<?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-7458250</id><updated>2011-09-05T20:18:09.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Smile !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-111693773402287932</id><published>2005-05-24T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:32:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should say it aloud....ZING IS BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/1600/sorry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/320/sorry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know its been a long time since I updated my blog, may be its the usual reason that we sometime get so busy with things, we lose out on some basic things in life and its more than a year since I started blogging, I am here yet again to make a new begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a holiday today, and its really humid outside, so just decided to chill off at home and catch up with some good English movies. The list is big, but sure I enjoy watching them....came across a really pscho thriller called "Momento" and I recommend as a 'Must Watch" for you guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work is good and enjoying the work I am doing and off late I dont work on the weekends...I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dont know what kept me away from blogging for so long, but this is what I enjoy doing....so hopefully I willbe regular with my blog and I must say I missed all you guys...my buddies out here in the blog universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to India for just a week...huh the week which just whizzed by and I am happy I could catch up with family and friends after a long time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time with my childhood buddies back in India....remembering all the fun we had togather playing, all the small things we shared with each other, all the silly dreams we talked about:).......the best days of my life, still with me and still holding on to those very few people who make my day,make me smile.....can one ask for more:) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2873/460/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just flies by and didnt realize how soon we all were out of college, finished graduation and everybody just sunk in to their jobs and life.....huh its busy time, but friends no matter were they are I know they are always there for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-111693773402287932?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/111693773402287932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=111693773402287932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/111693773402287932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/111693773402287932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-should-say-it-aloudzing-is-back.html' title='I should say it aloud....ZING IS BACK'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-111008143620930262</id><published>2005-03-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:58:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zing turns 25!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/zing.JPG" /&gt;....................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;turns 25 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock was ticking ahead as usual, and at the stroke of 12 my phone started ringing and my birthday is here...and hmmmmm yet another year gone by.....a page turned over in my memory and a new page to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of wishes from family and friends, I just loved it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. --&lt;em&gt;Jean Paul Richter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/ballons.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The new year of my life begins yet again and I thank GOD to be kind enough to make me what I am and help me be what I want to be, and thanks for all the wishes from friends and family..you make me feel 'special'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/bday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And you my blogger friends, its been great since the time I started blogging and you guys really rock. Thanks for all your wishes......you have made my day special indeed.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/blow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;its raining outside, I suppose the rain Gods are wishing me too;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thanks all you guys.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-111008143620930262?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/111008143620930262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=111008143620930262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/111008143620930262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/111008143620930262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/03/zing-turns-25.html' title='Zing turns 25!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110943116540228739</id><published>2005-02-26T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:20:51.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Zing almost got slapped!!</title><content type='html'>I have created two new blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zingphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Photo Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zingmovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Movie Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11:30 PM and a Saturday night. Just finished watching 'Sheesha' and I think I didn't have any better work than watch the movie. May be in India it released and vanished and people did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the title...Yeah I am getting to that my dear buddies. It was a day before I left India. My childhood buddies decided to tax me for going abroad. But the majority of planning I had to do. I shall tax them once I get back to India. Anyway lets move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to meet for lunch in "Ebony" a restaurant on M.G.Road, Bangalore. But I wanted to catch up with 'BLACK' in the multiplex, and the time shifted to the evening. And I wandered many places to get the tickets and finally managed to get a ticket for me and a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really good and then my friend wanted to gift me something so he took me for a bit of shopping. It was getting late for dinner at "Ebony" and the girls(my other buddies) were waiting already at the restaurant(Too many missed calls). And the traffic was really bad on the road that day and we reached there pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked our bikes and headed for the restaurant. My friend wanted to walk through the M.G.Road and the pavement was full of people. It took so much time to reach the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we neared the other end, I saw a girl buying something, and she was paying the shopkeeper money, I don't know why I noticed her all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......a hand just came in front of me and in seconds pulled the girl's hair. She turned towards me, as I was standing next to her. I was shocked and thought the girl would think that I pulled her hair and sure I am gonna get slapped.(Let alone the public bashing me up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/slap1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who pulled her hair.....It was my friend. It all happened within a matter of seconds. I thought for a moment, what the hell did he do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/slap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I stood there helplessly.....volla!!! the girl recognized my friend and they laughed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG(Oh My GOD)....Zing baal baal bach gaya:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew each other and they just happened to meet after one year. He introduced me to her and I asked her to join us for dinner and she agreed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was such a charming girl....My other girl buddies who met us at the restaurant we little "J"(jealous)' at the end of the day...reason....the new girl got all the attension!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey just a confession.....I have a crush on her....So now would Zing mind to get slapped from her????:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/crush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayaonara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110943116540228739?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110943116540228739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110943116540228739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110943116540228739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110943116540228739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-zing-almost-got-slapped.html' title='The day Zing almost got slapped!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110916754445813235</id><published>2005-02-23T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:16:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile worth a million!!</title><content type='html'>The train stopped and I looked around and its was the last stop. We are always on a constant journey, and a destination for a second is another starting point for yet another journey. Looking at the glowing neon lights, its seems the day is never over, as always the city never sleeps. People rush past me, is everybody trying to out do the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic comes to a halt at the red sign. But that red means a green signal to a pedestrian. So life never stops, not a fraction of a second, every fraction lost is a past history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing keeps me going, its worth a zillion. A "Smile" to fill the air with warmth, a "Smile" on my dear one, as she gazes with her blue eyes, a "Smile" on a child's face, a touch of innocence makes it brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there aren't just 7 colors, but a rainbow full of colors of "Smile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"The smile in your eyes, one moment I want to capture it, because the moment may be here again, but my love .....Your smile....., do you know what joy it brings to my heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"My heart can speak a thousand words, but my love ..Your smile makes me speechless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I miss the moments I watched your smile....But truly it brings a smile even today....As I walk..I know I am alone but I still carry that infectious smile.....I hope you keep smiling too"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="Save My Smile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Save my smile for if you feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;to lift you up and fly you home."&lt;br /&gt;~ by Benjamin J. Kohlhof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110916754445813235?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110916754445813235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110916754445813235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110916754445813235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110916754445813235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/02/smile-worth-million.html' title='A smile worth a million!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110898846405253654</id><published>2005-02-21T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T04:24:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/ROG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazaaron aaise phaasle the&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tai karne chale the&lt;br /&gt;raahe magar chal padi thi&lt;br /&gt;Aur peeche hum rah gaye the&lt;br /&gt;kadam Do chaar chal paaye&lt;br /&gt;Kiye phere tere mann ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine dil se kaha, dhoond laana khushi&lt;br /&gt;Nasamajh laya gum, to yeh gum hi sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110898846405253654?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110898846405253654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110898846405253654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110898846405253654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110898846405253654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/02/khushi.html' title='Khushi'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110878946561227314</id><published>2005-02-18T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:05:44.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Tokyo</title><content type='html'>It is a chilly day in Tokyo. Its been raining since yesterday. And what better way to start a day by the new bali sagoo remix 'Aap ke nazron ne samja pyar ke kabil hume'........huh so romantic indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being away from blogging world for so long.....I even had forgotten my password for my blog.....Luckily I remembered a few and it took a number of tries before I managed to get the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking outside my apartment window, the streets are rather deserted today. The temperature must be somewhere around 5 degrees or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed for the airport in India, I asked myself whether this was what I wanted to do, as the taxi inched through the night traffic, a sense of loneliness crept its way through my mind and endless calls from my friends on my mobile, and I was rather silent, but if things are to be the way they are, then they ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for baggage checkin and as time ticked, the plane left Indian soil only to touch down in an alien world. I looked down the window to see a few lights that lit the night and slowly they all vanished into the thich darkness of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flight touched down at Tokyo, I could see myself where I had last left behind. The arrival lobby was full of people, but anyway there was nobody to see me here as I stay alone . And as I walked past the arrival lobby, I saw an Indian girl(may be the only Indian there other than me) she was worried, and I just continued on my way out. She stopped me and asked if I could speak English. And she was happy to know that I did speak English. It turned out to be that she stayed in India very close to my place. She was newly married and her husband who was in Tokyo had to come to pick her up, but he wasn't there for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know how to make a call or ask for help. And moreover she had just one thousand yen with her. I told her not to worry and that I could lend her some cash and that she could buy a calling card at the airport, my airport bus was just 10 minutes to go and I told her not to worry and ask help from airport staff and she looked a little less worried and thanked me, and last I saw her asking some airport staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed home, all the way it seemed that I made a mistake, I had to help her out till her husband arrived, but somehow.....As I had already booked tickets for my bus I could not cancel it at that time, just 10 minutes to go for the bus. Anyway hope she reached home safely..... but I do repent for that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her eyes....I saw myself.... beyond what I am.....I shall miss you..even more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aapki Nazaron Ne Samjha, Pyaar Ke Kabil Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ki Ai Dhadkan Thaher Ja, Mil Gayee Manzil Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Nazron Ne Samjha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Hamen Manzoor Hai, Aapka Ye Faisla&lt;br /&gt;Kah Rahi Hai Har Nazar, Banda Paravar Shukriya&lt;br /&gt;Do Jahaan Ki Aaj Khushiyan Ho Gayee Haasil Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Nazron Ne Samjha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Manzil Hoon Main Meri Manzil Aap Hain&lt;br /&gt;Kyon Main Toofaan Se Darun Mere Saahil Aap Hain&lt;br /&gt;Koi Tufanon Se Kah De, Mil Gaya Sahil Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Nazron Ne Samjha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pad Gai Dil Par Meri, Aapki Parchhaiyan&lt;br /&gt;Har Taraf Bajane Lagin Saikadon Shahnaaiyaan&lt;br /&gt;Hanske Apni Zindagi Mein, Kar Liya Shaamil Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Aapki Nazron Ne Samjha ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wanderer looks on......Another journey to begin...A new beginning.....Hope to find the 'Zing Of Life' here........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110878946561227314?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110878946561227314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110878946561227314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110878946561227314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110878946561227314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-morning-tokyo.html' title='Good Morning Tokyo'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110618786673012665</id><published>2005-01-19T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:24:46.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work..work...and more work!!!</title><content type='html'>I was not able to blog for a while as I was very busy with a new project. And still my days are really hectic and hence I may be away from blog world till this month end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my blog buddies, I miss you people a lot!!! Do leave in your messages on my tag board......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be back....with my "Zing"....so till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110618786673012665?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110618786673012665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110618786673012665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110618786673012665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110618786673012665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2005/01/workworkand-more-work.html' title='Work..work...and more work!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110446528906705245</id><published>2004-12-30T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T19:58:56.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was indeed a blast, the show was a great success and I pulled off an amazing performance and I received lots of complements from people …I just loved it. The show was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of the show…..our Japanese colleagues participated in a fashion show and they were dressed in ethnic Indian attire…one girl had dressed in a traditional coorgi sari, and the Japanese men were dressed in dhotis and kurtas and many more….It was a feast to the eye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me up at 6:30PM to wish me luck, she asked me if I was nervous. I told her no..I wasn’t….I told her I would give a better performance if she was in front of me, sitting in the audience…..she laughed. But to be frank I didn’t remember her during my show…hmm that’s called concentration!!! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song is just perfect to dedicate it to her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dooba dooba rehta hoon aankhon me teri&lt;br /&gt;Deewana ban gaya hoon main chaahat me teri&lt;br /&gt;Dooba dooba rehta hoon aankhon me teri&lt;br /&gt;Deewana ban gaya hoon main chaahat me teri&lt;br /&gt;Ab din guzarte nahin&lt;br /&gt;Ratein kat-ti nahin&lt;br /&gt;Teri tasvir se baat ban-ti nahin... Aa-ja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/her.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a rather sleepy, boring morning!!! The last day of the year huh difficult to pull myself off the bed!!! I haven’t planned anything for the new year yet…so what you guys/gals doing?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/byh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all the support and wishes for my show… Tisha, Mehak, Surinder, Pinks, Shub……all my best blog buddies!!! Great to know you guys….I mean it. And enjoy the beginning of a new year….catch a glimse of the rising sun….and remember one thing!!! SMILE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/newyear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110446528906705245?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110446528906705245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110446528906705245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110446528906705245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110446528906705245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year.html' title='New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110429302991150333</id><published>2004-12-28T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:03:49.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time just flies by, lots of things happening in my life. I must say the changes are so fast, it has been an eventful weekend and this week to lots of changes too. And I was busy with a lot of things and could not put up a post. Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/music1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work has been the same all these days, and yesterday I practiced with the band to perform for tomorrow’s event. It was fun. I would be singing ‘Dooba Dooba rehta hu’ (Silk Route). I had planned for ‘Tera Mera Pyar’ but the band was tight on schedule and could not accommodate a new song as they had to figure out how to play it. Anyway I am fine with it, and let’s hit the dance floor!!!!! And everyone’s invited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110429302991150333?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110429302991150333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110429302991150333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110429302991150333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110429302991150333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-just-flies-by-lots-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110386159669636927</id><published>2004-12-23T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:13:16.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!</title><content type='html'>I have to sing in front of thousands of people next week!!!! And I am really nervous…cant decide which song I can perform and also I need a musical track to sing….I mean a movie song with only music….please suggest….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110386159669636927?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110386159669636927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110386159669636927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110386159669636927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110386159669636927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/help.html' title='Help!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110377066406309614</id><published>2004-12-22T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:50:03.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajnabi Hasina </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/13441.gif"&gt;Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se Yoon Mulaqaat Ho Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Phir Kya Hua, Yeh Na Poocho&lt;br /&gt;Kuch Aisi Baat Ho Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se Yoon Mulaqaat Ho Gayi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Achaanak Aa Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Yoon Nazar Ke Saamne&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Nikal Aaya Ghata Se Chaand&lt;br /&gt;Chehre Pe Zulfein Bikhri Hui Theen&lt;br /&gt;Din Mein Raat Ho Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se Yoon Mulaqaat Ho Gayi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/ajnabee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane Man Jaane Jigar&lt;br /&gt;Hota Maein Shaayar Agar&lt;br /&gt;Kehta Ghazal Teri Adaaon Par&lt;br /&gt;Maine Yeh Kaha To Mujhse Khafa Woh&lt;br /&gt;Jaane Hayat Ho Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se Yoon Mulaqaat Ho Gayi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khoobsurat Baat Yeh&lt;br /&gt;Chaar Pal Ka Saath Yeh&lt;br /&gt;Saari Umar Mujhko Rahega Yaad&lt;br /&gt;Maein Akela Tha Magar&lt;br /&gt;Ban Gayi Woh Humsafar&lt;br /&gt;Woh Mere Saath Ho Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se Yoon Mulaqaat Ho Gayi...&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/13441.gif"&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/7458250-110377066406309614?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110377066406309614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110377066406309614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110377066406309614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110377066406309614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/ajnabi-hasina.html' title='Ajnabi Hasina '/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110368624436101903</id><published>2004-12-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T21:39:30.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Bangalore!!!</title><content type='html'>A pleasant and wonderful morning in Bangalore, its getting really foggy these days. I think it’s the pollution to blame. My day starts off with my mobile alarm ringing at a high note!!! Jeez it so damn difficult to get up these days….Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office bus is not on time everyday, Its early when I am late and late when I am early….hmmm smart huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver recognizes each one of us and occasionally waits for a couple of minutes if he spots someone missing…that’s a small but wonderful deed, sometimes we need to appreciate that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hands impulsively take my headphone and my mp3 player and the shuffling and surfing of songs begins….If I am in a good mood the first on my list would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bin tere sanam&lt;br /&gt;Tera mera pyaar&lt;br /&gt;Pink pussycat&lt;br /&gt;Tu Tu hey wohi(remix)…&lt;br /&gt;Mere naseeb(remix)…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh I just cant list all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for bad moods…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banjar hey sab banjar hey (Sathiya)&lt;br /&gt;Bool ja (Shaan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headphones are “different” as most of my friends say…..they can just be put over my ear and that’s all…nothing around my head to cause a discomfort…they are so very comfortable…..and all the way I see the same people waiting at the bus stops and can it get more routine that I have actually started recognizing them!!!!!Josh life getting so monotonous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110368624436101903?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110368624436101903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110368624436101903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110368624436101903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110368624436101903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-morning-bangalore.html' title='Good Morning Bangalore!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110359966789796968</id><published>2004-12-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:27:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yaaraa silee silee, birahaa ke raat kaa jalanaa&lt;br /&gt;ye bhee koee jeenaa hai, ye bhee koee maranaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gazing at the stars, I wondered….so many days just pass and as you grow older, one tends to get more and lonelier. Have I stepped into this world of solitude, isn’t that a bliss, no its just a pain….I am standing on this edge of the ocean, an ocean of love or a ocean of fire…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice resounds in the every corner of my mind and soul…but I don’t see her, its all blurred..who is she..I don’t see her face….where is she….right next to me??….then why don’t I see her…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day comes to an end as I wonder will I meet her tomorrow….I am not sure….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110359966789796968?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110359966789796968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110359966789796968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110359966789796968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110359966789796968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/yaaraa-silee-silee-birahaa-ke-raat-kaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110351464686681499</id><published>2004-12-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T20:03:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Call!!!</title><content type='html'>A missed call on my mobile, I was waiting for that one call from Saturday morning huhh…..but Saturday passed and the no signs of the call on Sunday morning too. So I hadn’t planned anything and hence last weekend was rather uneventful. I was supposed to go on a date, but she never called up……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why didn’t I call her..hmmmm that I need to ask myself. So I planned to go out on Sunday afternoon, my cousins pulled me out. My mobile was on silent mode..and I didn’t even bother to look at it till late in the evening ..and guess what..there it was …a missed call from her at 1:30 PM….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/date.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway….the weekend was ruined and the monday is here…haven’t given her a call yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I am waiting for her call!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110351464686681499?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110351464686681499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110351464686681499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110351464686681499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110351464686681499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/missed-call.html' title='Missed Call!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110318342348495677</id><published>2004-12-15T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:50:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sur!!! The melody of life</title><content type='html'>The melody of life……can I imagine my life without music, or may be I feel music by itself is another life and the one thing which can always make you sing to the tunes and melodies of an outside world…a world we still explore..a world where life runs in the voice of our favourite singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm me just humming to the tunes of …………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="”center”"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/Sur2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="”center”"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110318342348495677?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110318342348495677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110318342348495677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110318342348495677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110318342348495677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/sur-melody-of-life_15.html' title='Sur!!! The melody of life'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110318340503610710</id><published>2004-12-15T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:50:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The melody of life……can I imagine my life without music, or may be I feel music by itself is another life and the one thing which can always make you sing to the tunes and melodies of an outside world…a world we still explore..a world where life runs in the voice of our favourite singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm me just humming to the tunes of …………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="”center”"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/Sur2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="”center”"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110318340503610710?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110318340503610710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110318340503610710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110318340503610710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110318340503610710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/melody-of-lifecan-i-imagine-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110308163671594478</id><published>2004-12-14T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:42:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Colours" of life</title><content type='html'>This week a lot of unexpected things happening in my life. Friends, family and work…..all three have so many dimensions to them. Each an integral facet of my life and in everybody’s life for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is always a race to find a balance between so called “facets” to my life, my whole existence on this planet earth(I am stretching things too far). At one point one seems to be under the impression that we are in control of our lives, but the next moment we question ourselves…are we really in control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what I call the “Colours of life”. Its not just red, blue or green…..or shades of black and white….each day a new “colour”, it’s a constant process and do we have the time to look back and see where we came from or which way are we heading….and the current existence..where do you stand????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best buddies going through a rough patch in their lives. And as a good friend I can only help them from a “comfortable distance” . And even I want to do more, painful to say that “I cant”. Even a friend cannot intrude more into another friend’s life. But sincerely I do my best, my friends mean more than anything in this world. And when it comes to their love life things get complicated. So I can just advice and stand by them, and if ever they need me I am always there…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my “Zing” factor is a little low this week….and also the time to leave India is fast approaching and that’s what I feel the most…missing people here for sometime to come…..Nothing is truly like your motherland……my city …my country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/1.jpg" name="PictureBox" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="Caption" id="CaptionBox"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110308163671594478?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110308163671594478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110308163671594478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110308163671594478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110308163671594478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/colours-of-life.html' title='&quot;Colours&quot; of life'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110249438373037903</id><published>2004-12-08T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:28:11.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep - Last Episode</title><content type='html'>It has been a hectic week for me and I have been trying endlessly to find time to update my blog but…..yeah just returned from lunch and jeez life’s getting really monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the “Zing of Life” as I want to put it, is right in our mind. Whatever be the situation, keeping your cool is very important. And don’t worry I am also in those groups who wait for a weekend as early as Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya I have to finish the story right!!! Hey It is really difficult for me to put this ending up here…coz this is a real story and a real ending!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day soon arrived when the whole truth came out. But Manav was indeed in love with her, but alas….Simran felt that somewhere sometime even for a second, the thought that Simran was slightly overweight had come to Manav’s mind. And she didn’t want Manav to fight the rest of the world for her. The last day she met Manav, and she told him that Manav was indeed a wonderful being and the time she spend with him would last for the rest of her life. But indeed they had to part….and Manav had to accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time Simran gave her million dollar smile and left forever, even today I can see her smile in Manav’s eyes…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/bye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it as the ending goes and yet another beginning to Simran and Manav…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Work Today&lt;/span&gt;: Some documentation stuff, nothing serious……huh the coding and dreaded testing has ended….:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Work Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;: Na……I live in the moment so no plans for tomorrow.(exclude the weekend plans..i am good at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Song on my mind&lt;/span&gt;: “Suno Na” from Jhankar Beats. “yara sili sili” remix!! This one rocks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Someone needs my attention&lt;/span&gt;: hmmmm My Bike!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Movies to watch&lt;/span&gt;: “Veer Zaara”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Current Mood&lt;/span&gt;: can’t decide….but me “Happy”…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Weekend plan&lt;/span&gt;: yet to plan…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Running low on&lt;/span&gt;: currency (mobile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enjoyed watching&lt;/span&gt;: “Flavours”….the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok buddies…..bye for now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110249438373037903?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110249438373037903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110249438373037903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110249438373037903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110249438373037903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/12/skin-deep-last-episode.html' title='Skin Deep - Last Episode'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110182041346325344</id><published>2004-11-30T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:12:47.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep II</title><content type='html'>First and foremost I was very busy the previous week and also this week it seems to be hectic one. So I had to complete my story which I had left behind a week back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girl on the dance floor was alone so Manav went up to her and we could see that they two very having a decent conversation. So who was she?? Simran, a journalist by profession, but she was very young and must say really energetic too. So Manav and Simran finally sat down to have a drink(Info: Non alcohol) and may be they spoke for half an hour, I did not glance at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/face1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simran was single and working for a weekly magazine. Visibly Manav was a bit uncomfortable in the beginning as we could see his face was not the usual self. Anyway after sometime I think Simran also became comfortable. Simran was a mature girl and she had already realized that something was wrong. Simran knew that a handsome Manav coming up to her and introducing himself and getting into a conversation..nah!!! I could only wish Manav "good luck" buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that first meeting, Manav and Simran regularly met. Manav picked her from work and they would either frequent the same restaurant or coffee shop..or may be go on a long drive. One day Manav overheard one of Simran’s colleagues taking. That person had seen Manav with Simran and was curious to know why a handsome boy like him would be around with our Simran. And the reason was Simaran was slightly overweight. Manav was really hurt listening to such remarks against our Simran. I am using the word "our" for Simran as she is such a wonderful person, as I have known her all these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wondered if Manav was beginning to fall in love with Simran, yes thats what happened and I got to tell.....it couldn’t get more better.I really appreciate Simran whose mere personality would get her the Miss Universe crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story does not end here..the climax is yet to unfold....so if you ask me...just one thing I need to tell you all “Beauty is skin deep”....and that's the whole truth..what do you think!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110182041346325344?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110182041346325344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110182041346325344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110182041346325344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110182041346325344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/skin-deep-ii.html' title='Skin Deep II'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110121856668913012</id><published>2004-11-23T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T06:06:50.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep</title><content type='html'>Manav is a rather quite and shy guy who is always caught up with work and hardly finds time for anything else. And all these days manav as I have seen has started to realize the many things he missed in his life and now it was enough of work and other worries, he wanted to live his life now....as he sees others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Manav so what is that one thing he wants out of life, and he is quick in telling that....a soul mate, a life partner who would change his life. Hmmm so Zing had no advice for him, I think he was mature enough to think for himself. But our friend Mr.Hunk(as we call him) had a different plan for our Manav. We were in our usual hangout place and as we spoke our Mr.Hunk asked Manav would he date a rather unattractive woman. So Manav was of the opinion that looks dont matter. Hmmm I agree with him to a great extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/LS014140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr.Hunk gave Manav a week's time to prove his point. I was with Manav and told him he could surely prove that. So who will Manav date now......hmmm so a look around and there she was a rather charming girl, but slightly over weight. So Manav got to introduce himself to her...and i must tell you..she had a great charm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so what happened next.....huh its time for me to leave and hopefully you would be interested in knowing what happened next right......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me continue it next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110121856668913012?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110121856668913012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110121856668913012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110121856668913012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110121856668913012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/skin-deep.html' title='Skin Deep'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110109393943853861</id><published>2004-11-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:25:39.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was indeed a very short weekend, “shortest” I must say. But not really that bad, if I compare myself to the days a few months back I was working all 7 days in a week and for months there was no sign of a day off. So this is all about Software Industry, it is a tough job and I know its not only the case here but almost all jobs now require to work for long hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Saturday was a working day as we had an extra day off during the Diwali time and it hit really hit hard last Saturday. Its been two years since I have been writing software code for a living (I am putting it in a modest way heheheeee) and sometimes it does get boring and routine. But the motivation has to come from within and most of the time it doesn’t…human I must say ..right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I had nothing on my mind except to sleep..sleep and sleep. I was very lazy to take my bike out and no long drive this time. Friends messaged me on Saturday and very disappointed that I could not join them for any weekend party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 3 months since I came back from Japan. I was a welcome relief for me to come back to India, but miss the smile of a Japanese girl in a Sandwich bar I used to visit regularly. So that was my first crush in Japan. I was just amazed by her enthu each day and I must say Japanese people are always very energetic and never lose their enthusiasm in work. But it was her smile which bowled me out , must say it was worth a “MILLION DOLLARS”……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now….Monday is here and weekend is far….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yunhi chala, chal raahi&lt;br /&gt;Kitni haseen hai ye duniya&lt;br /&gt;Phool saare jamele, dekh phoolon ke mele&lt;br /&gt;Badi rangeen hai duniya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/6b.jpe" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110109393943853861?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110109393943853861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110109393943853861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110109393943853861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110109393943853861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-was-indeed-very-short-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110078737402420011</id><published>2004-11-18T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T06:16:14.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Senti</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i uploaded "Veer-Zaara" mp3 to my mp3 player and checked all the songs in the movie, there are too many songs and just two are good!!!I liked "tere liye" and "Main yahan hoon"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tere Liye"...an amazing song, but i dont know whether it makes you feel good or may be make you low!!! Hmmm rather makes you a bit low i guess, ye Dil Vil ka chakkar hi aisa hai, kya kare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one question haunts me ..... is it the heart or the mind to blame...i dont know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/17sld6.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching part of the song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zindagi, le ke aayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;beete dinon ki kitaab Ghere hain,&lt;br /&gt;ab hamein, yaadein be-hisaab&lt;br /&gt;Bin poochhe, mile mujhe, kitne saare jawaab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaaha tha kya, paaya hai kya, hamne dekhiye&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein magar, jalte rahe, chaahat ke diye&lt;br /&gt;Tere liye, tere liye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....me got to go...koi intezaar kar raha hai mera....before u take a wild guess ...its just my office bus.....so what did u think!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110078737402420011?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110078737402420011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110078737402420011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110078737402420011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110078737402420011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/too-senti.html' title='Too Senti'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-110057559973403088</id><published>2004-11-15T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:02:11.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Mange More!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In Lamhon Ko Rokne Ki Vo Naakaam Koshishein Karnaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo Guzrein Hain Saath Unko Phir Yaadein Banaa Ke Rakhnaa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a real blast!!! The best time i had so far and may be the best weekend i ever had. So my "chutti" started on last thrusday and ended yesterday. So for me Diwali was a time to hangout with childhood friends, listening to music and a long drive to top it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Pehla yeh pehla..Pyar tera mera soni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pehli yeh mulaqat haiiii....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JO keh rahi hai aankhein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woh keh rahi hai baatein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaagi tu bhi saari raat haiiiii.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pehlaaaaaaa.......hai pehlaaaa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tera mera pyar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/1050891.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm isnt that an amazing song.....its from the album "Tera mera pyar"....sung by Kumar Sanu....and he is just amazing. This is one of my favourite songs...what a romantic song ....ok ok...me getting too mushy huh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Veer Zaara" was not released in Bangalore and you all know why...what a disappointment!!! anyway...got to wait three weeks for its release....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Zing has become an advisor as well, ya you can call me "Dr. Love"!!! hehehe....thats because my friends ask my advice...(only gals)coz guys are busy giving advice to other girls..hehehe..just kidding!!!! I have become like Sharukh who takes the role of Saif ali khan in "Kal jo na ho"..."Dinner at 8"....shuks!!!! i was late to ask her..what ???? ya "Dinner at 8"......if you remember what that was!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i had a great Diwali....and no crakers...thats my contribution in saving the environment and true Diwali is to bring light into the hearts of family and friends...through endless smiles...lighting up hearts of people around us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A romantic evening with your loved one...equals the light of a million stars....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Aakhen kah rahi jo na hum kahain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;use sun le too jo na lab kahain"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Saanson Ko Saanson Mein Dalne Do Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dheemi Si Dhadkan Ko Badne Do Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lamho Ki Guzarish Hai Yeh Paas Aa Jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hum… Hum Tum… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tum… Hum Tum…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Smile...i'll be back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-110057559973403088?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/110057559973403088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=110057559973403088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110057559973403088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/110057559973403088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/dil-mange-more.html' title='Dil Mange More!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109962574635300856</id><published>2004-11-04T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:35:46.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tere Liye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/3.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zindagi, le ke aayi hai, beete dinon ki kitaab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ghere hain, ab hamein, yaadein be-hisaab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bin poochhe, mile mujhe, kitne saare jawaab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chaaha tha kya, paaya hai kya, hamne dekhiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dil mein magar, jalte rahe, chaahat ke diye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tere liye, tere liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109962574635300856?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109962574635300856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109962574635300856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109962574635300856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109962574635300856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/tere-liye.html' title='Tere Liye'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109953942053045814</id><published>2004-11-03T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:39:42.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream and Reality</title><content type='html'>I looked at my watch, the time was 7:30 PM…tired from a long meeting, I hope to grab a quick snack before I leave for the day…I called up my friend to see if she was still in office. Managed to have a quick snack…menu??? Chocolates and some pastry….and a chat with my friend to end the day. I realized a fact that even though some say that we always look for like minded people, I feel that applies to friends ..but when it comes to your love life..its just the opposite….as I spoke to my friend, she told me how she and her boy friend were so different ..and the endless quarrel they have over silly things..yet it’s the difference in their personalities which gels them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/opposite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…if your partner is just like you, then it would just take a few days and then you seem to get bored…why??? Tell me would you like to see yourself everyday….i know one would really get bored of that. So it’s the unique difference in personality that keeps the interest in two people. May be it wont work out in a few cases, differences in personality might result in misunderstandings and break-ups….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me….hmmmmm I can definitely say that my dream girl is just the opposite of me…..but it always requires compromises to keep a relationship going….and can you forget one thing…there no substitute to unconditional love for each other…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend gave me a new perspective, so thanks to her….and it was time to leave…yet another day in Zing’s life….gone by!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109953942053045814?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109953942053045814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109953942053045814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109953942053045814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109953942053045814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream-and-reality.html' title='Dream and Reality'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109945234861002300</id><published>2004-11-02T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:25:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Humming!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Badi naazuk hai ye manzil, mohabbat ka safar hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dhadak aahista se, eh dil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mohabbat ka safar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Badi naazuk hai ye manzil, mohabbat ka safar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109945234861002300?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109945234861002300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109945234861002300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109945234861002300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109945234861002300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-humming.html' title='Just Humming!!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109901988854959100</id><published>2004-10-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T00:45:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot Box!!!</title><content type='html'>With so many channels to surf(i mean surf...we hardly watch)...indian audience have tons of option which only gets down to nothing....There's not a single program worth watching for half an hour..thats what we all complain..right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I happened to catch a glimse of a new series started on Zee TV.....the much hyped "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kareena Kareena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I usually reach home between 9 and 10 PM so the options at that time are even more slim. But i liked this one the very first time i watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoz this "Kareena"??? She is a young girl from Chandigarh. Her mother wants to get her married to her childhood friend Littu from Chandigarh. So to avoid this she finds a job in with the Chamatkar Group in Mumbai as secretary. The job comes with a condition that she has to be a traditional Indian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And To make matters worse, Kareena's best friend Tanu pleads her to be her proxy in Radio Curry for a short while till she sorts out her life. So there begins a tale of dual life and the funny moments where Kareena has no option but to act "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kareena Kareena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"......!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="193" src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/inimg_kareena.jpe" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my personal favourite is "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jeena Is Ka Naam Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".....this one is a class apart, thanks to Farooque Shaikh, A well known film and theatre personality....he has an amazing talent to bring out the best from the celebrities and what more could you ask. He takes the audience through a memory lane which leave a few wet eyes at the end of the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/JSN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thats all from Zing...and what a relief..weekend is here and hold your breath its 3 days in a row!!!! So lets hit the dance floor...coz its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PARTY TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Byeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109901988854959100?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109901988854959100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109901988854959100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109901988854959100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109901988854959100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/idiot-box.html' title='The Idiot Box!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109871376291235743</id><published>2004-10-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:01:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Tho Pagal hai !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is se pehle ke hum pe hasti raat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banke naagin jo humko dasti raatOh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is se pehle ke hum pe hasti raat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banke naagin jo humko dasti raat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leke apna bharam chale aaye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chale aaye, chale aaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tere dar par sanam chale aaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu na aaya to hum chale aaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The light of the street lights flickered above the staight lane of trees by the road side, it was 9:00 PM and I was still travelling in my office bus, the weather in Bangalore as always known was at its best. Its a boring and tiring journey back home nearly 1.5 hours and traffic jams to add to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best way to unwind is to listen to your favourite music. The streets almost empty, people heading home, sleepy faces...and lots more...the dim light the music..isnt that enough for revisting your memories as you retire for the day..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So whatever be the mood, the occasion I have a song associated, isnt it so amazing that just a handful of tunes can bring back old memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero telling his lady love how much he loves her: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ae kash ke hum hosh main ab aane na paaye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus nagme tere pyar ke gaathe hi jaaye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who saw a girl for the first time and thinks she's the one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dil Ne Tum Ko Chun Liya Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tum Bhi Usko Chuno Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Khwaab Koi Dekhta Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tum Bhi Sapne Buno Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dil Ne Tum Ko Chun Liya Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tum Bhi Usko Chuno Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Khwaab Koi Dekhta Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tum Bhi Sapne Buno Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dil Yeh Mera Tumse Kuch Keh Raha Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suno Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one understands the very essense of love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hosh Valon Ko Khabar Kya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bekhudi Kya Cheez Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ishq Kije Phir Samajhiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then you want to tell your loved one that you will always be there..forever and ever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tu mile, dil khile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aur jeene ko kya chaahiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na ho tu udaas, tere paas paas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Main rahoonga zindagi bhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saare sansaar ka pyaar maine tujhi mein paaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm so how do you think our hindi film industry has so many films to its credit, its all because of just one think, the word which you might have heard a million times in Hindi cinema.."Dil"...so i just cant count the titles having this word or the songs for that matter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Dil tho pagal hai"...(woh tho hai) and also "Kambakth ishq"....., our film makers have left no stone unturned!!!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So as my bus gets closer to my destination, yet another day gone by and as i told you in my last post, yeh dil bhi kitna pagal hai.....meri kahana sunta hi nahi hai....hey this bit always makes me feel good, seeing Sharukh with a red rose and priety Zinta in her red dress....but may be It was a bit unfair ....hmmm Sharukh's Dil was not strong enough.....he wanted to live more but again our hindi film formula "Dil"...saath nahi diya.....anyways....let me enjoy this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/khnh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Palko Ke Leke Saaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Paas Koi Jo Aaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lakh Sambhalo Paagal Dil Ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dil Dhadke Hi Jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i retire for the day, to rise to a new begining..a new day...and as for my "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"....woh tho "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;PAGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" hai..and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dil Dhadke Hi Jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"....!!!!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109871376291235743?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109819442657265113</id><published>2004-10-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:02:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another "moody" Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing else to say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Palko Ke Leke Saaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Paas Koi Jo Aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Lakh Sambhalo Paagal Dil Ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dil Dhadke Hi Jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/still5.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109819442657265113?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109819442657265113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109819442657265113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109819442657265113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109819442657265113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-another-moody-day.html' title='Just another &quot;moody&quot; Day!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109765667324488003</id><published>2004-10-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T04:20:04.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti(Mental)</title><content type='html'>The guy in the adjacent cubicle is playing the song "Ae jaathe hue lamho" from the Movie "Border".........the most senti song one can hear........he has played it 5 times till now.....and making me Senti all the time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ae jaate hue lamhon zara thehro, zara tehro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main bhi to chalta hoon, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zara unse milta hoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo ek baat dil mein hai, unse kahoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a holiday today but me in office, had some work......and kinda feeling senti thanks to the guy in the next cubicle and also the emptiness on this floor........there goes again..he just started it once again.......eeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the weather is kinda dull, but kinda romantic too.....let me listen to some romantic songs.....which one...hmmmmmm..this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/Jawahar01.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dil Ne Tum Ko Chun Liya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HaiTum Bhi Usko Chuno Na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khwaab Koi Dekhta Hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tum Bhi Sapne Buno Na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dil Yeh Mera Tumse Kuch Keh Raha Hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suno Na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was from "Jhankar Beats".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie(MTV VJ) is a bit of singer too, but with only remixes to her credit she has not done an origianal solo till now. Her previous album titled "Sophie and Dr.Love" had a good collection of remixes, "Mere babu chail chabila" is the best among them and also a remix of "Lover Girl"(originally sung by Alisha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/DAAZYaqgh.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uppphhhh was on phone for nearly 1 hour now……me just back to my desk, ok lets continue……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time to listen to some remix now. Today the remix market is huge and with so many remixes around only a few make it to the top. And the latest SMASH HIT “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJ Suketu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. “Bin tere sanam” is listen on the top ten tracks in UK FM arena. And discotheques in our country, it’s the hottest selling remix now. His earlier two remixes &lt;strong&gt;Pyar Zindagi Hai&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombay in My Soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/2004080400210101.jpe" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bin Tere Sanam, Mar Mitenge Hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaa Merii ZindagiiBin Tere Sanam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mar Mitenge HumAaa Merii Zindagii&lt;br /&gt;Aanaa Hii Padaa Sajanaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zaalim Hai, Dil ki, Lagii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aanaa Hii Padaa Sajanaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zaalim Hai, Dil ki, Lagii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DJ Suketu will be peroforming at the "LYCRA MTV AWARDS" function, last year it was "DJ Aqueel" who rocked the show with his JAM of "Biwi No.1" and "Jenny From The Block".....it was simply amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its time I am leaving office in a short while, and hope wont get caught in a traffic jam......ohhhh my holiday is over, spent in office .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109765667324488003?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109765667324488003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109765667324488003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109765667324488003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109765667324488003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/sentimental.html' title='Senti(Mental)'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109754998023801651</id><published>2004-10-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:17:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new singing sensation!!!!</title><content type='html'>I must have listened to his songs a hundred times, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raghav&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is back with his latest single &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Lets Work It Out'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav began his music training at a tender age of five. And at six he was performing in big shows in Canada......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets Work It Out' begins with a background score 'Leke Pahla Pahla Pyar' sung by Asha Bosle from the movie 'C.I.D'. The songs rotates between Raghav's vocals and 'Leke Pahla Pahla Pyar' with a unique mix of Rap by Jahaziel of Solid Rock gives it a finishing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="553" src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/800.jpe" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video has be choreographed to match the music and Raghav has done a fantastic job with his stylish moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109754998023801651?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109754998023801651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109754998023801651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109754998023801651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109754998023801651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-singing-sensation.html' title='A new singing sensation!!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109746313189830241</id><published>2004-10-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:55:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Vs her Boyfriend!!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm this weekend me up to nothng except sleep and TV. Sunday got so much tired of watching TV I decided to push myself off my home and do some window shopping and may be a movie. An attempt to track my friends went in vain as nobody replied to my SOS SMS calls. Damn!!! they are always bust, either working on a weekend(I was also doing that lately) or heading off to a distant terrain and "Not reachable" by my mobile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreya, hadnt promised to meet me in the weekend but told me she might!!!(And that means she wont). The last call from her on Friday just as i left office and caught up with the traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each call as i always expect, she has to mention her boyfriend's name. Hmmmm I am used to it now. May be she does this unintensionally, but I dont mind. Thought i proposed to her an year back(no knowlegde of a boyfriend's existance)......may be she thinks I need to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact we are best friends even today. One points clear, I am over it so i dont have to tell her formally, and may be she wants me to meet her boyfriend......hehehe.....sounds interesting.....hopefully i dont get beaten up by him.......just kiddin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one things true i just want him to be in my imaginations rather then seeing him in reality.......i dont know why...my heart "feels" so...what do u say......never mind!!!!! me back to work!!! Byeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109746313189830241?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109746313189830241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109746313189830241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109746313189830241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109746313189830241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-vs-her-boyfriend.html' title='Me Vs her Boyfriend!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109686128862046325</id><published>2004-10-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:40:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday High!!!</title><content type='html'>It was a staurday blast, we all had been planning for so long. I started off with an attempt to bring togather all my childhood school buddies, a yahoo group which started of with just me initially has now grown in to a big group today. many of us hadnt seen each other more than 10 years, but its always difficult to build the enthu among people to take time out and meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saturday plan was fixed and we all were waiting to see each other, Bangalore has always been known for rains, and as expected with no pridictions required...it rained and rained, but that can never dampen the spirits of old friends, so we all made it with all the difficulty and it paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so no wasting time, the topic of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;1) who has settle where&lt;br /&gt;2) what job&lt;br /&gt;3) Anything special(ranges from having girlfriends to marriage)&lt;br /&gt;4) you know so and so got married.&lt;br /&gt;5) blah blah blah.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was i missing all these days, my pals ...my buddies.....the sun was also reluctantly went down......but this was just a begining of a new day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatz say????&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109686128862046325?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109686128862046325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109686128862046325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109686128862046325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109686128862046325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/10/saturday-high.html' title='Saturday High!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109625542148801659</id><published>2004-09-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T20:23:41.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry.....I was a bit away from the blog world. And from now i shall post regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost thanks a lot to keep in touch, though i was away from this place for a while, i read all your comments and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mehak, Nutty, Pinks, Phoebe, Tisha and others i shall always cherish such wonderful friendship, you guys are my best pals....i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i am still recovering from my operation and doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday spend some good time with my childhood friends and personally the best moments in your life is with your dear and near friends, nothing to beat that one.....enjoyed every moment of it.......and what else to boost one's morale??? watching "Munna Bhai MBBS"....at night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should learn to live every moment of life, a moment full of life and make it memorable.....and i am so happy to have you all as my buddies online....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me back to work and again one thing to remember...."SMILE".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now......&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109625542148801659?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109625542148801659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109625542148801659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109625542148801659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109625542148801659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/09/hi-buddies-sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109514658541199694</id><published>2004-09-14T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:23:05.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zing is back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys/Gals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed everyone of you and Zing was also eager to come back, the blog world has something in it which makes me feel ....i was missing an entire world out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all those sweet messages and also feels great that Zing has so many friends who care......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as promised i am back and hope to catch up with u all once again....may be this is a new  begining..i guess!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109514658541199694?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109514658541199694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109514658541199694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109514658541199694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109514658541199694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/09/zing-is-back.html' title='Zing is back!!!'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109263224522451184</id><published>2004-08-15T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:16:33.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An absence from blog world</title><content type='html'>Hey i hate to tell this, but its true..i shall not be around here for a while.....because of illness i am flying back immediately to India, hope to join you soon, cant tell when..but i will be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then, keep smiling and do leave messages on my tag board.....and dont forget Zing ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now its a goodbye from Zing...and dont forget to smile ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object id="IWGnet" style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 383px" codebase="http://active.macromedia.com/flash2/cabs/swflash.cab#version=" height="383" width="479" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12674"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10134"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://168.143.173.209/IWG_net.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://168.143.173.209/IWG_net.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109263224522451184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109263224522451184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109263224522451184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/08/absence-from-blog-world.html' title='An absence from blog world'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109222385021346022</id><published>2004-08-11T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T05:21:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Says "I am Fine"</title><content type='html'>Its been a tough day here, I just looked out of my office window, the night sky with moon hiding behind the dark clouds, the traffic below looked like a computer game with numerous lights crossing the streets belo..in an endless loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is "Me"??? hey what a question to ask. "I am fine..." Isn't it suppose to be. "Me" asks the other "Myself" again..."Hey come on..how can it be....that you are always fine...". "Me"....ya I am fine...I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask my friend "How are you?" and the obvious answer would be "I am fine". I often think what is it to be fine, is fine a objective meaning to a state of being no where, a state where you feel....more often feel a bit nothing much then the usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am not Good and the world aorund me is not Good either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We all have gone through this in life, where what I feel isn't heard and it seems that you make no difference by your very existance, hey I know I have felt it too, and now I remember those days, they are just a phase in your life and I am not regreting any part of it....feels that's part of what you try thinking ...to make an effort to know yourself...right???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am not Good and the world around me is Good .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/pic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm the first crush you had, the first love and the difficult times of heart breaks and stuff..That's when you feel you are no good...but you still feel the world out there is so beautiful...so wonderful...and hey don't mind if you feel life isn't playing fair with you...you got to learn how to live life...the way it comes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;State 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am Good and the world around me is Not Good .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The confidence in me would probably say "Hey I am good enough now", I wouldn't care what the world has to say about me...coz I know....I am a wonderful human being.....so I am not listening to anybody who talks crap about me...that doesn't matter, i love being "Me"....and that's the difference I have made to my life....so haven't you felt so???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;State 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am Good and the world around me is also Good .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/pic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love this part, a stage when you have realized that I wont have to lose anything to live life a day at a time, life is wonderful indeed if you can see the way it has to be seen. So "I am fine" the way I am and "Its fine" what life has to offer you...you just got to embrace it as it is and not the the way you feel it should be....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I am off..but I forgot to tell you something...."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"....So how are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take Care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109222385021346022?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109222385021346022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109222385021346022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109222385021346022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109222385021346022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/08/everybody-says-i-am-fine.html' title='Everybody Says &quot;I am Fine&quot;'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109150167929133367</id><published>2004-08-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:19:41.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The twinkle in your eye(Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kar Doge Inkaar To Jee Na Paayenge&lt;br /&gt;Jo Kar Doge Iqraar To Mar Hi Jaayenge&lt;br /&gt;Tumhaare Dil Ki Hai Ye Manzil Mera Deewana Dil&lt;br /&gt;Bolo Tum Bolo&lt;br /&gt;~~RULES~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who missed the first part - &lt;br&gt;"&lt;a href="http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/twinkle-in-your-eye.html"&gt;'The twinkle in your eye &lt;/a&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Part I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ife would not have been so interesting if we had just one path to take, sometimes our paths cross with others and thats where our life changes...may be thats how its meant to be..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwesh tried to console her, but it was not of any help. "Lets sit somewhere and you tell me what happened. Ok?". She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwesh loved the beach side, it was where he used to come when he was either very happy or when he thought he need to be left alone. Anwesh just looked into her eyes and they seemed to be just silent, may be they had lost hope. He asked her, "what is your name?". The girl looked at Anwesh and turning towards the sea she said "Mauna". (A little info for u people "Mauna"...means silence). Anwesh thought "hmm pretty interesting name, but sounds rather sad". Then Anwesh asked "So tell me what happened, ...he...didnt turn up, so what will you do now, will you still wait for him?". The girl once again looked at Anwesh and she said "We were supposed to get married today. Back home my parents objected to our marriage and so we came here to get married. He had promised that he would come, ...I dont know what to do now. I have nowhere to go". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anwesh had seen these things before, but this time he did not know why he wanted to help her, may be he never felt the same before...hmm he just didnt know. Anwesh told her "I know the father in the local chruch, may be he can give you shelter..hope thats ok with you". Mauna looked at Anwesh and asked him "why do you want to help me, you hardly met me an hour back". Anwesh told her "Hey nothing, dont think that i have just fallen in love with you and stuff...Anwesh does not believe in love ok..so dont stress your mind too much. I just felt that i should help you..thats all..". Mauna then was ok with it and both walked to the chruch which was a kilometer away, they talked all the way and by the time they reached the chruch Mauna was smiling, hey that was a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwesh had to convince the father a lot and finally he agreed. Mauna was happy. "How can i thank you?" Anwesh told her "Hey dont worry about those things, I shall visit the chruch sometime and hope to see you again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months passed and Mauna worked in the chruch and Anwesh used to visit her every week. Mauna was now happy and always smiling...she had forgotten her past...may be for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always i say "I shall continue the story in a short while"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then one more from "RULES".... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/05rules3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kabhi Phool Denaa Manaane Ke Lene&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Door Rahanaa Sataane Ke Liye&lt;br /&gt;Aur Kabhi Kabhi Khaamosh Baithe Baanhon Ke Sahaare&lt;br /&gt;Sooraj Bujhaa Na Saagar Kinaare&lt;br /&gt;Phir Raaton Ko Chaand Ugaanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janmon Ke Vaade Har Baar The Kasam&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Jaan Kahnaa Kabhi Kahnaa Sanam&lt;br /&gt;Aur Sau Sau Baar Ye KahnaaHamein Pyaar Hai Tumhi Se&lt;br /&gt;Le Aayeinge Ham Taare Zamin Pe&lt;br /&gt;Jo Kahoge To Jaan Bhi Deinge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109150167929133367?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109150167929133367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109150167929133367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109150167929133367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109150167929133367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/08/twinkle-in-your-eyepart-ii.html' title='The twinkle in your eye(Part II)'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109118691272034423</id><published>2004-07-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T04:53:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Previous Blog &lt;/span&gt;- "&lt;a href="http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-anniversary.html"&gt;Its an anniversary&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yieeepeeeeeee... its "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I have found such wonderful friends all these days on the blog world, Zing wants to remember all of them and the moments we shared togather..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meet&amp;nbsp;the GANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/gang_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tisha&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/strong&gt;My first blog friend..and hey Tisha thanks for being such a wonderful friend..and wish you all smiles and happiness in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tushar&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;A wonderful guy...love your writing...it has been great to know you...thanks buddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Hey Deeps buddy...hope to read all your blogs one day(I would love to do that...I shall find time I promise)....one thing you write really well and hope you continue to do so......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nutty&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey gorgeous....I am just inspired by your poetry....you really have a way with words...and hey are you ready..."ITS TIME TO DISCO" ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Soothy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey Soothy really miss you....you have stopped visiting my blogs...hey buddy Nutty is here so shall we rock???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pooja&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm "Desert Rose"...Hey Pooja time to have a party ...remember(birthday treat)..oh no..its pending for so long....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey Phoebe...just like the way you rock buddy...and hope you have your guitar with you..lets sing and dance ..with Nutty and Soothy ofcource!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to all the others who have been to my blogs..thanks all you buddies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Friendship Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"(in advance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have loads of fun and Its a million smile from you buddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109118691272034423?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109118691272034423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109118691272034423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109118691272034423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109118691272034423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/to-all-my-buddies.html' title='To all my Buddies'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109106633869455682</id><published>2004-07-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T04:22:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its an anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "&lt;a href="http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/twinkle-in-your-eye.html"&gt;'The twinkle in your eye &lt;/a&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I shall continue&amp;nbsp;with the story "The twinkle in your eye - Part II" in a short while,&amp;nbsp;today is a very special day for me.&amp;nbsp; Its been two years and probably almost everything has changed since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the same once again, a little heart of mine cant find the solace not today , not the day after... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaeri yaad vo yaad vo aaeri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~Two years back~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day before the "The DAY":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was 8:30 PM and I was shuffling through the old album of school days buried in time and buried in my closet, happened to stumble upon&amp;nbsp;her photograph. A women close to my heart, and in my soul, a charming smile is all that she needed to lighten&amp;nbsp;a gloomy day. The image was as if etched in my mind, cant explain if i would ever understand what she means to&amp;nbsp;me and my existance, or was it just an illusion, but i know its real... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going out for Dinner&amp;nbsp;on "The DAY":&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It wasnt planned, but it was always there in my mind, and dont know what was special on this day....we met and the dinner was fabulous. She loved deserts after dinner and she also had a lot of them, and may be i was a happy&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;she was, every minute&amp;nbsp;very second i wanted to capture, every smile&amp;nbsp;just added a star in my night's sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally I ask her:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The feared all the while,&amp;nbsp;what if the wonderful evening was ruined...and a tons of other "what ifs". But indeed i had to tell her how special she was to me and life has been so wonderful when i was with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Shreya, you are the most wonderful girl i have been with,&amp;nbsp;past four months after we met I always wanted to tell you&amp;nbsp;..that you are special...for me ...and my life. Since childhood days, all the time we spent togather.....those wonderful time i have always remembered all these years without seeing you...means lot more than just missing you....So it would be wonderful if you could be with me for the rest of&amp;nbsp;my life in allways, at all times....I had to tell you how much i love you...and would continue to do so for&amp;nbsp;the rest of my life and beyond."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/propose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was today..two years back i proposed to her...The day i lost my love, The day she broke my heart...HAPPY ANNIVERSARY..TO ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7458250-109106633869455682?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109106633869455682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109106633869455682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109106633869455682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109106633869455682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-anniversary.html' title='Its an anniversary'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109091442222421396</id><published>2004-07-27T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T03:30:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The twinkle in your eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Everytime I see your eyes, I see me, a perfect me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/eye1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was a dusty and sunny Saturday afternoon, the market place&amp;nbsp;looked deserted.&amp;nbsp;Not many people around ,&amp;nbsp;and the office place - it was a place where people got married, I mean register marriage as people usually say. Must be around 4:30 in the evening.&amp;nbsp;The office was buzzing with activity - people were getting ready to pack for the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwesh&amp;nbsp;looked at the deserted street for quite sometime before continuing to sip his tea at the&amp;nbsp;usual tea stall. May be this is it, no more customers for the day. Oh I forgot to introduce Anwesh to you. &amp;nbsp;Anwesh, an orphan&amp;nbsp;who has grown up seeing the city change over these years.&amp;nbsp;He is educated, worked hard and manage to complete his tenth in school before he lost interest in studies.&amp;nbsp;Since then he has been a broker - one who helps people get married. How? People need a witness for their marriage to get registered, so Anwesh becomes a witness himself. He charges Rs.200 per marriage - &amp;nbsp;he justifies it as he needs to bribe the officer in the office. And this is his usual routine. Never has it changed all these years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office closed at 5:00 PM, Anwesh was still sitting at the tea stall. A rickshaw stops in front of the office and a young girl gets out, she looks too worried, Anwesh has seen so much here that it seems usual to him. The girl seemed to wait for somebody, she constantly looks at her watch and a helpless gaze down the&amp;nbsp;dusty street. Anwesh goes up to the girl and asks her "Do you need a witness?". The girl looks at him, but tries to ignore Anwesh and pretends she is not interested. Anwesh asks again&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Do you need a witness? It will just cost you Rs.200"....the girl again says nothing, but looks more worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwesh waits for a while and tells her "The office is closed you can come tomorrow". But she is not going to say anything..nothing...Anwesh just goes back to the tea stall and orders another cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8 PM when Anwesh finally decide it was time to go home. He was amazed to see the girl still standing in the same place. So this time he thought there' s got to be something wrong. Anwesh went up to her and asked "Hey, you have been waiting the entire evening. I suppose he didn't turn up..hmmm I mean the guy you are in love with...he told you to wait here ...right. Why don't you call him up his home and ask. May be he is waiting somewhere else....I suppose.". The girl breaks down...Anwesh does not know how to convince her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue in a short while..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zing &lt;br /&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/7458250-109091442222421396?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109091442222421396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109091442222421396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109091442222421396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109091442222421396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/twinkle-in-your-eye.html' title='The twinkle in your eye'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109055108327239285</id><published>2004-07-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:35:06.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels in disguise</title><content type='html'>The pain was unbearable, i was not able to get up and move, it was 8:30 in the night and i was still in office. My colleage adviced me to go home and take rest and that he would manage my work. Managed to reach the subway with great difficulty and then all the while in the train, strange thoughts...nothing seemed to make any sence. Mind was not in a state to think logically...stations passed by and i found pretty hard to keep track where i was. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It was late to go out looking for a doctor, so i decided to spend the night and go&amp;nbsp;to a doctor&amp;nbsp;the next day. My colleague called me up the next morning and suggested me a doctor, quite near&amp;nbsp;my place. He&amp;nbsp;was one of the few english speaking&amp;nbsp;doctors near my place. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zing Log 21st July 2004: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My apartment owner had mailed me&amp;nbsp;the previous day that he would be coming to my place to install&amp;nbsp;internet connection. He was not expecting me to be&amp;nbsp;at home&amp;nbsp;when he came. It was around 12:30 PM. I was still resting and then someone opened the front door lock from outside. It was the same guy. Seeing me at home at that time he asked me if everything was fine. I told him that i was not well and was planning to see the doctor the same day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel&amp;nbsp;1:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;My apartment owner. A Japanese man, well in his late 50s,&amp;nbsp;speaks good english and very polite. He was feeling sorry for me and also that he opened the door when i was in. I told him thats fine. All the time he asked me to take rest and his advice to me was "Health is very important"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me when was my appointment with the doctor, he wanted me to go right away without wasting anymore time. I told him thats fine and i would go at 3 in the&amp;nbsp;afternoon.&amp;nbsp;He was so worried, he told me he would come back at 3 and take me to the&amp;nbsp;doctor, i insisted that it was fine&amp;nbsp;but i can walk myself. But he insisted and i agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 he was right there to pick me up.&amp;nbsp;Then as he led me to his car, he apoligized that he had a small&amp;nbsp;car.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The amazing gesture of modesty..i didnt know what to say, he had a&amp;nbsp;decently big car though. All the way he asked me whether i was comfortable and wished that i would get well soon. We found the place and he wished me once again and i didnt know how to thank him...just a few words of gratitude wasnt enough...i thanked him my heart's full and&amp;nbsp;he left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel&amp;nbsp;2:&lt;/strong&gt; I entered the clinic and the lady at the reception could not speak&amp;nbsp;english. But she was so kind enough to make me seated and her smile told me that she indeed cared. She went in and got the doctor immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel&amp;nbsp;3:&lt;/strong&gt; The doctor spoke good english and all the time he was really worried and told me that everything is going to be fine, And he took an X-ray and told me that it was an inflammation in my small intestine. And he gave me some antibiotics and told me to take care. The concern he should was just amazing. So i thanked him once again and headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel&amp;nbsp;4: &lt;/strong&gt;I was not in office for two days, today i was bit ok and decided to go to the office. As usual there were tons of mail and Amelia had mailed. She was at home, she had taken off for a month, she is suffering from a bad back problem. I dont know how she knew that i was not well, she had asked me to take care, hmmm thats what i call true friendship....hey Amelia...thanks buddy....its in these times a friend is all you need to say "I care for you...." .....though i didnt speak to her...i hope my words of gratitude has reached her..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope to recover soon from my illness...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's been so tough, so unforgiving,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clouds of sorrow here they come,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God, be on my side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead me the way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here,I am waiting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;promise not to give up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz&amp;nbsp;I know you are always with me,by my side, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know its you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its you my friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never let me go....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise....I promise not to give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Smile.... i shall be back...&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;Zing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109055108327239285?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109055108327239285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109055108327239285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109055108327239285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109055108327239285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/angels-in-disguise.html' title='Angels in disguise'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109028334771185522</id><published>2004-07-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:11:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you care?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" - Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A boy and a girl can never be friends&lt;/strong&gt;" - My best friend told me this the last time i spoke to him. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;That's Bull Shit&lt;/strong&gt;" - My sincere reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So we were not in a mood to debate on this topic. I didnt find a reason to justify my stand on this. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Zing log 23rd July 2004 : &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia: &lt;/strong&gt;Amelia called me up last friday. She was going on leave&amp;nbsp; for a month. Her doctor had adviced her to take rest. She is suffering from a bad back problem. I asked her if she was ok and that her back problem was not bad ..was it??? She told me it was just a precaution that she wants to take from causing further damage. I spoke to her mom, she was a bit worried too. And where does Amelia fit in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/care.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what Amelia means to me&lt;/strong&gt;: Amelia..??? she's my childhood friend. I do remember the first time we met in school. Ever since she has been my best pal. So what else?? I call her up all the time and we talk for hours. And??? Thats it...what else.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So do I love her(Important question)&lt;/strong&gt;: "Yes"...but i love her coz she is my best friend. We are "best" friends. But I dont know why people ask so many questions, they just want to prove that "&lt;strong&gt;A boy and a girl can never be friends&lt;/strong&gt;". Yeh give me a break...why isnt that we can't just be good friends and thats it....we all love our friends..so what's the problem if she is a "She"...I dont get it....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused(Not me):&lt;/strong&gt; I think people are confused.&amp;nbsp;May be they&amp;nbsp;just generalize things to such an extent that...they believe that they could be only two things "&lt;strong&gt;Black or White&lt;/strong&gt;" and nothing in between. Oh God save me from this. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So does this affect friendship:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey i dont know,&amp;nbsp;I am sure that i will be a good friend to her...i need nothing more than that,&amp;nbsp; but why do people have&amp;nbsp;a problem with things, I think i would lose a good&amp;nbsp;friend as what people say&amp;nbsp;might mean more to her than what i have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No hard feelings&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Losing a friend for such a reason..hmmm its not in my hand, so i dont worry... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith and trust&lt;/strong&gt;: 100% !!! So i think we have two different lives to leave and though our paths cross sometime, we need to bid a "GoodBye" a last time and continue to live life. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard to say "GoodBye"&lt;/strong&gt;: Its always difficult to say this last word. Meet a person a few minutes back, sometime its hard to say "GoodBye", that hurts "Big time"...so does the eye which knows no logic to shed a tear. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet Amelia again in my life....may be not now but....I dont know..may be... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;Zing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109028334771185522?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109028334771185522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109028334771185522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109028334771185522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109028334771185522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/do-you-care.html' title='Do you care?'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-108976957926663880</id><published>2004-07-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T01:39:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Vs Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/paap11d.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meri Subahon Ko Teri Shaamon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Meri Shaamon Ko Tere Vaadon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Meri Raaton Ko Tere Khaabon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Meri Neendon Ko Teri Baahon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Mere Jazbon Ko Teri Chaahon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Bahaki-Bahaki Si Kuchh Khataaon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Khoobasoorat Se Kuchh Gunaahon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Intazaar Intazaar Intazaar Intazaar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;~~PAAP(Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last rays of the sun shining on me, I looked at the sky for any signs of rain. There wasn't any. I was heading to my home(My Granny lived there). And I just relished the mild breeze blowing gently across the paddy fields. Its was getting late and the light was barely enough to ride, so I switched on my head lights of my bike and continued my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the town around 7 PM and was more than happy to see signs of civilization. The market place was full of activity, people buying vegetable and children running about with their colored balloons. It was rather difficult to drive in such crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was almost setting at the horizon on the town came alive with the street lights...Rather a mixed atmosphere...I parked my bike near one of the sweet stores with freshly made Jelebi on the menu. My granny just loved them, and thought I would take some to surprise her. So when I was about to leave, I had just unlocked my bike which was parked in front of the stores. I saw a beautiful young girl with her friends enter the same store, I don't know why I was still there to see her come out, as she came out the lights in the street went out, and when all the vendors switched on their generators.&lt;br /&gt;So why did I stop there, I don't know but thinking about this strange encounter I moved ahead and finally reached my home. That night my daadi(granny)was narrating some good old stories and I don't know why I was just thinking about the mysterious girl I saw in the market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had to attend a wedding in a nearby town and so I headed on my way as I had my bike with me. Don't you think sometime you can not define what one is feeling and why do you feel so, I was just going through such a thing...donno why, may be its termed as a "CRUSH" in logical world. Anyway I said na..I donno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the town in the afternoon. The house was a big old fashioned and had a authentic look to it, was beautiful..takes back you to old times. My relatives managed to catch me and I listened to their boring stories. Some saw me as an eligible bachelor&lt;br /&gt;and were all praises for their daughters and some even introduced me to their badi beti!!! hmmm danger Zing ...danger. So I just moved around the house, kinda exploring the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and took some coffee from the women in the kitchen, it was indeed refreshing. I sat down for a while and surely I had forgotten about the mystery girl. And I could hear some loud laughter down the hallway...I could just see a portion of the hallway from where I was, and I could see a couple of girls...endlessly laughing their hearts full. And I could see one hand with a gold bracelet on it, hmmmm so I left one mystery gir, there's another her, Zing that's two in two days...so curious though I managed to walk upto the hallway, but there was no signs of the (new)mystery girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me for something, i left the hallway and headed to my room...my mom was introducing me to a distant relative, pretty much the same thing but its fun to know so many people. The sun once again disappeared behind the horizon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm so i will continue in a short while...&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/05hyd1.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;An amazing pic....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Pehli Nazar Ka Uff Kya Asar Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tumhari Kasam Dagmagaaye Se Hum Hai&lt;br /&gt;Nahin Jispe Qaabu Yeh Hai Kaisa Jaadu&lt;br /&gt;Mere Liye To Sach Bhi Bharam Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghata Chand Bijli Barkha Pawan Mein&lt;br /&gt;Shaamil Ho Tum Meri Har Kalpana Mein&lt;br /&gt;Taareef Meri Itni Karo Na&lt;br /&gt;Udne Lagun Main Kahin Aasman Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhari Ada Hai Woh Sabse Judaa Hai&lt;br /&gt;Chaaha Hai Tumko Isi Vaaste&lt;br /&gt;Hum Bekhabar Hain Tum Besabar Ho&lt;br /&gt;Us Pe Hain Dekho Naye Raaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-108976957926663880?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/108976957926663880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=108976957926663880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108976957926663880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108976957926663880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/heart-vs-mind.html' title='Heart Vs Mind'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-108959947804096010</id><published>2004-07-11T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T04:50:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myriad Reflections ..Life of a Nomad</title><content type='html'>The Shrill sound of a siren broke the eerie silence of the night, hey what the hell in this dead part of the night. Getting up with my eyes barely opened, its my alarm clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sometimes i think i should just dump my alarm in a bottomless well, hmmm a cannon for a fly, this is just a moment's rage out to do no harm to my dear alarm....thud...my hand lands on the poor thing and it stops wailing!!!, Then an eternal question, a dilemma, got to decide....Zing either sleep or Office...U got to decide. Zing is successfull to convince himself that it has to be "SLEEP"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zing Log July 9th 2004 7:55 AM: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Trinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn .....there goes again, Ok Ok i know its late...the alarm gives out its final cry for Zing...anyway my alarm wins and Zing with a defeat on his face..looks at the small idol on top of the TV ....its Lord Ganesha, Zing may have gone through a lot of turmoil, a lot of ups and downs...but its my Lord who has always seen me through all the difficult times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting ready to office brings to my mind that i am just preparing for a new battle....its practically "Zing" Vs the rest of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing Log July 9th 2004 9:30 AM: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First holy task to do when you arrive at office...CHECK YOUR MAIL BOX...and cribb that people have forgotten you and a list of mails..meeting at 11, discussion at 2 and conference at 5.....(hey wherez my lunch in the schedule?????) Bang Bang....!!!! just shooting mails back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/me_at_Office.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casualty is on this side.....tringgggggg tringgggggg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing : "Hello Zing here"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "Zing!! Good Morning....so last night we forgot a few things to discuss"&lt;br /&gt;Zing : "Hey you never forget one thing - to forget(sorry too many forgets) to rise a penny in my salary"(Zing thinks!!! god heaven..i didnt tell this on the phone..you guys must be crazy!!)&lt;br /&gt;Zing : (Diplomatic voice)Anything i can do!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boss : The bug reported yesterday...my goodness..thats enough to ruin our systems!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing : We havent yet discovered the real bug!!!(Zing thinks again.....hope u guys/gals get it:))&lt;br /&gt;Zing : Yup, thats right ..i'll fix it right away....&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "Have a nice weekend...."&lt;br /&gt;Zing : "Weekend..jeez...i almost forgot that....looks like its going to be a short day today:)).....hmmm "&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "Yeah i guess so!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Zing : "Bye"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "Bye"&lt;br /&gt;beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..........i just kept the phone down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing Log July 9th 2004 2:30 PM: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting..eeeeeekkkk and on a friday afternoon...jeez save me..who scheduled the meeting at this auspicious hour....Got to get myself a Coffee to kill the dreaded "MID MEETING EYE CLOSURE" phenomenon!!! i could not make it more complex...isnt it;-)...a quich stroll to the coffee shop...the girl at the coffee shop sports a friendly smile at Zing and Zing knows that she is just grumbling...."One Coffee with two spoons of sugar and very little milk...just that he never changes his order"...ok ok i got you...just give me a cuppa coffee and Zing buddy will vanish into thin air....Zing sports a smile...(hehe...i will come agian to bug you..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Des....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Ordeal : Zing Log July 9th 2004 4:00 PM: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up Marty.....Marty is busy on the weekend....he's got a date....and ditched the plan of a going out with friends(Zing included)....Marty...a curse from a "Zing" goes straight at Marty....."La rain gods shower thy happiness and let Marty have a 'Good date'..hehehe..(thats a scary laugh)...Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/date.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing Log July 9th 2004 5:00 PM: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up Rick.....yahooo..Rick date went down the drain when he arrived late(1 hour to be precise) and the girl dumped the coffee on his head..poor Rick...."La...fortune...de be with thee..Amen"....(Not this weekend though)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets on a friday evening and the day comes to a abrupt end...weekends are there just to to reassure that "THERE IS ALWAYS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL"....And Hope...you all had a splendid one...."JUST RELAX A WHILE AND THINK .....ITS ALL GOOD AT THE END OF A ROUGH DAY"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS&lt;br /&gt;ZING&lt;div 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Nomad'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-108928875890699053</id><published>2004-07-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T05:30:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and Zing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The path I choose, is it what I want, &lt;br /&gt;is it what I had asked for,&lt;br /&gt;mind lingers between countless propositions,&lt;br /&gt;I am here, I am right here...do I belong where I am,&lt;br /&gt;or is me what I am, or a near perfect picture,&lt;br /&gt;an image myself to be,&lt;br /&gt;my mind lingers between countless propositions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I me or is it there a thing called "ME"...&lt;br /&gt;the force that drives me keeps me going,&lt;br /&gt;I know I am me, the very me whose been with me,&lt;br /&gt;who shall continue to be with me,&lt;br /&gt;and my force, my zest, my Zing is "ME",&lt;br /&gt;I can touch you, I can feel you,&lt;br /&gt;you are me and in myself the "Zing" of my life,&lt;br /&gt;its "Zing" right in my heart.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-108928875890699053?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/108928875890699053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=108928875890699053' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ditch the sequel on "Mary" so you people are bored of this huh, i suppose yeah it sounds too boring yaar...i admit..hehehe!!! ok ok dont laugh too much ok, thats not good for your health either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last night i was just thinking of putting up a new post, and didnt actually cook anything for dinner, the rumbling in my stomach was getting bad and managed to pick up something to silence my tummy. Its ok now and i back here to make a new begining...a new day..new things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align = "center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/byh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumbha hogayi MAMU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....yeah yeah..alright alright...abhi get up Zing...hmmmm my dearest thing in the world "A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP AFTER A BAD DAY".....boletho....simply great with lots of shakkar(I mean sugar)....so somehow i dragged myself from bed and oh boy-o-boy saw myself in mirror and i saw Zing with 2.0000001% eyes open.....abhi kya bolne ka hai...Zing i pity you dear, enough of the nakrazzzzzz get going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humidity level is very high here and station tak chalthe chalthe dum nikalgayi meri....tho haan main pohacha office and again the side effects of last nights upwaas showing up, my tummy needs something....chai or biscut and lets get back to work teekh hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i just turned on my music system and the most melodiest song you can ever here.....this one's my favourite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai Madhoshiyan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tujhko Bhulake Aab Jaao Kahan &lt;br /&gt;Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai Madhoshiyan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tujhko Bhulake Aab Jaao Kahan &lt;br /&gt;Dekhti Hai Jis Tarah Se Teri Nazrein Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Main Khud Ko Chupaao Kahan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of the lyrics is one which always *touches* my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeh Pal Hai Apna To Is Pal Ko Jee Le&lt;br /&gt;Shwalo Ki Tarha Zarah Chal Ke Jee Le&lt;br /&gt;Pal Jhapakte Kho Na Jana&lt;br /&gt;Chuke Karlo Yakin Na Jane Yeh Pal Paaye Kahan&lt;br /&gt;Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai Madhoshiyan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tujhko Bhulake Aab Jaao Kahan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that truely lovely song...i forget everything after listening to that(i cant forget that i need to be in office in 30 minutes...bhago!!!! Zing bhago)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was time for one last song, i swicthed cassettes to "Global Spirits" and one amazing song...hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaoo huzur tumko sitaron main lechalu,&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my all time favourite "BUS YUN HI"....."ek ajnabi hasina se"..and also the title song..that's one peppy song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas the clock stikes 9:00 AM and time for me to switch it off....chale chalo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time folks, today got to think what to eat for lunch....last night upwaas has left me hungry, pasta??? sphagetti?? pizza???....no no no....i need a good luch to munch on, so better find some rice and sambar!!!! Hey my friend is not here and me waiting for him to be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just remembered a very good quote i found sometime back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i would grab a star for everytime you made me smile, the night sky would be empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choooooo romantic de....can try this line if you happen to go on a date or a romantic dinner..with all the candle light and music and the dance floor..rocking....can you hear the music already....ok ok ok..lets change topixxxxxxxx haan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm Zing got to go now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be right back!!!&lt;br /&gt;Smileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-108916178181354290?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/108916178181354290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=108916178181354290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108916178181354290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108916178181354290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/bas-yun-hi.html' title='Bas Yun hi :)'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-108876947652218085</id><published>2004-07-02T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T19:20:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About Mary</title><content type='html'>Hi Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I can feel it, the freshness in the, the romance in the rain and jusssssssst Zing blogging once again, my... my... my...ain't that good enough to just put your legs up and say....."WEEKEND" yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkmmmm kmmmmm!!!(just a sore throught) never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey buddies, what's in a romantic story if it ain't go any fun. Things get funnier when I fall in love...yeah you bet??? Hmmm ok ok...Love with a dark colored glasses, thats why they say "love is Bliiiiiiiiiiind"....or Zing is ???? may be the later hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets begin with some intro about the charactes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Zing (Your dear and near buddy)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mary (Ok Ok i don't through things at me..its an alias for her name...let me  continue)&lt;br /&gt;3) Zings's buddies in college (crazy I have to say....Or they are pssst I know they are nuts..he he he...shhhh silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 take 1 ..."Action":  &lt;br /&gt;Zing on his first day of college, nervous and what not...steps into the classroom and eyes pan the room for signs of "known" face....unlucky me...there's nobody!!!, ok ok it happens Zing ..just go and find a place to sit ok....ok ok i got it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picked a seat in random and me dumped my bag on the desk, the guy next to me gave a friendly smile...Hi I am Marty....Me Zing...nice to meet you!!!! opppph thats encouraging...anyways enter the room a tall figure and all stood up and said "Gooooooood morrrrrrrrrrrrring Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr".....kkmmmm kmmmmm!!!(just a sore throat..again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 take 1 ..."Action": &lt;br /&gt;Intro is the funniest part...I am so and so ..my hobbies are so and so...and..thats it....hey me gave a good one...some giggles at the back.....never mind..hotha hai..hotha hai....It was class of 105..jeez that a huge number, i hardly had seen each and every face....And between this a crystal clear voice....I am "Mary"...there goes violins in the background..first look and i say what a voice she's got, pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt" ....the bell rings in a sudden burst and halla gulla..and cheers and bye bye....my eyes still followed mary and she was  heading the canteen..Zing was also heading the same way(hey just a coincidence ok)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 take 1 ..."Action": &lt;br /&gt;College canteen and first day, so right time to check out the stuff...idli and sambar..jeez my favourite..so just manage to talk to some guys and said Hi to few others, bang!!! she's gone...duffer Zing you better go back home ok....heard from somewhere that the rest of the day was off as no schedule lecture for the day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye college...and Bye Bye "Mary"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4 take 1 ..."Action": &lt;br /&gt;And i met my friends and shared my first day experience in college....and started praising "Mary" for what good reason i dont know...my friends got frustu...in the background a song goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His friends say stop whining, &lt;br /&gt;they've had enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;His friends would say stop pining,&lt;br /&gt;there's others girls to look at. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zings what happening.....just "cuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt it out"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5 take 1 ..."Action": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two in class...mission, portions ..portions and more portions,.....each lecturer comes and gives tons of portions, i will be covering this ..i would be covering that.....and some say...dont play fool with me okk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to continue!!!! "There's Something About Mary - PART II"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've tried to set him up with Tiffany and Indigo, &lt;br /&gt;but there's something about Mary that they don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, there's just something about Mary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his friends say, look life's no fairy tale, &lt;br /&gt;that he should have some fun, he's suffered long enough. &lt;br /&gt;Well, they may now about domestic and imported ale, &lt;br /&gt;but they don't know a thing about love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his friends would say he's dreaming &lt;br /&gt;and living in the past, &lt;br /&gt;but they've never fallen in love, &lt;br /&gt;so his friends need not be asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-108876947652218085?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/108876947652218085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=108876947652218085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108876947652218085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108876947652218085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/theres-something-about-mary.html' title='There&apos;s Something About Mary'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-109116873131716456</id><published>2004-07-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:39:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinglish Song...</title><content type='html'>Hey Buddies, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gayab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" last weekend and boy I felt I must vanish during interval...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/gayab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this song ....tried lots but cant just remember the lyrics....i think you will forget your english after reading this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Main Love Tumse &lt;br /&gt;Really Kasam Se &lt;br /&gt;Ask Mere Heart Se &lt;br /&gt;Each And Every Part Se &lt;br /&gt;Inside Sapno Mein &lt;br /&gt;Outside Samne, You Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Hai, Only You Hai &lt;br /&gt;Main Bhi Love Tumse &lt;br /&gt;Really Kasam Se &lt;br /&gt;Ask Mere Heart Se &lt;br /&gt;Each And Every Part Se &lt;br /&gt;Inside Sapno Mein &lt;br /&gt;Outside Samne, You Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Hai, Only You Hai &lt;br /&gt;Wrong Nahin Right Hai &lt;br /&gt;Love Two Side Hai &lt;br /&gt;Without You My Zindagi &lt;br /&gt;Black And White Hai &lt;br /&gt;I Bhi To Jaanu &lt;br /&gt;Tere Liye Mad Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Na Ho Front Mein &lt;br /&gt;To Full Day Bad Hai &lt;br /&gt;Main Love Tumse &lt;br /&gt;Really Kasam Se &lt;br /&gt;Ask Mere Heart Se &lt;br /&gt;Each And Every Part Se &lt;br /&gt;Inside Sapno Mein &lt;br /&gt;Outside Samne, You Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Hai, Only You Hai &lt;br /&gt;With You Mere &lt;br /&gt;Chehre Pe Shine Hai &lt;br /&gt;Along With Tere &lt;br /&gt;Meri Life Design Hai &lt;br /&gt;Every Thing Anything &lt;br /&gt;Tere Liye Kar Doon &lt;br /&gt;Bas Mere Love Ki &lt;br /&gt;Yahi Dead Line Hai &lt;br /&gt;Main Love Tumse &lt;br /&gt;Really Kasam Se &lt;br /&gt;Ask Mere Heart Se &lt;br /&gt;Each And Every Part Se &lt;br /&gt;Inside Sapno Mein &lt;br /&gt;Outside Samne, You Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Hai, Only You Hai &lt;br /&gt;Hai Main Love Tumse &lt;br /&gt;Really Kasam Se &lt;br /&gt;Ask Mere Heart Se &lt;br /&gt;Each And Every Part Se &lt;br /&gt;Inside Sapno Mein &lt;br /&gt;Outside Samne, You Hai &lt;br /&gt;You Hai, Only You Hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jeez......got a headache....see you later byeeeez &lt;br /&gt;Zing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-109116873131716456?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/109116873131716456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=109116873131716456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109116873131716456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/109116873131716456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/07/hinglish-song.html' title='Hinglish Song...'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458250.post-108859754246265248</id><published>2004-06-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T03:00:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Hi Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey this was really tiring starting out all from scratch again and build a site, hmmmm was pretty tough than i thought it would be, but i think I needed a change and make my site reflect what i feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-6/125486/thumbsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes once again Zing is back and hey its just old wine in a new bottle...so hope to catch up with u guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458250-108859754246265248?l=zings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/feeds/108859754246265248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458250&amp;postID=108859754246265248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108859754246265248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458250/posts/default/108859754246265248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zings.blogspot.com/2004/06/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Zing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262641635553249890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://home.ripway.com/2005-7/355193/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
