with RIcky...miss you guys so much somtime..used to be so much on blogging and orkut...comments and all..but really missed all that... but still wanna write sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is fine going on with everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve you all !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-1244850374345984089?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/1244850374345984089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=1244850374345984089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1244850374345984089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/1244850374345984089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2007/04/hadd-hai.html' title='Hadd hai !!!'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-117467045077222335</id><published>2007-03-23T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:50:50.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hi..salam namaste :)</title><content type='html'>Ramiyawastawaiya....Ramiyawastawaiya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah got it right..listening to this song and its as wonderful as it was then. Old songs have real soul and emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now another song is Ehsaan tera hoga muj par sung by Rafi ji. I find it one of the most most romantic song ever. Just awsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..yeah i know i have been out of this lovely world-blogging..from my friends..from my addiction. But I have been real busy from last couple of months. As working in another city, you hardly find time for urself. but yeah loads of time i thought to write but just couldnt. couldnt wish newyear..holi and more more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Life is going good. but missing all those days when I used to write middle of night and used to wait for comments. missing all my lovely friends..ricky,sweety,abhi,nidhi,thomas and all...Nidhi to just deleted her blog..hate her for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Indian Idol..my brother who has keen interest in music and taking classes for long time. He and his all music school mates went for an audition.He and all classmates went there early morning at 4. but what i got to know there is surprizing. few people there in the crowd uttered accidently that they are already selected. As this gal from Delhi uttered that she is going to be select in top 30 as her dad had paid 4 lacs. and some more examples have been seen there. but what kinda reality show is this? anwyays...who knows the story behind the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nothing coming in my mind right now as loads to share but what to share :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if anyone is interested to read my 1st post of this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways sachi mein missed you a lot !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment kar dena..padne mein acha lagega :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-117467045077222335?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/117467045077222335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=117467045077222335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/117467045077222335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/117467045077222335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2007/03/hisalam-namaste.html' title='hi..salam namaste :)'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-116533526201929369</id><published>2006-12-05T21:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:18:22.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dhoom:2, Yoga and FPS</title><content type='html'>ya ya I know I know there is no connection among them just for the heck of it I titled it. Nothing particular reason for not been regular to my love for blogging but just couldnt. Though I write whenever I have urge to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Dhoom:2 last week. Even on 2nd day of the week, cinema hall is packed with all possible bunkers of college,some professionals with suit-tie and some velle people like me. reaching place before the time would the best idea to get ticket but i was wrong. got tickets in black. to sit in packed hall and enjoying all hooting &amp; whistles is again something which i havent exprienced for a long time. coz it havnt been realesed in multiplexes in Delhi n NCR. Anyways, movie is typical chor-police story with best possible action stunts, sexy lasses, amazing locations and not-so-good music except title track and crazy kiya re!! Though I started feeling headache on beginning of movie itself but managed to enjoy it till end. Loved Hrithik's new avtars, Ash's clothes execpt her dialouges, Udya's comedy and ofcoz bipasha's double role. Abhishek isnt as good in this movie as he was in Dhoom but loved Rimi sen's guest role. anyways all in all good watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6668/774/1600/119879/dhoom2-2006-25b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6668/774/320/712848/dhoom2-2006-25b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya very much discussed kissing scene of Hrithik-Ash isnt so much to discuss about. but really i hate this gal when she always try to connect with guys when they are on peak of their career and doesnt utter a damn word abt it and those innocent guys keep narrating the stories. anyways leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Yoga, finally after a long long break of couple of months I began to practice yoga again and hope to reduce only few inches around my waist :) I know its cool here but lets see how long it goes. O God pls pls thoda sa kam kara do naaa :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPS: as now i am again at home and not much connected to my lovely internet world so much so i really feel bored. i watch a lot of Tv these days. so while doing something with my books i found Five Point Someone and picked it to read again. I am reading it after more than one year and believe me its wonderful exprience and joyful to read this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-116533526201929369?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/116533526201929369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=116533526201929369' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116533526201929369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116533526201929369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2006/12/dhoom2-yoga-and-fps_116533526201929369.html' title='Dhoom:2, Yoga and FPS'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-116393831351049209</id><published>2006-11-19T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:33:28.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adult Hai!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>From morning till this time i mean 5.10 pm I am couch patato today, did nothing except having lunch and watching TV, watched sarabhai v/s sarabhai, other serials and some clips of DDLJ and Lamhe on channel. Now I am utterly bored and decided to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pyaar ke side effects&lt;/span&gt; whose DVD was at my home brought by my brother. so I just put the DVD and enjoying the movie at beginning of 5-10 mins. Suddenly Guduu, a 10-12 year old kid studying in 7th std, residing just besides our house came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: didi nimbu (lemon) hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm ruk i ll check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: konsi movie hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pyaar ke side effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: achi hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya achi hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: Adult hai??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:?????????(heard this and shocked and trying to figure out where all the nimbus have gone from our fridge, may be they also went to watch some adult movie with female nimbus :P) nahi!!!! ( with a stupid expression )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: adult hai? (may be he didnt hear my answer so asked again with full enthu :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: nahi thik hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guddu: bacche dekh sakte hai? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya thik hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i tried to divert his mind and asked mom in loud voice, "mom nimbu kaha hai? fridge mein nahi hai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: shayad nahi honge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guddu, nimbu nahi hai..sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly after this thing happened, I called up my friend, Nitish and told this incident. I was like whats happening to these kids and where this kids are going? I was like dont know some day this little anshu will come to me and will say, "didi koi adult cd hai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways Dont know what to say? when I was in 7th std. I can only remember tests, scoldings, having lunch, friends, school dress and blah blah but adult??? ahaaan :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wanted to write for so long but dont know cudnt. so many things to share but cudnt write. Just wanna say that I am at my home for a month now and quitted my job because of harrasment and selfish people and decided kick that job where gals are not respected. and I am proud of what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here I am again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-116393831351049209?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/116393831351049209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=116393831351049209' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116393831351049209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116393831351049209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2006/11/adult-hai.html' title='Adult Hai!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685286.post-116030316167198806</id><published>2006-10-08T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:50:44.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>As title of this blog resembles journey and changes of life, my blog also moved from &lt;a href="http://memory.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;my memories&lt;/a&gt; to a new change of life. New Job, new people and new blog. Nothing particular reason to change my blog just because I dont wanna be in my memories anymore. My life has changed a lot. I am no more that always-online-emotional-gal. I have become busy bee :P I used new name to post my writings-fursat-It shows that whenever I ll be in fursat I ll write :) and &lt;a href="http://seventeentomatoes.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Ricky&lt;/a&gt; I know Its your fav word and mine too :P anyways no more faltu chit-chat here. I wanna wish birthday to one of my nicest friend I got from this lovely thing called blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are never the same after I met this guy. My life became more thirsty,weird and pity :| hehe just kidding :P My became life became more simplier and funnier than ever before. Its been one year now when we became friends and its been a lovely journey. he has been support to me all the way from my emotional-senti days to all my tough interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you talk to him,you wont forget him for the rest of your life. He is amazing guy with best sense of humour in this world. He is sensible. He is intelligent. He is great writer and He is a very good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6668/774/1600/11009600_1f049800c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6668/774/320/11009600_1f049800c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed each moment when you tease me with your undefined words. I treasure all those giggling when I, you and &lt;a href="http://www.nidhiinsearch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nidhi&lt;/a&gt; did in confrence. I say thanks to you for listening all those stupid cryings and idiotic things I did. And yeah I really appreciate you for listening my slience as you say I am the toughest person to talk on this earth and thats true :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am really sorry for not calling up at midnight. I set alarm but dont know I cudnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that You have been a great great friend. and we shared a lovely journey from that day till now and we ll be friends always when you ll be 70 yrs old and I ll be as young as I am now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for giving me all the support and being my friend. loads of love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abhi&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685286-116030316167198806?l=humaurfursat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/feeds/116030316167198806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685286&amp;postID=116030316167198806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116030316167198806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685286/posts/default/116030316167198806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaurfursat.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Fursat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09178771536683085963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/neetie/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
