<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of rising sunny</title><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of rising sunny</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>My Dad.</title><description><![CDATA[<STRONG><FONT face=Arial>My Dad<BR></FONT></STRONG><FONT class=f12 color=#000000><P><STRONG><FONT face=Arial></FONT></STRONG><P>Dear Papa,</P><P>this is for you,i missed you alot and could not stop myself to think about that darkest day of my life.</P><P>8th Aug. when i lost you for forever.</P><P>I still remember when you say "what are you doing my boy</P><P>?"gives immense pleasure </P><P>This   is   really    painful   to     face    in this    race    being     alone...........</P><P> </P><P> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Back when I was a child <BR>Before life removed all the innocence <BR>My father would lift me high <BR>And dance with my mother and me and then <BR><BR><BR>Spin me around till I fell asleep <BR>Then up the stairs he would carry me <BR>And I knew for sure <BR>I was loved <BR><BR><BR>If I could get another chance <BR>Another walk, another dance with him <BR>I'd play a song that would never, ever end <BR>How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again <BR><BR><BR><BR>When I and my mother would disagree <BR>To get my way I would run from her to him <BR>He'd make me laugh just to comfort me,<BR>Then finally make me do just what my mama said <BR><BR><BR>Later that night when I was asleep <BR>He left a coin under my sheet <BR>Never dreamed that he <BR>Would be gone from me <BR><BR><BR>If I could steal one final glance <BR>One final step, one final dance with him <BR>I'd play a song that would never, ever end <BR>'Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father <BR>again <BR><BR><BR>Sometimes I'd listen outside her door <BR>And I'd hear her, mama cryin' for him <BR>I pray for her even more than me <BR>I pray for her even more than me <BR><BR><BR>I know I'm prayin' for much too much <BR>But could You send back the only man she loved <BR>I know You don't do it usually <BR>But Lord, she's dyin' to dance with my father again <BR>Every night I fall asleep <BR>And this is all I ever dream<!--sc-ript language=java-script src="../../undertext.js"></sc-ript--> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P><P><EM>I love you papa and i know you always look at me and with me, juz dont worry i will manage everything........</EM></P><P><EM></EM> </P><P></P><P></P></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/334/1fca869fb2a4b2ca6cdcb2af4ccb69a2/homep/images/1219162953">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 21:51:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/19/My-Dad.html</link></item><item><title>I am so Tired</title><description><![CDATA[<P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I haven't slept a wink, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">my mind is on the blink </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">no, no, no </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I don't know what to do, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">my mind is set on you </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you'd say I'm putting you on, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">But it's no joke, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">it's doing me harm, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you know I can't sleep </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I can't stop my brain, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you know it's three days, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm going insane </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm feeling so upset, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">although I'm so tired, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'll have another cigarette </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">And curse Sir Walter Raleigh, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">he was such a stupid get, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you'd say I'm putting you on, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">But it's no joke, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">it's doing me harm, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you know I can't sleep </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I can't stop my brain, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">you know it's three weeks, </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">I'm going insane </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">Give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">Give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind </SPAN></I></B></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Librarian Regular'">Give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind</SPAN></I></B></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/334/1fca869fb2a4b2ca6cdcb2af4ccb69a2/homep/images/1219162761">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 20:59:11 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/19/I-am-so-Tired-1.html</link></item><item><title>My Dad</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Dear Papa,</P><P>this is for you,i missed you alot and could not stop myself to think about that darkest day of my life.</P><P>8th Aug. when i lost you for forever.</P><P>I still remember when you say "what are you doing my boy</P><P>?"gives immense pleasure </P><P>This   is   really    painful   to     face    in this    race    being     alone...........</P><P> </P><P>  </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Back when I was a child <BR>Before life removed all the innocence <BR>My father would lift me high <BR>And dance with my mother and me and then <BR><BR><BR>Spin me around till I fell asleep <BR>Then up the stairs he would carry me <BR>And I knew for sure <BR>I was loved <BR><BR><BR>If I could get another chance <BR>Another walk, another dance with him <BR>I'd play a song that would never, ever end <BR>How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again <BR><BR><BR><BR>When I and my mother would disagree <BR>To get my way I would run from her to him <BR>He'd make me laugh just to comfort me,<BR>Then finally make me do just what my mama said <BR><BR><BR>Later that night when I was asleep <BR>He left a coin under my sheet <BR>Never dreamed that he <BR>Would be gone from me <BR><BR><BR>If I could steal one final glance <BR>One final step, one final dance with him <BR>I'd play a song that would never, ever end <BR>'Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father <BR>again <BR><BR><BR>Sometimes I'd listen outside her door <BR>And I'd hear her, mama cryin' for him <BR>I pray for her even more than me <BR>I pray for her even more than me <BR><BR><BR>I know I'm prayin' for much too much <BR>But could You send back the only man she loved <BR>I know You don't do it usually <BR>But Lord, she's dyin' to dance with my father again <BR>Every night I fall asleep <BR>And this is all I ever dream<SCRIPT language=JavaScript src="../../undertext.js"></SCRIPT> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P><P><EM>I love you papa and i know you always look at me and with me, juz dont worry i will manage everything........</EM></P><P><EM></EM> </P></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 20:22:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/19/My-Dad-1.html</link></item><item><title>Cheers for Tears.........</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Pyaar me humne kya paaya chodo ye ab jane do,kya btlayen kya kaisa tha jaisa bhi tha jane do.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Wo aakhri mulakat shayad mujhe pata tha ki fir milna nahin ho payega par fir bhi main ye jatana nahin chahta tha aur koshish kar raha tha ki shayad uske chehere par wo umeed dikhe,wo haunsla dikhe.Aur wo bhi shayad yahi koshish kar rahi thi par uski koshish ne mano ghutne tek diye jab train platform par ruki,aur dekhte hi dekhte dabe hue dard,gam,takleef laawa ban kar foot pade.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaaj bhi apne aap se main ye sawaal poochtha hun ki kyun maine kisi ke emotions ke saah khela,kyun kisi ko sapne dekhne ka haq diya,kyun nahin samajh saka uske pyaar ko,kyun itna khudgarj ho gaya.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaj bhi wo chehra,wo Lucknow ka station,wo reservation window aur meri aakhri mulakat uski kasak ke saath,uski har baat rah rah ke yaad aati hai aur dil ki gahraiyon me jahan maine kisi ko jhankne tak nahin deta badi aasani se utar jati hai,mano sirf un gahraiyon me sirf usi ka haq hai.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaj bhi woh<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>manjar saath hai,jo akelapan shayad maine tab mehsus kiya tha wo aaj bhi mera humsafar hai.Hum kyun apna khalipan baatne ke liye kisi ki majburion ka fayda utha lete hain aur ye kyun nahin samajh paate ke kisi aur ko uski jindgi jeene ka poora haq hai aur hume koi haq nahin kisi ko tohfe me itne dard dene ka wo dard jo puri jindgi ke liye sirf nasoor ban kar rah jayen.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaj bhi wo hi shatranj ka maidan hai,wo hi bisaat,wo hi chaalon ka daur par ek mohra toot chuka hai kisi aur ke liye maat khate khate,fasta ja raha hai chalon me aur ye chalen jo koi aur nahin uska khud ka wajeer chal raha hai.Dushman ko harana kitna aasaaan lagta hai par koi apna aapki apni bisaat par aapki saari chalon ko ulta kar de to sivay takleef ke kuch nahin deta.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaj bhi taash ke 52 patte,aur har patte ke saath ek haar,haar faila ke intejar karti dikhayi deti hai,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Aaj bhi jab mujhko wo pal yaad aate hain,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>tere roobaru teri justju tere ishq me tere ishq me<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Tere ishq me hai tere ishq me raakh se roothi koyal se kaali raat kate na hijra wali,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Teri justju karte rahe marte rahe,tere ishq me,tere roobaru baithe hue marte rahe tere ishq me,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Tere ishq me tanhaiyan,tanhaiya,tere ishq me,humne bahut behlaiyan,tanhaiyan tere ishq me.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 11:40:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/17/Cheers-for-Tears.html</link></item><item><title>HONEY</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">HONEY.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Life is a live example to see and analyze altogether different and diversified set of people.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">One Set:-Devoted<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>and always happy, gives happiness and enjoyment, blind supporters in every scenario of life.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Second Set:-Controvercial,tried to be honest but jealous, never can see anybody happy.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Third Set:- Those who are even worse for their own sisters and brothers try to showoff extreme intellectual and intelligence but inside they are scary whatsoever the reasons e.g. there personality, low grade knowledge, complicated style of handling the situation.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Fourth Set:- Looser at own front,always's look for their own benefit and then their family members profit even after then if got some room for others then also make the things panic and puzzled.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Life I do agree a cocktail of all different kind of drinks, blend of<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>so many attitudes.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">But problem starts when some body needs unwanted and unnecessary responses.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I have seen persons very good for past relations but problem with present one,I don't know why they made such habits to be unhappy always's.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">And what they want God to do in such aspects.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Never-ever expect a relation where you feel would be in trouble at the end, if have then keep the courage to open and to favor it. But now a day's I have seen girls used to say every second person honey,my love why? Because they are having such warm welcome style and attitude. Hat's off,superb. Who?are going to tell these small town gals that you can't spread <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:City> honey on every second person like this. Or you also call every second person <st1:City><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:City> Daddy.My GOD really such gal's should move <st1:country-region><st1:place>USA</st1:place></st1:country-region> or <st1:country-region><st1:place>UK</st1:place></st1:country-region> for further evaluation.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I know such devoted personalities,I don't know where they are putting such devotion and bloody hell for whom. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">One of my friends wife is having such affair earlier,my friend asked her about the same but it was refused and taken for granted. I asked my friend also to avoid such small things which happened before marriage but problem starts when one fine day he saw those transmission of mails where mind blowing devotion was seen and was continued after marriage,after this episode even his holy wife was trying to cover and the best part of the story that person so called affair turned up and start accepting the confusion done by third person. Surprisingly great My friend by profession who is involvolved in judging others is going to trust such things in fact would never be able to give such love and care to his wife and her family<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>for whole life.And above all what he will think about her family members???????</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Mistakes are granted nonsense<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>explanations no places.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">If any female reading this,i would like to say Be honest and make the things clear,otherwise soon one fine day extreme storming condition will spoil everything and then will left with nothing instead of empty hands.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"></SPAN> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:55:40 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/16/HONEY-1.html</link></item><item><title>Alone.</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">ALONE.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Still Remember that time when I lost my Dad, my role model and my coach for every small step right from my birth.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I started my Life from Dehradun , a beautiful city of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>Mountains</st1:place></st1:City>,Valley and rivers with full of greenry.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I can still feel and sooth that safe touch when probably my Dad<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>would have been taken me into his arms first time and can realize better his words.Those words which were more sweeter than honey,more deeper than sea,more wider than sky and above all full of love and ownness.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Yes I was the one what exactly my Dad dreamed about as his son,but some times you tried a lot to touch the expectation of ur beloved ,race faster and faster but at the end point you realize winning flag is not in ur hold.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">That Race which matters a lot for you because some body else behind you is taking more pain to see that flag in your hand.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Really to win and give an utmost satisfaction to ur self is very smaller than to see someone else taking the pleasure of the same.Honestly I am not at all that winner,but honestly I tried my level best to see that something in my Dad's eyes,those eyes which always wanted me to have that winner crown and those lips which always wanted to kiss his son's forehead<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>and those arms which wanted to give me a warm and deep hug..</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Even after loosing any game I got great appreciation from my dad.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Today I need the same but sad part I don't have any body to be there with me.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Second part I got married with high expectation to join a new family, and every expectation was brutally squeezed and being a fand being a frontline warrior I used to coordinate, but why? To coordinate and why to compromise?when there are no mistakes at my end?why I critically evaluated as the worst relation any body would ever have?why? because I don't believe in hiding something?because I am straightforward?because I am blunt ?because I am honest?if I am paying because of such reasons then I am willing to pay heavily but no more compromises with those who are bloody liars and cheaters.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Yes! I loved some one and hav the guts to accept the same things,because I am not like those bastards who ditches some body and whole life spoil in preparing the pitch to convince on their fuckoff excuses.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Yes<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I tried best to accept the some one I liked but in my every<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>decision I think my dad would be near to me<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>and will feel in my absence my son is some how hurting everybody for the sake of his likings.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Dad I want to live by my own way plz give me one day where I can juz come out from the role of a son,a brother,a husband,an employee and will hav the pleasure to live what I am, I want to purchase something for me except drink and ciggretes,want to see me infront of mirror the whole day what I was and what I am.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I want to go out for shopping,to eat some food in a restaurant,to take a deep breath,to </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Yes! I will live my life once.Strong Rope of Hope.... </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/334/1fca869fb2a4b2ca6cdcb2af4ccb69a2/homep/images/1219163042">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:08:49 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/16/Alone.html</link></item><item><title>your own Pitch where you ditched</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Life is really shows different faces, faces which are simply gives different parameters a different lookout, different pitch to play always.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Your own pitch where you feel Ditch.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Jindgi dusron ke liye jeete jeete thak <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>gaya</st1:place></st1:City> hun,wo dusre jo aapki takleef ko tamasha samajhte hain,har pal ek naye pod pe ek naya khanjar liye milte hain.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Us khanjar ka manjar bhi alag hota hai jo shayad chubhte waqt dard ka andajaa bhi nahin lagata sirf chahta hai andar tak chu jaana,gharai tak pahunchna, wo gahrai jahan dard nasoor ban jata hai aur khoon ki har boond hisab mangti hai aapko khoon ke taraju me tol deti hai,aur boli lgti hai wo boli jahan neelami sirf aapki hoti hai,wo neelami jahan se aap ek hare hue saudagar ki tarah uthe hain,wo neelami jahan aapka sab kuch bik jata hai,wo neelami jahan aapke aasuon ki koi kadra nahin hoti kadra hoti hai to jyada se jyada bolo lagane wale ke aur fir ek hatoda padta hai jahan sabse jyada boli lagane wale ko sabkuch de diya jata hai wo sab kuch jo shayad aapne ek ek tinka kar ke joda hota hai aur fir </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Milte hain log in hi mansubon ke saath,inhi mulakaton se, sirf matlabon se,sirf nahin milte to wo jo malham lagane ka marm bhi samajte hon.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Dard ki har aawaaz sun chukka hun, har dastak aaj tak goonjti<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>hai in kaaanon me.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Darwajon <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>ko bhi shayad aadat pad chuki hai <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>inhi aawajon ko sunne ki inhi takleefon ka intejaar karne ki,par ye man fir bhi sochata hai har pal shayad koi to samjhe par samajh ne wale samajhne me der kar dete hain bahut der ...</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 21:04:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/04/your-own-Pitch-where-you-ditched.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Kaise batayen aur kisko batayen ki kaisi thi wo mulakaaten jin me pyaar chupa hota tha,kaisi thi wo hasraten jis me deedar chupa hota tha,kaisi thi <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>wo raahen jin me<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>intezaar chupa hota tha ,kaisa tha wo sparsh jis me ahsaas chupa hota tha,kahan chali gai wo raaten jin me <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>tumhare <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>sapno ka saamna hua karta tha , kahan gai wo barsaaten jin boodon ko bhi shayad intejaar hota tha hum dono ko ek doosre ke karreb aate hue dekhne ka, un sapno ko sajate aur dekhte hue dekhne ka wo bade- bade vaade vo saath rahne <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>ki kasme .</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Aaj bhi sab kuch waisa hi hai BAS EK TUM NAHIN HO!</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">"Saji nahin baarat to kya aayi na <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place>milan</st1:place></st1:City> ki raat to kya,pyaar kiya teri yaadon se gathbandhan tere waadon se."</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">"Tune apna maan liya hai hum the kahan is kaabil,wo ahsaaan kiya jise bhulana hai muskil .Deh bani na dulhan to kya pehne nahin kangan to kya."</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">"Tan ke rishte toot bhi jayen toote na man ke bandhan, jisne diya humko apnaapan usi ka hai ye jeevan,Baandh liye man ka bandhan jeevan hai tujh par arpan."</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">BIN PHERE HUM TERE.</P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/334/1fca869fb2a4b2ca6cdcb2af4ccb69a2/homep/images/1189751472">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 11:59:48 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/14/Untitled.html</link></item><item><title>I C U a  wounded journey towards Feel to Heal.</title><description><![CDATA[<P>I C U is the word which really gives afeeling of an Emergency,Emergency which can be caused with hell number of reasons and mishappenings</P><P>I C U also shows the kind of Care one needs in need</P><P>I C U also indicates that i know everything about you i feel u when ur heart beats i feel u when u feel puzzeled,i feel u when u needed me most.</P><P>But inspite of the fact why some one close to heart lies and shows the respact for the closest one.</P><P>Why? some one expects depth love for which that does'nt deserve for.</P><P>In my very small experience of life i have seen great variations evry body expects and blames without knowing the exact reality behind.</P><P>Why? i luv to keep my self down juz for the sake of giving space to some one.</P><P>why? some times we neglect our priorities to juz set others priorities in our life</P><P>why? we always compromise even we don't want to do this?</P><P>why? we do believe in being bad to make some one better than us?</P><P>But interesting to whom it shoul realized is far far away from the realities....</P><P>My small experiance  teaches me that</P><P><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#ff0000 size=4>"DON'T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><DIV><DIV><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM..." </SPAN></FONT></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"></SPAN></FONT> </P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"></SPAN></FONT> </P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">I don't know why i am feeling so light after writing this feel like getting an opportunity to start my life again with some one who cares and willing to be apartner in this Brutally wounded Journey towards feel to heel.</SPAN></FONT></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"></SPAN></FONT> </P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"></SPAN></FONT> </P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=maroon size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-STYLE: italic">"NEVER   CRY    FOR   ANY   RELATION   IN     LIFE <BR><BR>BECAUSE    FOR   THE   ONE   WHOM    YOU   CRY  <BR><BR>DOES   NOT   DESERVE   YOUR TEARS <BR><BR>AND    THE    ONE   WHO    DESERVES <BR><BR>WILL   NEVER   LET   YOU    CRY.................</SPAN></FONT></I> </B><B><I><FONT color=maroon size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-STYLE: italic">"</SPAN></FONT></I></B> </P><DIV><DIV><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B><I><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=maroon size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-STYLE: italic"><BR></SPAN></FONT></I></B></P></DIV></DIV></SPAN></FONT><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">with regards</SPAN></FONT></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">Risingsunny from darkest phase of the life,</SPAN></FONT></P><P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic">cheers! for tears!</SPAN></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic"><B><I><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=maroon size=4><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-STYLE: italic"><BR></SPAN></FONT></I></B></P></SPAN></FONT></DIV></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/334/1fca869fb2a4b2ca6cdcb2af4ccb69a2/homep/images/1187762017">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 10:25:17 +0530</pubDate><link>http://risingsunny.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/22/I-C-U-a-wounded-journey-towards-Feel-to.html</link></item></channel></rss>