<?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-2968512188448385776</id><updated>2012-02-21T08:00:45.472+05:45</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Story'/><category term='bad1.exe'/><category term='antivirus'/><category term='memories'/><category term='solution'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Ghost'/><category term='destroy'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='virus'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='world'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='rose'/><category term='msmsgs.exe'/><category term='Nepal'/><category term='New Nepal'/><category term='Television'/><category term='love'/><category term='heart'/><category term='war'/><category term='crying eyes'/><title type='text'>Bibek's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Me Bibek.. young n energetic computer professional from Kathmandu, Nepal the land of Mt. Everest n Buddha with the Brave Gorkhas..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-5049513915105257277</id><published>2008-10-05T10:41:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:41:15.918+05:45</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Save My Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Paradise of earth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;existing freely from it's birth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;with the history of mighty gurkhas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;along with the combination of temples and stupas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mt. Everest the nature's souvenir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;standing high without fear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone has taken our peace&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and just left noise and stress&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord "Shiva" prisoned in Pashupati&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Buddha" weeping for honesty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to save my land&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;against all those barriers and bands&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want my "Shiva" back smiling.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And my "Buddha" preaching&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want my former bravery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and all the golden history&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though, I am only one to stand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to save my land.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to save my Nepal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-5049513915105257277?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/5049513915105257277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=5049513915105257277' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5049513915105257277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5049513915105257277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-save-my-land.html' title='I Want To Save My Land'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-3676218996640251817</id><published>2008-05-27T14:51:00.004+05:45</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:57:03.180+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad1.exe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antivirus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msmsgs.exe'/><title type='text'>Deleting toon super love virus ( bad1.exe, bad2.exe, bad3.exe msmsgs.exe )</title><content type='html'>Probably u r suffering from viruses in ur computer.. toonsuper love virus has following effects :&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't see folder option in folder's tool menu.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can't find search item in start button.&lt;br /&gt;3. System.exe and task manager ( ctrl+alt+del) doesn't run in your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how to remove it !!!! Here's the solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to observe this virus (if has any choice u r infect)&lt;br /&gt;1. click tools at the top of mycomputer but it not has "Folder Option"&lt;br /&gt;2. press ctrl+alt+del it show "Task Manager has been disabled by your administrator"&lt;br /&gt;3. can't use Find Tools (ctrl+F)&lt;br /&gt;4. Start&gt;Run&gt; type regedit it show "Registry editing has been disible by your administrator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to solve it&lt;br /&gt;1. download this file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/xp_taskmgrenab.zip" s_oidt="0" s_oid="http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/xp_taskmgrenab.zip"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/xp_taskmgrenab.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/folderopts.zip"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/folderopts.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/regtools.zip"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/regtools.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/find.zip"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/toonsuperlove/find.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.save all of this text to your desktop (in txt or doc or handwrite is up to u because we will restart computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.restart computer (before restart read buttom first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when restart type "f8" button and choose safe mode&lt;br /&gt;(it will show to choose safe mode before windows xp screen ,, if it go to windows xp screen before restart again)&lt;br /&gt;(if it show at the buttom of screen "Press esc to cancle blablabla~" ,, press ESC )&lt;br /&gt;(when come in safe mode choose yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.ok if u come to this step that mean u come in safe mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.extract of file that u download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.open xp_taskmgrenab.exe&lt;br /&gt;- check in the enable box&lt;br /&gt;- then apply&lt;br /&gt;- now u can test ctrl+alt+del&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.double click find.vbs , folderopt.vbs and regtool.vbs one time (it will show enable  if it show disable click it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Double Click at "My computer" at "Desktop" choose Tools &gt; FolderOptions&lt;br /&gt;- in "FolderOptions" choose tab "View"&lt;br /&gt;- choose "Show hidden files and folders"- remove mark from "Hide extention…" and "Hide protected operating system file- choose OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. go to "C:\windows\" find&lt;br /&gt;"autorun.inf" ,, delete it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. go to "C:\windows\system32" find&lt;br /&gt;"bad1.exe"&lt;br /&gt;"bad2.exe"&lt;br /&gt;"bad3.exe"&lt;br /&gt;"system.exe"&lt;br /&gt;"msmsgs.exe (this icon is a fade folder)" ,, delete it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Start&gt;Run&gt; type "regedit" and enter&lt;br /&gt;- go to HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE&gt;SOFTWARE&gt;MICROSOFT&gt;WINDOWS&gt;CURRENTVERSION&gt;RUN&lt;br /&gt;- delete bad1.exe bad2.exe bad3.exe system.exe and msmsgs.exe (virus "msmsgs" it will load from c:/windows/system32 not program file &gt;,&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;- close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. finsih!! now virus has been remove ^^ u can restart it again and use normally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** if u has any flash drive check it before use it maybe this virus infect **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to check&lt;br /&gt;please read slowly if it false u maybe do it again at the first step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. put flash drive in to computer (don't open anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "right click not left" at F:(suppose this name is your flashdrive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if it has a bold text "Autorun" that mean it has a virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. choose "open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. delete autorun.inf bad1.exe bad2.exe bad3.exe msmsgs.exe system.exe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. finish (and do all of your flash drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now make folder option back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Double Click at "My computer" at "Desktop" choose Tools &gt; FolderOptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. in "FolderOptions" choose tab "View"&lt;br /&gt;   1)choose "Do not show hidden files and folders"   2)choose mark from "Hide extention…" and "Hide protected operating system file   3)OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Congratulation! if u come to this step so that mean u has finish and clean all of virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are safe and done.. Hope it will help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-3676218996640251817?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/3676218996640251817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=3676218996640251817' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/3676218996640251817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/3676218996640251817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2008/05/deleting-toon-super-love-virus-bad1exe.html' title='Deleting toon super love virus ( bad1.exe, bad2.exe, bad3.exe msmsgs.exe )'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-2665384858850630444</id><published>2008-05-06T11:36:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:36:34.802+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Hii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Certainly where randomly searching n clicking here n there.. I got this site.. wow.. I like it.. as it is alwyz my hobby to write something whenever i am free this obviously will support me.. besides that It will help me to be in touch with my frens.. wherever they are..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is the new beginning of blog in another site than that blogger which i still use.. let's keep on blogging n share watever we cud.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;All da best.. Chao.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-2665384858850630444?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/2665384858850630444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=2665384858850630444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2665384858850630444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2665384858850630444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2008/05/hii.html' title='Hii..'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-5530832390590633472</id><published>2008-04-15T18:03:00.009+05:45</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:06:57.255+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Nepal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nepal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>New Destination... New Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most awaited Constituional Assembly Election is in the final mode for its completion. A drastic change of political situation came into the existence. People of Nepal has given a chance to Maoists giving them a solo chance to lead new Nepal. Certainly, we have ambitious new destination as a New Nepal. There are many hindrances and limitations on its way. As every destination can't be conquered easily, New Nepal, is far more difficult to conquer. The trust of Nepalese are now on Maoists hand and now it depends upon the constitution they made on how to achieve the one and only goal of all of us " New Nepal". It will not be easy for them to face the international unsupport at the first since the economy of nepal isn't so large within it's territory only. And thus, it may take several years for the constant growth of economy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the result is approximately in our hand we can now say that the 12 years struggle of Maoist has not gone in vain. They have struggled armed, on the road and now they have got what they want. Now it's their turn to keep faith and trust that we nepali people have kept in favor of them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being in abroad, I can't say what is going to happen in Nepal, But I can dream of New Nepal with new destinations... fast growing economy, labelled developments, and the most the losted "peace and harmony".. Whenever I dwell in the road of this unknown destination I see everytime a hope and brightness of my New Nepal. Whenever I go to the work and interact with new people with new ideas and thoughts I see the dream of New Nepal. Everybody will be in peace and harmony in my Nepal. Whenever I step in Nepal I will be welcomed by the kind heart of My land taking me in its womb. I will feel the cool breeze of my New Nepal in a new sense. I will shake hands of New Nepal's brother and sister. I lucky will I be at that time. These are the dreams many of us NRN sees everyday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides, the hindrances and obstacles I wish Maoists a warm congratulation and a very best of luck for their way towards Our Destination.. New Nepal... I hope every leader of every party will b helping a joined hand to everybody for all nepalese dream and destination... New Nepal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457284684522434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASoLs6vI9I/AAAAAAAAADg/4YQBY4399M0/s1600-h/nepal_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457589627200466" style="CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASoLs6vI9I/AAAAAAAAADg/4YQBY4399M0/s320/nepal_map.gif" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457284684522434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let us Pray our Flag and Our Land for a New Nepal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There must be a revolution to change a system.. since the revolution had landed safely.. let's not our revolution just remains in history only. Let it not remain just as a sweet dream of New Nepal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-5530832390590633472?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/5530832390590633472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=5530832390590633472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5530832390590633472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5530832390590633472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-destination-new-nepal.html' title='New Destination... New Nepal'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/SASn586vI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/N-hijFmjx8g/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-497260768210640675</id><published>2008-02-16T14:56:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:04:56.080+05:45</updated><title type='text'>B. I. B. E. K.   T. H. A. P. A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/R7aqgiN1z2I/AAAAAAAAADI/6HNDufJsGRU/s1600-h/PICT0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167505098371616610" style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/R7aqgiN1z2I/AAAAAAAAADI/6HNDufJsGRU/s320/PICT0228.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eyond the barriers of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n the dream of beautiful tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;egging you all the love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;verlasting and the one forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;inda, soft, gentle and fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ill the end of horizon and eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oping to get all your sensitivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll the untrodden ways of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;romising to hold ur hand though me in strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mong the beautiful mountains in paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-497260768210640675?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/497260768210640675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=497260768210640675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/497260768210640675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/497260768210640675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2008/02/b-i-b-e-k-t-h-p.html' title='B. I. B. E. K.   T. H. A. P. A'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/R7aqgiN1z2I/AAAAAAAAADI/6HNDufJsGRU/s72-c/PICT0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-2281742758407925097</id><published>2007-12-15T14:58:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:28:13.102+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Pariii.....</title><content type='html'>"Parii.." So sweet word... the word which resembles and imaginary lady who is so sweet... so cute and so loving... I was rumouring in the darkness without any destination... I had started to live alone... I had started to live in pain... I did frenship with tears and wine... Suddenly oneday so called "parii.." came in to my life.. yeah parii you came in to my life and made me laugh again.... You showed me a dim light very far which I was aimed for.... You showed me the way to live a life happily... you made me cry and made me laugh... you used to dart me for nothing and you used to love me for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave u the name "Parii..." for you were totally parii... you have everything that might the so called parii's have... When the love was needed u came taking that love... when the hope was going to be ended.. You lit the candle of hope in my life.. you became my aim for living..  and you became my inspiration to do something... I have lost the love once.. but I see love for me in ur eyes.. I was gifted with ur love... N I was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parii you have everything.. you have got so nice feelings... you have got so kind heart.. you have got so cute face... I do wonder sometimes looking at the sky in the night... Why did the god provide everything to my pariii and nothing to me.... Why I can't get you.... Such silliness comes in my mind sometimes... But yeah although I couldn't get you I will alwyz b loving you and I alwyz wanna be your support whenever u need that... Anyway now I am going far away from you just to make you happy... I will b loving you alwyz from very far... I will alwyz b wishing for your best... When I am writing all these tears rolled down on my cheeks... but yeah again I have started to live in pain... to live alone... Parii you came into my life but not being mine... That was the worst thing happend to me.. I do think I am borned only to get hurt.... It's okey.. I wish god plz give me so much pain and make my parii happy alwyz... god plz give me all those tears and make my parii alwyz smiling.. god plz give me so much hate and give my parii the best love... the last word to my parii... I LOVE YOU FOREVER....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-2281742758407925097?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/2281742758407925097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=2281742758407925097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2281742758407925097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2281742758407925097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/12/pariii.html' title='Pariii.....'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-3300884306648104534</id><published>2007-06-27T11:47:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:23:19.623+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Missing You madly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIDJROxkaI/AAAAAAAAACw/OaKG5qUXqXE/s1600-h/1053270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080626787406418338" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIDJROxkaI/AAAAAAAAACw/OaKG5qUXqXE/s320/1053270.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We used to run together when we are in hurry.. we used to walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the untrodden ways together.. n do u remember we used to do so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;much silly n s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIBNBOxkYI/AAAAAAAAACg/_0Ct5znxdcs/s1600-h/1696904.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tupid things together.. those stupid moments make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me cry when i miss you now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIEZBOxkbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zBd-PkrZ3AQ/s1600-h/874352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080628157500985778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIEZBOxkbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zBd-PkrZ3AQ/s320/874352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The bank of the river we walked together are now very hot n dry.. they lack of our footsteps.. The mountains are waiting us to be in its arms.. The road we tramped together teases me for I am alone.. You know missing someone is the worst thing in this world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoICXxOxkZI/AAAAAAAAACo/aJ70jTXnMVc/s1600-h/597181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080625937002893714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoICXxOxkZI/AAAAAAAAACo/aJ70jTXnMVc/s320/597181.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do you still remember the moments we smoked together hiding from this world.. but now i don't have anyone to hide with me.. so i left smoking.. n the places are empty now.. they told me they too are missing us.. may b those place are feeling like me as I now am alone.. Do you remember we used to quarrel in small matters... But i don't have anyone to debate now.. so I am silent and I don't have words... I feel I forgot to speak... Do you remember u used to sing n i used to admire your voice.. but now the lyrics of the song are lost in the dark dead world... and now i can't hear any voices around me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have become totally blind not to see the beautiness of this world without you.... I have become deaf for no one speaks to me... I have become dumb for no one is there to hear my feelings.. This is how my life going on without you.. still I am in hope that one day again we will be together to get back those moments.. I am in hope you will come back to make me speak... to make me laugh.. to make me listen.. and to make walk... Waiting you to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIFFROxkcI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoxRLNBY64Q/s1600-h/1696904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080628917710197186" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="145" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIFFROxkcI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoxRLNBY64Q/s320/1696904.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am really miisssing you.. and feeling lonely.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To My beloved and best and best friend roshan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2968512188448385776-3300884306648104534?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RoIDJROxkaI/AAAAAAAAACw/OaKG5qUXqXE/s72-c/1053270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-1952799966310777392</id><published>2007-06-26T13:09:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:15:59.028+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Died for Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I sit in the park where I dwell, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For this girl I love so well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She took my heart away from me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now she wants to set me free. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a boy on her side, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says things to him she never said to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran home to cry on my bed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a word to mother was said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father came home late that night, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He looked at me from left to right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He saw me hanging from a rope, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He took his knife to cut me down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on my dress a note was found: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dig my grave, Dig it deep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dig my grave, From head to feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on the top, place a dove. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember this, I died for love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-1952799966310777392?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-5562279957330658358</id><published>2007-06-25T13:35:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:02:53.213+05:45</updated><title type='text'>A worthless Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A village in darkness, very less use of lights, very few words are spoken, very less men to tramp in the blank road, rare to laugh but none was unhappy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boy very feared on himself, very self spoken to himself, very scared to speak, a dead life living but very few to comment oh his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspite of these, "A God" so  cruel, "A God" so vivid, "A God" so rude but "The God" prayed by everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of them all, "An Angel" so pure, "An Angel" so true, "An Angel" so white, "An Angel" so cute, "An Angel" so loving, "An Angel" so caring and "An Angel" promising to light the village.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly, the village became bright, So unique it looked, The village became noisy far to be listened, everyone's smile none to get angry, everything changed in a while and everything so great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy smiled for the very first time. The boy told his name with loud voice to the world, The boy ran a long distance for the first time. So much joy and happiness he found, The boy dreamt for the first time and he overjoyed the dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lights started to burn everynights. The songs started to be palyed till mid nights. The road became too busy. Every house was rhythmed with the laughters. And hence everyone compited to live  more, to laugh more, to speak more and to fear very less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy  felt being in another world, he got words to speak, friends to laugh, society to envy him and he a different heart to love him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days changed, months changed and slowly "Lightness" started to show its power, everyone's got heated for the first time, "Words" showed its power and everyone became non-listener, everyone became runner and "Marathon" became useless, Everyone laughed uselessly the "Smiles" lost its meaning and everyone died for happiness and few got it. They felt themself as if they were no need of each other. They became perfect in each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy Spoke so much, The boy laughed so much, the boy lived so fearlessly but the boy lived so perfectly but he didn't get meaning of his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone was now disturbed, nobody cared for each other, the smile laughed seeing the pains, the happiness clapped seeing the sorrows and the villagers lived a total evil dying life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy tried to laugh, got a drop of tear, the boy tried to speak, the words lost in universe, the boy stepped a leg and he broke his leg. At the last the boy surrendered himself but got "An Hope".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Hope" introduced "An Angel"... She was far from the light, still she was burned with knowledge. She was far from the words, still has many best lyrics. She has little kind and loving heart and so many things to trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Angel" gave her words to make the boy speak, "The Angel" gave her support to make the boy walk. "The Angel" sung her lyrics to make the boy listen and "The Angel" gave her trust to make the boy perfect. But the boy listened the tunes of his darkness, walked the dead dark ways and the boy was again empty like in the beginning. "The Boy" became deaf for he listened so many words, the boy became no more of use for he got so many trust. Still the "The Angel" is singing her songs but not for "The Boy" who didn't listen her.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my own true story)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-5562279957330658358?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/5562279957330658358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=5562279957330658358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5562279957330658358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/5562279957330658358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/worthless-life.html' title='A worthless Life'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-4228409448081675485</id><published>2007-06-18T18:43:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:54:55.256+05:45</updated><title type='text'>A Short Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have been like a ghost because there is no sign of life in my movement. I couldn't sleep the whole night, thinking about you, wondering hours and hours....what if i close my eyes forever, what if my dreams remain unfulfilled. I stand right infront of mirror and i tell you...my eyes really plucked my heart. How can anyone be this much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As it gets closer to a day i get more upset. I noe i hate the feelings i hav at the moment. It isn't that easy to miss someone and i realize only after meeting you that i m no longer strong at heart. At moment like this, i just wish love was never there, because the pain wouldn't be this much...Really missing you is so painful that i feel i will die anymoment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;How i wish you could know everythin bout this..I have always feared bout death, heard death is scary, cruel and cold but now i think i never knew what death is, i only know what is leaving you and how it feels to have you no more...touch wood! And after all these, for when she will leave me, i will have my death with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Love can make people go crazy and yes i m crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-4228409448081675485?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/4228409448081675485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=4228409448081675485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/4228409448081675485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/4228409448081675485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-letter.html' title='A Short Letter'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-2686044827987205494</id><published>2007-06-17T19:12:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:15:13.715+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Let Me Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was once a guy who was very much in love with a girl. The sweet girl folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to her beloved. Although, at that time he was just a student in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, that boy told her he was going to city and will never come back. He also told her that He cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the girl agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When she regained his confidence, she worked hard day and night, slogging her body and mind just to make something out of herself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this girl had set up her own company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You never fail until you stop trying." she always told herself. "I must make it in life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One rainy day, while this girl was driving, she saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take her long to realise those were her ex-boyfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, she drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot her in his luxury car. She wanted them to know that she wasn't the same anymore, she had her own company, car, condo, etc. She had made it in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before the girl can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary, and she got out of her car and followed them...and she saw her ex-Boyfriend, a photograph of him smiling sweetly as ever at her from his tombstone... and she saw her precious papercranes in a bottle placed beside his tomb. His parents saw her. She walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, he did not leave for city at all. He was stricken ill with cancer. In his heart, he had believed that she will make it someday, but he did not want his illness to be his obstacle ... therefore he had chosen to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He had wanted his parents to put his papercranes beside him, because, if the day comes when fate brings her to him again she can take some of those back with her. The girl just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(though it is so tragic but the reality is alwyz bitter.. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-2686044827987205494?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/2686044827987205494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=2686044827987205494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2686044827987205494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2686044827987205494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me Love You'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-3486206751278268674</id><published>2007-06-14T14:19:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:40:42.932+05:45</updated><title type='text'>मेरो यो कस्तो दिन</title><content type='html'>किन किन आज बिहान देखि नै अलिक अनौठो लगिरहेको छ । सधैं भन्दा आज किन किन एकदम निराशा छाइरहेको छ । तरपनी आफ्नै भाग्य लाई दोश दिदै केही न केही हुने आशान्का मा कोठा बाट निस्के । निस्कने बित्तीकै खुट्टामा नरमरो तरिकाले ठेस लाग्यो । हरे शिव के हुने हो आज जस्तो लागि रह्यो । एक्छिन सोचे हुन बाकी के नै पो छ र ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सधैं जस्तो परी लाई भेट्छु अनी सबै कुरा ठीक भाई हाल्छ नि जस्तो लाग्यो । तर फेरी परी आउने बेलामा बाहिर निस्कनु पर्‍यो अनी परीलाई भेट्न पनि पाईन । यो भन्दा नराम्रो के हुन पर्‍यो र जस्तो लाग्यो । तर करिब २ बजे तिर भेते कति खुशी लाग्यो मन मा भएको सबै कुरा पुगे जस्तो लाग्यो । तर आजको दिन नै खराब परी पनि रिसाएर भोली देखि भेट्दिन भनेर पो गईन ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"कति कम्जोर रहेछ भाग्य " दीप श्रेष्ठ को यो गीत याद आयो । सधैं कम्जोरी मा नै बच्नु पर्ने भयो जस्तो लाग्यो । आफुलाई नै दोश दिउ आरु त कस्लाई क् भन्ने र शायद आँफैमा धेरै कम्जोरी भएको महसुस गरे अनी त केही गर्न मन नै लगेन ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सोच्दै थिए आज चै केही गर्नु पर्ला । blog मा केही कुरा राम्रो लेख्नु पर्ला भनेर तर कस्तो opposite हुन पुग्यो । जता ततै बाट किन हो किन आज भोली त यस्तै मात्र हुन्छ । "सोछे जस्तो हुन्न जीवन" यो गीत एफएम मा बजिरहेको थियो । कस्तो गीत ले त झन mood नै अर्को बनाईदियो । सधैं हस्ने घाम लाई पनि आज नै बादल ले ढाकिदियो । सोचे प्रकृतिले पनि मलाई साथ दिन छोडेछ । धन्य हे ईश्वर मलाई कति दुख दिन सक्छस जस्तो लाग्यो ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हेर्दै जाउ कहाँ सम्म पुगिने हो । जीवन जिउदिन भन्दा पनि बाँच्न पर्ने कस्तो बिडम्बना होल यो । अहिले त यो blog लेख्दा पनि निकै bore लागि रहेछ तर अहिले त यो ब्लग नै एउटा साथी भएको छ । तेसैले एही नै मन क कुरा हरु शरे गरौ जस्तो लगेर लेखे । लौ त अब आजलाई केही लेख्न mood नै बनेन तेसैले एती नै है । भोली कुनै नयाँ नौलो भयो भने चै लेख्नु पर्ल ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-3486206751278268674?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/3486206751278268674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=3486206751278268674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/3486206751278268674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/3486206751278268674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='मेरो यो कस्तो दिन'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-382577397901123752</id><published>2007-06-13T10:03:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:13:41.161+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My One True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9yILr5mgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bXNA4djgudE/s1600-h/love012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075400789971278338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9yILr5mgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bXNA4djgudE/s320/love012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I awaken, each and every day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts of love turn to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An unbreakable bond between us two,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9xFrr5mfI/AAAAAAAAACI/gKodyIUCEAY/s1600-h/love012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A special love ever so true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The warm glow in your eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sweet smile on your face;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me want to hold you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever in love's tender embrace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gentleness of your touch,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sweet passion of your kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a couple of many pleasures,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I longingly so miss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sound of your voice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is like a song in my heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always bringing me happiness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As it has done from our start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've shared many joys,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And also felt some sorrows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet our future is filled,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of wonderful tomorrows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, until that bright day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far away such as it seems,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You shall always be my one true love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The woman of my dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-382577397901123752?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/382577397901123752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=382577397901123752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/382577397901123752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/382577397901123752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-one-true-love.html' title='My One True Love'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9yILr5mgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bXNA4djgudE/s72-c/love012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-541334963787165884</id><published>2007-06-13T09:30:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:55:16.611+05:45</updated><title type='text'>To My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9txLr5meI/AAAAAAAAACA/l-ST7eUQBV0/s1600-h/angela_lookingdown.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075395996787775970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9txLr5meI/AAAAAAAAACA/l-ST7eUQBV0/s320/angela_lookingdown.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the very air that I breathe, the very love that I need, my heart, my soul, my everything. The sweetest of my memories come when I think of you. I remember the very first day that I saw you, I could not believe I was looking at a human being. I pinched myself the hardest one could ever do so as to wake myself up from the drunken stupor I was in. For a moment I believed I was in heaven; I even danced to the music the angels were singing. Upon opening my eyes I realized I was not in heaven but that an angel had come down to earth, just for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music of your voice surpasses that of the greatest orchestra belting out its very best composition. Your skin is softer than the finest satin and glows radiantly illuminating like the sun, setting over a serene pool of crystal clear water. Your eyes dance like mermaids in the sunshine, promulgating the exotic beauty from within your innermost being. Words alone limit me to explaining exactly how I feel about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say you are the sole comforter to me, the only one who ever took the pain to understand me. You dry every tear that falls down my cheeks. Loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me and I will forever cherish the moments we have spent together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night I dream of heaven, and I'd gotten used to the idea that they are looking for an angel, one that went missing the day you stepped into my life, the day all my sorrows were washed away and I took a step into the impossible, crossing the margin from natural to supernatural. You are my angel and forever you will be. The one whose memories I will treasure forever till the day I turn into an angel like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bibek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-541334963787165884?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/541334963787165884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=541334963787165884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/541334963787165884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/541334963787165884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-my-angel.html' title='To My Angel'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rm9txLr5meI/AAAAAAAAACA/l-ST7eUQBV0/s72-c/angela_lookingdown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-6974004402881037835</id><published>2007-06-12T10:41:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:48:03.293+05:45</updated><title type='text'>MY LINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://u2bibek.hi5.com"&gt;http://u2bibek.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is me.. All of  you can see some of my pictures here in this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-6974004402881037835?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/6974004402881037835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=6974004402881037835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6974004402881037835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6974004402881037835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-link.html' title='MY LINK'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-2848523880122760745</id><published>2007-06-06T10:37:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:14:15.831+05:45</updated><title type='text'>MA   ANI   TIMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma ani Timi"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yehi title bata nai suru garau hai hamro yo kahani... Ajhai pani yaad auchha pahilo patak timilai dekheko.. kasto ankha nai nahateko timro sundarta bata... soche timro najik auna paye.. sayad sabai bata tadhiyeko ma timro saath khojna puge.... ani sayad yo mero pukar bhagwan le sunnu bhayo ki ek din timi sanga online ma kura garna paye.. yesari nai &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dui jana hami huna pugyau hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kati different chhau... Ma parii bhanchhu timilai kinaki Parii haru ramra hunchhan harek kura haru bata... ra timi testai chhau... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kati close chhau tara euta simana chha tyo closeness ma... yo zindagi ko yatra ma Timro saath ekchhin chhutda pani Malai eklo Mahasus hunchha... Timi kati kura garchhau.. Pheri kati mitho kura garchhau.. sayad yehi kura le nai &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bhayeko hola hai... Mero sansar lai herne najar nai change garyau... Mero Maya ko paribhasa lai nai change garidiyau.. Kaile ekanta ma timilai samjhera Geet gungunauna man lagchha kaile afai ma hasna man lagchha ani kaile afai ma sansar chha jasto lagchha ta kaile afai runa pani man lagchha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeti najik chhau.. ek arka lai yeti maya ra care garchhau tara pani hami kunai so called mayalu jodi hoinau ni hai.. yehi kura ma kaile ta achhama lagchha ki kasari hami yeti maya ani bishwas garchhau ek arka lai... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yo sambandha lai K naam dine jasto lagchha kaile ta.. sayad sabai sambandha ko naam hudainan tara pani tyo sambandha sabai bhanda maathi ra sabai bhanda ramro hudo raichha... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dubai jana le socheko thiyenau hola ki kunai din yesari hami najik hunchhau... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jhagada garchhau... ek arka sanga risauchhau ani ek arka sanga kaile ta boldenau pani tara pheri maya garchhau ani sangai haschhau pani.... sayad yehi nai yo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ko sambandha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sansar ma dherai sambandha haru banchhan... ani dherai sambandha haru tukriyera janchhan tara yo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ko sambandha kaile pani tukriyera jadaina... Hami Ek arka ma harauna sakchhau... Hami ek arka ma ramauna sakchhau jun aru kunai sambandha ma sakdenau... Ek din tadha hunu parda ko pida &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dubai jana le mahasus garchhau tyo din &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sayad dherai runchhau pani tara bholi ko nyano saath sangai tyo ek arka ko ansu puschhau pani.. yehi nai &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ko mitho yaad ho... Zindagi ko sabai bhanda thulo sambandha nai &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yehi ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kati sumadhur chha yo sambandha.. sayad kunai kabi le yo sambandha payeko bhaye kabita korthyo hola... timi perfect bhanchhau malai ra timilai nai thaha chha malai perfect banaune timi parii nai hau... sayad &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saath nabhayeko bhaye ma perfect hunthina ra hudina pani.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thaha chhaina yo sambandha kasari suruwat bhayo ra kahan pugera tunginchha tara pani jaile samma hunchha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yehi dui sabda ma nai simit rahi rahanchha kinaki yehi dui sabda nai hamro lagi sabai bhanda thulo ani sabai bhanda mitho ra sabai bhanda pyaro chha... yehi dui sabda &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ma Ani Timi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to My Chhuchi parii (Kalpana)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-2848523880122760745?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/2848523880122760745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=2848523880122760745' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2848523880122760745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2848523880122760745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/ma-ani-timi.html' title='MA   ANI   TIMI'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-2192789269941852464</id><published>2007-06-05T14:23:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:32:30.174+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love.... "A Story..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVa77r5maI/AAAAAAAAABg/woR9uxz9GvQ/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072560540983335330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVa77r5maI/AAAAAAAAABg/woR9uxz9GvQ/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okey this story happend many centuries ago before the starting of humans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to live four things together at that time... "Madness"..."Laziness"... "Envy" and "Love"... One day it was so fine day everything was superb... they decided to play hide n seek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Maddness's turn to seek and others to hide.... then other three went to hide... Madness started to count.. 1 ... 2... 99.. 100.. then he started searching his friends... He saw "Laziness" at the first because he was so lazy n he can't hide himslef properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that... he saw "Envy"... he was near the river... after that he started searching "love".. but he couldn't find her.. he searched everywhere but he couldn't find love... so this is why love hides in us.... we want to hide love because of this reason.... but u know then "Envy" as his habit.. He showed Maddness where love is hiding... "LOVE" was hididng in a red rose.. so this is why we called red rose is the symbol of love.... because love has hide in it.. red rose is the symbol of love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Maddness called love from out.. but the love hide and didn't come out... then Maddness become so rude with Love that he took a stick n started to bit the rose.. after few minutes.. love came out.. she was closing her eyes with her hands... u know her eyes were bleeding... her eyes were lost.... So this is how we called Love is Blind.. Love is blind from that time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody was upset now.. then Maddness confessed his mistake and told love that he will do anything to get her eyes back.... But u know wat love told, "YOu can't get my eyes back for it is no more use... But please Madness if u really want to help me.. then walk infront of me showing me the way..." Then from that time Madness walks in front of Love showing Love the way ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know friends Love is blind and Madness Shows the way to love.. so the lovers were called mad after they fall in love.. As madness shows the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is the story guys n gurls...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-2192789269941852464?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/2192789269941852464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=2192789269941852464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2192789269941852464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/2192789269941852464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-story.html' title='Love.... &quot;A Story...&quot;'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVa77r5maI/AAAAAAAAABg/woR9uxz9GvQ/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-4087668620573583628</id><published>2007-06-05T10:33:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:29:34.262+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Some Sweet memories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVl1Lr5mbI/AAAAAAAAABo/SO0-IMblHK4/s1600-h/ins0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072572519647123890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVl1Lr5mbI/AAAAAAAAABo/SO0-IMblHK4/s320/ins0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You used to look me hiding from my eyes... and i used to predict as if i haven't seen that.. I was small but i used to like talking as elders.... I wanted to be adult.. i wanted to be honest and the most i used to like by loved everyone... I used to talk like this and you were the best audience of mine.... I used to laugh looking at your face when a moment i was not with you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came to me taking your hands as I used to read hands... I told your love will be the most handsome and loving person in this world. But you didn't leave my hand and my small fingers got pain... I cried "'Ouch" in pain... everyone looked at me and you left my hand staring me with you big eyes ... I smiled at you and ran towards the balcony... you came running behind me... the sweet fragrance of your body was comming from your side with the cool breeze.. I took a long breath and went towards my house..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVl1Lr5mcI/AAAAAAAAABw/WMlBdqcSqto/s1600-h/paa200000007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072572519647123906" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="112" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVl1Lr5mcI/AAAAAAAAABw/WMlBdqcSqto/s320/paa200000007.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fingers were still paining.. I touched my own fingers and kissed the fingers you touched.... I didn't like to wash my hands that day... the next day we again met but i felt shy on myself and felt as if i have become young... i turned the other way and sat because i was shy looking at you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to keep my hair long.. you told i look handsome on short hair.. I told you don't I look good now.. you told ya u r perfect for me how you are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so boasty.. moody.. self spoken.. but don't know why i felt as if I have to do as you tell.. I liked your request and while returning home i cut my hair... came to home looked at the mirror I felt shy on myself.. no, no, it doesn't suit me... but still my face was smiling and happy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVm3br5mdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n4rJ2a3LQwI/s1600-h/ispi041057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072573657813457362" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVm3br5mdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n4rJ2a3LQwI/s320/ispi041057.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next day.. I didn't want to show my apperance so i put on cap on my head... but someone took out my cap from behind and whispered in my ear..." you are looking so handsome and loving"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be continued....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-4087668620573583628?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/4087668620573583628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=4087668620573583628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/4087668620573583628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/4087668620573583628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-sweet-memories.html' title='Some Sweet memories....'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmVl1Lr5mbI/AAAAAAAAABo/SO0-IMblHK4/s72-c/ins0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-6078089390856786811</id><published>2007-06-04T10:56:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:03:53.294+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost'/><title type='text'>A Ghost Television...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOgcuN4jnI/AAAAAAAAABY/NJVr_nx0pHU/s1600-h/ghost-hand-from-television.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072074020652355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOgcuN4jnI/AAAAAAAAABY/NJVr_nx0pHU/s320/ghost-hand-from-television.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1958 the Mason family bought their very first television - a Bush 5768 Model B3. They were looking forward to seeing all their favourite programs, though to be honest there was little choice in those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the television brought them something quite unexpected - their very own ghost. Two days after buying the set, the family were sitting round it waiting for Here's Lucy to come on. The were much surprised when a hand thrust out of the set - even more surprised that it was in colour - for it was a black and white television. Thinking it was a fault in the set they called in a repair man. The engineer saw the apparition and ran off never to be seen again. After months of torment the ghost was finally exercised by the local priest and the Masons could at last enjoy their new television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-6078089390856786811?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/6078089390856786811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=6078089390856786811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6078089390856786811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6078089390856786811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghost-television.html' title='A Ghost Television...'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOgcuN4jnI/AAAAAAAAABY/NJVr_nx0pHU/s72-c/ghost-hand-from-television.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-7463055787898014160</id><published>2007-06-04T10:06:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:52:40.156+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destroy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>Wher'z the limitation???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOddON4jmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gULBL6Z3lSc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072070730707406434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOddON4jmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gULBL6Z3lSc/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmObzON4jlI/AAAAAAAAABI/AdQHTrKgIEA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072068909641272914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmObzON4jlI/AAAAAAAAABI/AdQHTrKgIEA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;War brings destroys and hatred all over the world.. but they tells there is limitations in destroying something but does the pictures shows any limitations?? Wat do your heart tells..&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/2968512188448385776-7463055787898014160?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/7463055787898014160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=7463055787898014160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/7463055787898014160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/7463055787898014160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/06/wherz-limitation.html' title='Wher&apos;z the limitation???'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/RmOddON4jmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gULBL6Z3lSc/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968512188448385776.post-6609771787193679342</id><published>2007-02-23T15:56:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:13:45.755+05:45</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>"Time" or "Faith" or "Mistake"??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rd7Ox9YMH3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EgV8F0eTdYM/s1600-h/conflict-in-nepal-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034688791131725682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rd7Ox9YMH3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EgV8F0eTdYM/s320/conflict-in-nepal-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rd7Ox9YMH4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4BkSYXYuLXs/s1600-h/conflict-in-nepal-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034688791131725698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rd7Ox9YMH4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4BkSYXYuLXs/s320/conflict-in-nepal-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, now we can have a nice breath in ourselves. But the photos here resembles the loss on 10 years revolutionary period. War has always been a disaster and can do no good to anybody. Who can see on the crying eyes of the mother and son who are now helpless. Now this is the time to wish for peace and prosperity in the world to come. I never long to see again such photos anywhere in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2968512188448385776-6609771787193679342?l=u2bibek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/feeds/6609771787193679342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2968512188448385776&amp;postID=6609771787193679342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6609771787193679342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2968512188448385776/posts/default/6609771787193679342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u2bibek.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-or-faith-or-mistake.html' title='&quot;Time&quot; or &quot;Faith&quot; or &quot;Mistake&quot;??'/><author><name>u2bibek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387787433916328613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmCj3DWNLoE/Rd7Ox9YMH3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EgV8F0eTdYM/s72-c/conflict-in-nepal-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
