<?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-5851894647599673921</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:18:25.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urdu Sher love Shayari Funny Shayri Sms Shayari Co</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-2348260357247663717</id><published>2010-12-22T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:13:52.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="normtxt" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td background="/images/unique_18.jpg" width="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" background="/images/unique_20.jpg" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;कल मैने खुदा से पूछा कि खूबसूरती क्या है? तो वो बोले खूबसूरत है वो लब जिन पर दूसरों के लिए एक दुआ है खूबसूरत है वो मुस्कान जो दूसरों की खुशी देख कर खिल जाए खूबसूरत है वो दिल जो किसी के दुख मे शामिल हो जाए और किसी के प्यार के रंग मे रंग जाए खूबसूरत है वो जज़बात जो दूसरो की भावनाओं को समझे खूबसूरत है वो एहसास जिस मे प्यार की मिठास हो खूबसूरत है वो बातें जिनमे शामिल हों दोस्ती और प्यार की किस्से कहानियाँ खूबसूरत है वो आँखे जिनमे कितने खूबसूरत ख्वाब समा जाएँ खूबसूरत है वो आसूँ जो किसी के ग़म मे बह जाएँ खूबसूरत है वो हाथ जो किसी के लिए मुश्किल के वक्त सहारा बन जाए खूबसूरत है वो कदम जो अमन और शान्ति का रास्ता तय कर जाएँ खूबसूरत है वो सोच जिस मे पूरी दुनिया की भलाई का ख्याल.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: inline-table; height: 280px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 336px;"&gt;&lt;ins id="google_ads_frame2_anchor" style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: block; height: 280px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 336px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&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/5851894647599673921-2348260357247663717?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/2348260357247663717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/2348260357247663717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/2348260357247663717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-2160816142605595237</id><published>2009-02-06T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:01:24.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Aur Aaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.getafreelancer.com/"&gt;Best Web Design Services&lt;/a&gt; : If you're looking for affordable web design services, GetAFreelancer.com is the answer! 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लडकी ने साफ़ इनकार कर दिया । इस पर उसका दोस्त मुस्कुराया और चुप चाप उसे एक कागज़ देकर चला गया । उसपर लिखा था - "मेरी आखों का ख्याल रखना"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-1848957259192215598?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/1848957259192215598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1848957259192215598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1848957259192215598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-4430349262162373399</id><published>2009-01-10T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:40:13.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"बड़े लंबे होते हैं जिंदगी के ये रास्ते&lt;br /&gt;दो कदम तुम चलो, दो कदम हम चलेंगे&lt;br /&gt;बाद में टैक्सी कर लेंगे!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"स्टूडेंट के दर्द को यूनिवर्सिटी क्या जाने&lt;br /&gt;कॉलेज के रिवाजों को पेरेंट्स क्या जाने&lt;br /&gt;होती है कितनी तकलीफ एक पेपर लिखने में&lt;br /&gt;वो पेपर चैक करने वाले क्या जाने!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"न इश्क कर मेरे यार&lt;br /&gt;ये लड़कियाँ बहुत सताती हैं&lt;br /&gt;न करना इन पर ऐतबार&lt;br /&gt;यह खर्चा बहुत करवाती हैं&lt;br /&gt;रिचार्ज तुम करवा के देते हो&lt;br /&gt;और नंबर मेरा लगाती हैं!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"आसमान में काली घटा छाई है&lt;br /&gt;आज फिर गर्लफ्रेंड से मार खाई है&lt;br /&gt;मगर मेरी गलती नहीं है दोस्तों&lt;br /&gt;पड़ोसवाली लड़की आज मिनी स्कर्ट पहनकर आई है…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"वाह गालिब तूने क्या शेर मारा है&lt;br /&gt;वाह गालिब तूने क्या शेर मारा है&lt;br /&gt;अरे यार! देख जरा शेरनी कितना रो रही है!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आपकी याद में मैने कलम उठाई&lt;br /&gt;लिया कागज, तस्वीर आपकी बनाई,&lt;br /&gt;सोचा था दिल से लगा के रखूँगा उस तस्वीर को,&lt;br /&gt;पर वो तो बच्चों को डराने के काम आई. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लोग इश्क करते हैं, बड़े शोर के साथ&lt;br /&gt;हमने भी किया, बड़े जोर के साथ&lt;br /&gt;मगर अब करेंगे, थोडा़ गौर के साथ&lt;br /&gt;क्योंकि कल उसको देखा, किसी ओर के साथ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो आज भी हमें देखकर मुस्कुराते हैं&lt;br /&gt;वो आज भी हमें देख कर मुस्कुराते हैं&lt;br /&gt;ये तो उनके बच्चे ही कमीने हैं&lt;br /&gt;जो हमें मामा-मामा कहकर बुलाते हैं!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नई-नई शादी थी&lt;br /&gt;नया-नया था जमाना&lt;br /&gt;दुल्हा बेचैन था&lt;br /&gt;सुनने को गाना&lt;br /&gt;दुल्हन ने शुरू किया गाना&lt;br /&gt;भैया मेरे राखी के बंधन को निभाना…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-4430349262162373399?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-4120825477773458885</id><published>2009-01-10T01:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:39:05.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"खुद को कर बुलंद इतना कि&lt;br /&gt;हिमालय की चोटी पर जा पहुँचे&lt;br /&gt;और खुदा तुमसे पूछे&lt;br /&gt;अबे गधे, अब उतरेगा कैसे?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"फिजाओं में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;घटाओं में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;हवाओं में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;बहारों में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;धूप में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;छाँव में तुम हो&lt;br /&gt;अब तुम ही बताओ मेरी जान&lt;br /&gt;क्या तुम किसी भूत से कम हो!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"हम आपको देखना चाहते हैं&lt;br /&gt;आप से मिलना चाहते हैं&lt;br /&gt;पर लोग बहुत जालिम हैं&lt;br /&gt;मुझे आपसे मिलने नहीं देते&lt;br /&gt;कहते हैं कि जू बंद है, कल आना...." :)) :)) :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"हम रात की तन्हाइयों से आपका जिक्र किया करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;चाँद से आपकी बातें किया करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;ना आओ हमारे ख्वाबों में यूँ तुम&lt;br /&gt;हम भूत से बेहद डरा करते हैं!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-4120825477773458885?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/4120825477773458885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_1116.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/4120825477773458885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/4120825477773458885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_1116.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-2512276542340246386</id><published>2009-01-10T01:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:38:42.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"खुशबू ने फूल को एक अहसास बनाया&lt;br /&gt;फूल ने बाग को कुछ खास बनाया&lt;br /&gt;चाहत ने मोहब्बत को एक प्यास बनाया&lt;br /&gt;और इस मोहब्बत ने एक और देवदास बनाया!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"कभी-कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है&lt;br /&gt;कभी-कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है&lt;br /&gt;तुम होती तो यह कहती&lt;br /&gt;तुम होती तो वो कहती&lt;br /&gt;इस बात पर हँसती&lt;br /&gt;उस बात पर नाराज होती&lt;br /&gt;शुक्र है तुम नहीं हो!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"हादसे इंसान के संग मसखरी करने लगे&lt;br /&gt;लफ्ज कागज पर उतर जादूगरी करने लगे&lt;br /&gt;कामयाबी जिसने पाई उनके घर बस गए&lt;br /&gt;जिनके दिल टूटे वो आशिक शायरी करने लगे!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"वो हमें देख रहे थे तिरछी नजरों से, हमारे होश खो गए&lt;br /&gt;वो हमें देख रहे थे तिरछी नजरों से, हमारे होश खो गए&lt;br /&gt;जब हमें पता चला की उनकी नजरे ही तिरछी है&lt;br /&gt;तो हम बेहोश हो गए!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-2512276542340246386?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/2512276542340246386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2441.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/2512276542340246386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/2512276542340246386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2441.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-5880868620753643051</id><published>2009-01-10T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:37:44.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>नमस्कार दोस्तों, ये खुश्बुओ का आलम, ये जिंदगी की मस्ती, फिर छोड़ आये रहबर हम अपना दिल कहीं..... जी हाँ हमारा मस्ती क्लब साहिल है तूफानों के लिये, आईना है अरमानो के लिये, महफिल है अंजानो के लिये और ख्वाईश है आप जैसे दोस्तो को पाने के लिये | ये क्लब उन सभी लोगो के लिये है जो अपनी जिंदगी से प्यार करते है और जिनका मकसद अपनी व दुसरो की ज़िंदगी मे मस्ती, प्यार् और दोस्ती के रंग भरना है..... सड़क किनारे किसी पतली गली में, आड़ी-तिरछी बनी हुई है॰॰॰ जिन्दगी , प्यार खुशी मंजील से दूर ले जाती “मजबूरी”, शायद किसी खूंटे से बंधी हुई है॰॰॰ जिन्दगी , सिगरेट के छल्ले और मदिरा की बोतलें, अपनी मस्ती में मस्त बेफिक्र है॰॰॰ जिन्दगी , खुले गगन में सितारों के बीच उड़ता पंछी बोला, आगे बढ़ते रहने का नाम है॰॰॰ जिन्दगी. जी लो जी भर के अपनी ज़िंदगी, कर लो थोड़ा मज़ा और मस्ती, किसे पता ये लम्हे और ये दोस्त कल फिर मिले या नही ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-5880868620753643051?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/5880868620753643051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_4973.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5880868620753643051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5880868620753643051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_4973.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-747509728876473687</id><published>2009-01-10T01:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:37:31.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;हमें तो अपनों ने लूटा,&lt;br /&gt;गैरों में कहाँ दम था.&lt;br /&gt;मेरी हड्डी वहाँ टूटी,&lt;br /&gt;जहाँ हॉस्पिटल बन्द था.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुझे जिस एम्बुलेन्स में डाला,&lt;br /&gt;उसका पेट्रोल ख़त्म था.&lt;br /&gt;मुझे रिक्शे में इसलिए बैठाया,&lt;br /&gt;क्योंकि उसका किराया कम था.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुझे नर्सों ने उठाया,&lt;br /&gt;डॉक्टरोंमें में कहा दम था .&lt;br /&gt;मुझे जिस बेड पर लेटाया,&lt;br /&gt;उसके नीचे बम था.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुझे तो बम से उड़ाया,&lt;br /&gt;गोली में कहाँ दम था.&lt;br /&gt;और मुझे सड़क में दफनाया,&lt;br /&gt;क्योंकि कब्रिस्तान में फंक्शन था&lt;br /&gt;अरे हमें तो अपनों ने लूटा,गैरों में कहाँ दम था.मेरी हड्डी वहाँ टूटी,जहाँ हॉस्पिटल बन्द था.मुझे जिस एम्बुलेन्स में डाला,उसका पेट्रोल ख़त्म था.मुझे रिक्शे में इसलिए बैठाया,क्योंकि उसका किराया कम था.मुझे डॉक्टरों ने उठाया,नर्सों में कहाँ दम था.मुझे जिस बेड पर लेटाया,उसके नीचे बम था.मुझे तो बम से उड़ाया,गोली में कहाँ दम था.और मुझे सड़क में दफनाया,क्योंकि कब्रिस्तान में फंक्शन था&lt;br /&gt;अरे हमें तो अपनों ने लूटा,गैरों में कहाँ दम था.मेरी हड्डी वहाँ टूटी,जहाँ हॉस्पिटल बन्द था.मुझे जिस एम्बुलेन्स में डाला,उसका पेट्रोल ख़त्म था.मुझे रिक्शे में इसलिए बैठाया,क्योंकि उसका किराया कम था.मुझे डॉक्टरों ने उठाया,नर्सों में कहाँ दम था.मुझे जिस बेड पर लेटाया,उसके नीचे बम था.मुझे तो बम से उड़ाया,गोली में कहाँ दम था.और मुझे सड़क में दफनाया,क्योंकि कब्रिस्तान में फंक्शन था&lt;br /&gt;अरे हमें तो अपनों ने लूटा,गैरों में कहाँ दम था.मेरी हड्डी वहाँ टूटी,जहाँ हॉस्पिटल बन्द था.मुझे जिस एम्बुलेन्स में डाला,उसका पेट्रोल ख़त्म था.मुझे रिक्शे में इसलिए बैठाया,क्योंकि उसका किराया कम था.मुझे डॉक्टरों ने उठाया,नर्सों में कहाँ दम था.मुझे जिस बेड पर लेटाया,उसके नीचे बम था.मुझे तो बम से उड़ाया,गोली में कहाँ दम था.और मुझे सड़क में दफनाया,क्योंकि कब्रिस्तान में फंक्शन था&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-747509728876473687?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/747509728876473687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/747509728876473687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/747509728876473687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-5114402906162494983</id><published>2009-01-06T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:02:25.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ना ज़मीन, ना सितारे, ना चाँद, ना रात चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;दिल मे मेरे, बसने वाला किसी दोस्त का प्यार चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना दुआ, ना खुदा, ना हाथों मे कोई तलवार चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;मुसीबत मे किसी एक प्यारे साथी का हाथों मे हाथ चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहूँ ना मै कुछ, समझ जाए वो सब कुछ,&lt;br /&gt;दिल मे उस के, अपने लिए ऐसे जज़्बात चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उस दोस्त के चोट लगने पर हम भी दो आँसू बहाने का हक़ रखें,&lt;br /&gt;और हमारे उन आँसुओं को पोंछने वाला उसी का रूमाल चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मैं तो तैयार हूँ हर तूफान को तैर कर पार करने के लिए,&lt;br /&gt;बस साहिल पर इन्तज़ार करता हुआ एक सच्चा दिलदार चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उलझ सी जाती है ज़िन्दगी की किश्ती दुनिया की बीच मँझदार मे,&lt;br /&gt;इस भँवर से पार उतारने के लिए किसी के नाम की पतवार चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अकेले कोई भी सफर काटना मुश्किल हो जाता है,&lt;br /&gt;मुझे भी इस लम्बे रास्ते पर एक अदद हमसफर चाहिए,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यूँ तो 'मित्र' का तमग़ा अपने नाम के साथ लगा कर घूमता हूँ,&lt;br /&gt;पर कोई, जो कहे सच्चे मन से अपना दोस्त, ऐसा एक दोस्त चाहिए &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-5114402906162494983?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/5114402906162494983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5114402906162494983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5114402906162494983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-8142032334753126120</id><published>2009-01-05T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:04:32.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa dials a number. A girl receives the call.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Who r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Seeta here.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Maine to Chandigarh phone kiya tha, yeh to Ayodhya mil gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa went2 c a gal 4 marrige&lt;br /&gt;Parnts decided 2 let thm b alone 2 talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa:Behanji aap kitne bhai-behan ho?&lt;br /&gt;Gal:Pehle 3 the AB 4 HO GAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-8142032334753126120?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/8142032334753126120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aap itraate bahut ho dil ko behlate bahut ho,&lt;br /&gt;Sochte hai apko Dinner per le jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Par kya kare hamara iraada badal jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kyunki aap khate bahut ho...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apki 'smile' ne saara jahan hila diya,&lt;br /&gt;Apki 'smile' ne saara jahan hila diya,&lt;br /&gt;COMA se jaage huye mareez ko permanently sula diya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ladka apni dilruba se pooch raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Kya pyaar karna paap hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kya pyaar karna paap hai?&lt;br /&gt;Ladke ka dost uske kaan mein bolta hai&lt;br /&gt;"Abbey patli gali pakad peeche uska baap hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa to doctor : Dr: when i sleep monkeys play football in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;Dr:no problem just take this medicine before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: kal se loonga aaj raat ko final hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-3881561481429383336?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/3881561481429383336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/aap-itraate-bahut-ho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/3881561481429383336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/3881561481429383336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/aap-itraate-bahut-ho.html' title='Aap itraate bahut ho'/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-1068476698541567525</id><published>2009-01-04T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:15:02.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aap ke Jaanisaar</title><content type='html'>Aap ke Jaanisaar.Hum bhi hai.&lt;br /&gt;Aashiq-e-Dil figaar,Hum bhi hai.&lt;br /&gt;Dard kahta hai.Mujhse tanhaiyo me&lt;br /&gt;Tum na ghabrao.Yaar saath hum bhi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki Awaz se nagme badal Jate hai,&lt;br /&gt;sath na De to apne Badal Jate hai, palke&lt;br /&gt;bhi jara sambhal ke jhapkna kyoki&lt;br /&gt;Palke Jhapkne se Aksar sapne Badal Jate hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na intzaar hai na ikraar hai,&lt;br /&gt;na aapse milne ko ab mera dil be-kraar hai,&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi dil se na jaane kyon yeh aawaz aati hai,&lt;br /&gt;wo tumhi ho jinki aankon aur baaton mei&lt;br /&gt;ek sachchi dosti ka khumar hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat ka imtihaan aasaan nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Pyar sirf paane ka naam nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Muddat beet jati hai kisi ke intezar me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh sirf ek pal do pal ka kaam nahi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-1068476698541567525?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/1068476698541567525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/aap-ke-jaanisaar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Click here to Join Group...      This story tells us something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &amp; LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love Good Reading? Click here to Join Group...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This story tells us something about LOVE &amp; LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-1161075392357467270?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/1161075392357467270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-life-httpfunlokcom-bookmark-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1161075392357467270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1161075392357467270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-life-httpfunlokcom-bookmark-and.html' title='LOVE &amp; LIFE [http://funlok.com/] Bookmark and Share   LOVE &amp; LIFE   Love Good Reading? Click here to Join Group...      This story tells us something'/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-5975454332765173135</id><published>2009-01-02T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:17:52.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;English -- Briton Vs Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says our English is teruk.? Just see below - Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to- point, effective etc........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN GIVING A CUSTOMER BAD NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : No Stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RETURNING A CALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Hello, this is John Smith. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASKING SOMEONE TO MAKE WAY &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : S-kew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS TO PAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : No-need, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN ASKING FOR PERMISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : (pointing the door) can AR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN ENTERTAINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Please make yourself right at home.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Don't be shy, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN DOUBTING SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN DECLINING AN OFFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I'd prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Don't want la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN DISAGREEING ON A TOPIC OF DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : You mad, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE TO LOWER THEIR VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but could you please ! Lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Shut up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE IF HE/SHE KNOWS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : See what, see what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN ASSESSING A TIGHT SITUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: We seem to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Die-lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Will someone tell me what has just happened?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Wat happen Why like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHEN SOME ONE DID SOMETHING WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons: This isn't the way to do it here let me show you,&lt;br /&gt;Asian : like that also don't know how to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says our English is teruk.? Just see below - Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to- point, effective etc........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN GIVING A CUSTOMER BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : No Stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURNING A CALL&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Hello, this is John Smith. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKING SOMEONE TO MAKE WAY .&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : S-kew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS TO PAY&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : No-need, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ASKING FOR PERMISSION&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : (pointing the door) can AR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ENTERTAINING&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Please make yourself right at home.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Don't be shy, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DOUBTING SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DECLINING AN OFFER&lt;br /&gt;Britons: I'd prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Don't want la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN DISAGREEING ON A TOPIC OF DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : You mad, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE TO LOWER THEIR VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but could you please ! Lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Shut up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE IF HE/SHE KNOWS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : See what, see what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ASSESSING A TIGHT SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt;Britons: We seem to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Die-lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Will someone tell me what has just happened?&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Wat happen Why like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SOME ONE DID SOMETHING WRONG&lt;br /&gt;Britons: This isn't the way to do it here let me show you,&lt;br /&gt;Asian : like that also don't know how to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ONE IS ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Would you mind not disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Celaka u&lt;br /&gt;Britons: Would you mind not disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;Asian : Celaka u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-5975454332765173135?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/5975454332765173135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/english-briton-vs-asian-who-says-our.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5975454332765173135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/5975454332765173135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/english-briton-vs-asian-who-says-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-1744446137797667162</id><published>2009-01-02T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:11:45.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is jahan me mohabbat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is jahan me mohabbat kash na hoti,&lt;br /&gt;To safar-e-zindagi me mithas na hoti!&lt;br /&gt;Agar milti BEWAFA ko sazae maut,&lt;br /&gt;To diwano ki kabre yu udas na hoti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who will get the cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all those people running?&lt;br /&gt;They are running a race to get a cup.&lt;br /&gt;Who will get the cup?&lt;br /&gt;The person who wins.&lt;br /&gt;Then why are all the others running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hotho se jo choo liya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotho se jo choo liya,&lt;br /&gt;Aur Ehsaas Ab tak hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhe Nam hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur sanson me Aag ab tak hain,&lt;br /&gt;Aur kyon na ho...&lt;br /&gt;Khayi Bhi to 'HARI Mirch' hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere kaan me kuch kaho&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gujju Premi: Darling mere kaan me kuch halka sa, Kuch narm sa, Kuch namkin sa, Kuch mitha sa kaho!&lt;br /&gt;Premika: Dhokla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tez hava ka jhonka aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tez hava ka jhonka aya&lt;br /&gt;Sath me teri khushbu laya&lt;br /&gt;Tab mere dil me khayal aya&lt;br /&gt;Mera dost aaj bhi nahin Nahaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sewag ki bivi ne divorce manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewag ki bivi ne divorce manga, pucha kiyo?&lt;br /&gt;usne kha bina dekhe kahin bhi shot marta hai,&lt;br /&gt;jaldi out ho jata hai,&lt;br /&gt;or balls ki tarf tou dekhta bhi nahi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-1744446137797667162?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/1744446137797667162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-jahan-me-mohabbat-is-jahan-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1744446137797667162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/1744446137797667162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-jahan-me-mohabbat-is-jahan-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851894647599673921.post-3241723148239275305</id><published>2009-01-02T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:08:02.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosti Ke Nam Pe Diwane</title><content type='html'>Dosti Ke Nam Pe Diwane Chale Aate Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Shama Ke Piche Parwane Chale Aate Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe Yad Na Aayee Khair.&lt;br /&gt;Aana Meri Maut Par. Us Din To Begane Bhi Chale Aate Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh sach hai ki. Aa jata hai shohrat ka Asar..&lt;br /&gt;Insaan to kiya dar-o-deewar badal jate hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur bewafa badle ya naa badle..&lt;br /&gt;Waqt aane par wafadar badal jate hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har dhadkan mein ek raz hota hain,&lt;br /&gt;Har baat ko batane ka ek andaz hota hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab tak thokar na lage bewafai ki,&lt;br /&gt;Har kisi ko apne pyar par naz hota hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee hai sharab har gali har mehkhane se,&lt;br /&gt;Ek dosti si ho gai hai sharab ke jam se,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gujre hai hum kuch aise mukam se&lt;br /&gt;Ki nafarat si ho gai mohabbat ke naam se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851894647599673921-3241723148239275305?l=shershayarighazal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/feeds/3241723148239275305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/dosti-ke-nam-pe-diwane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/3241723148239275305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851894647599673921/posts/default/3241723148239275305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shershayarighazal.blogspot.com/2009/01/dosti-ke-nam-pe-diwane.html' title='Dosti Ke Nam Pe Diwane'/><author><name>Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257475081262177274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
