<?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-8639766157323517941</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:24:52.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>سهرشا  سبهرول</title><subtitle type='html'>I think, therefore i BLOG.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-5314005329681178083</id><published>2009-01-18T02:50:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:24:33.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My last date with darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat in my room, in complete darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It surrounds me with silence all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrapped its arms around me and holds me tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It crushes hard, for me to meet my last breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear its heartbeat for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As i lay dying, my senses give way, my heart shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rest, all my grief's may vanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sorrows, pains and sufferings will leave me, and my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;presence will not be felt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will allow me to rest in peace for once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its dark colour to fade my memorises, to take my life to the doorstep of death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my voice shall never be heard, for my eyes to sleep forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall happily commit myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to this relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cold feeling of dark shall cover my body for my blood to hold its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rush and my muscles to relax forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May those extra seconds of my life be given to those whom i love, for them to live life an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extra second on my behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a silent gesture made by me as darkness has everything to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no noise, there is no light, there is no sign of life inside me. Once I commit myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the journey of my life ends. I may then sleep and not wake, till forever is over. Till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;darkness holds me as I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P.&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/8639766157323517941-5314005329681178083?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/5314005329681178083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=5314005329681178083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5314005329681178083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5314005329681178083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-last-date-with-darkness.html' title='My last date with darkness.'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-2728162406116813391</id><published>2008-09-05T16:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:27:19.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Mighty Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked God for strenght,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made weak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might learn humbly to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for health,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might do greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given infirmity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might do better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for riches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given poverty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might be wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might have the praise of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given weakness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might feel the need of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for all things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I might enjoy all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing that I asked for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything that I had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost despite myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my unspoken prayers were answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am among all men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most richly blessed.&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/8639766157323517941-2728162406116813391?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/2728162406116813391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=2728162406116813391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2728162406116813391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2728162406116813391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/09/mighty-gift.html' title='A Mighty Gift'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-2314462212178932775</id><published>2008-07-20T02:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:40:53.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Song: The one I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/22635romanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/22635romanic.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sun sets for the moon to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hold hands for a cozy night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the rain coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my nights are cold when you're not around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whispering into each others ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking about those lovely years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me wonder how lucky i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to have someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to god for your better tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to him for the one i love.&lt;/em&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;Since you have gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lonely at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my days are longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my time isn't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss your touch, i miss your kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me touching your belly and holding you near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to god you face no fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to him for the one I love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your deep breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You skipping a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no air between us when i hold you close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your soft skin, your beautiful long hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lying next to you I love your smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The warmth I get, the static I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kissing your lips kissing your neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear on god i miss you my dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to him for the one i love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;written by :- Saharsha Raj Sabharwal.&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/8639766157323517941-2314462212178932775?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/2314462212178932775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=2314462212178932775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2314462212178932775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2314462212178932775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-one-i-love.html' title='Song: The one I love'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-1925154723075144845</id><published>2008-07-09T15:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:21:51.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments Define...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/640/skyzheartz148yc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/640/skyzheartz148yc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day there will be no us&lt;br /&gt;One day things will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day people will leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day moon will disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day might look too long to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day lovers will get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day boundaries will be removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day sky will look colorful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day you will feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day you will learn to live alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day you will find nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day people will recognise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day people might forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day your heart will beat faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day you will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to say I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to say I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to say I'm here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to do what you want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to appreciate gold price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;People are here for a reason- Reason to love, reason to care, reason to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't hate people- Hate yourself for doing something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never loose a moment to make someone feel good or else it might be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;People might 'want' things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but they 'need' support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Support of their family, friends, lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is no better thing to do than to help someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do not look for faults in others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;find out what you can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life will finish- live it with happiness and affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a moment that flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;They say- 'time will not stop for you', but you can make it stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do not compete to be the best- compete to help the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do not show your power- show your inner desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because life is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;make full use of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Each moment is a mystery and a step towards future for a better present.'&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/8639766157323517941-1925154723075144845?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/1925154723075144845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=1925154723075144845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/1925154723075144845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/1925154723075144845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/07/moments-define.html' title='Moments Define...'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-2695334504713181777</id><published>2008-07-05T02:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:51:53.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The inner voice cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fear of loosing hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fear of loosing life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fear of loosing friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fear of loosing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much to say but the words wont come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are buried deep down inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A helping hand, your voice inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moments of joy, life a struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need somebody next to near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no hatred, there is no fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If people here help each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiss of love, handshake of friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a hug everyday for people who need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forgiveness and love, feeling of trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;makes people in this world live together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-2695334504713181777?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/2695334504713181777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=2695334504713181777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2695334504713181777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2695334504713181777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/07/inner-voice-cries.html' title='The inner voice cries'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-2021344583858807349</id><published>2008-07-05T02:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:26:51.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A guy who calls her beautiful instead of hot, who calls her back when she hangs up on you, who will lie under the stars and listen to her heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch her sleep... wait for the boy who kisses her forehead, who wants to show her off to the world, who holds her hand in front of his friends, who thinks she's just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding her of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have her.... The one who turns to his friends and says, "&lt;em&gt;that's her&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8639766157323517941-2021344583858807349?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/2021344583858807349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=2021344583858807349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2021344583858807349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/2021344583858807349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-girl-wants.html' title='What a girl wants'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-5347282764407588555</id><published>2008-06-28T03:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:17:41.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/love_iloveyou_couples/1036-029-19-1060.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/love_iloveyou_couples/1036-029-19-1060.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a boy, who loved a girl. That girl used to work in a music store. That boy used to visit the store everyday and bought Cd's from there. But actually, he used to go to talk to that girl and spend time with her. But the boy never had the courage to say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to that girl. This carried on for a long time. After few days the girl was worried and went to his house to check on him. When she reached his home, the boy's grand mother opened the door. The girl asked bout that boy. Grandmother said he died this morning. Grandmother took her to his room. She saw all the Cd's untouched and still packed. She started crying after seeing all the Cd's, because inside every Cd pack there was a note which said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-True love untold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never loose a chance to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-5347282764407588555?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/5347282764407588555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=5347282764407588555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5347282764407588555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5347282764407588555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-story.html' title='Love Story...'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-4375650047387370914</id><published>2008-06-07T01:46:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:33:12.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/quotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A person is literally what he thinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't make any decision when you are angry and don't make any promise when you are happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Forgiveness means letting go of a hurtful situation and moving on with your own happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Experience is a teacher because she gives the test first and the lesson afterwords.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Believe in your own strengths but have faith in others capabilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are accountable to this earth on which we live, to nature which sustains us and most importantly, to ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The fear of failure is more dangerous than failure itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Appreciate the smiles of children, notice only the good points of others. Your life will always be full of sweetness, peace and satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Like sunrise engulfs darkness, Courage helps one to surmount suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Like a termite the word 'if' weakens your ability to act. It makes you feel you are incomplete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You cannot translate all your dreams into reality. But they can act as a foundation stone for a glorious future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Living does not merely mean existing. It is the quality of life not the quantity that is important. Life ultimately means moving ahead and proving yourself in the face of difficulties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;An idea is extremely short lived. Hence it is best to take an action as soon as it blossoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happiness is a state of mind. You may find it in a palace or in a tiny cottage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We should not overlook what lies behind our success. It is the struggle of our parents, who have sacrificed their present to ensure a secure future for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;God is in heaven.. because he fears what he has CREATED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Form is temporary, but Class is permanent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People can be divided into three groups:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those who make things happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those who watch things happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And those who wonder what happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-4375650047387370914?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/4375650047387370914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=4375650047387370914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/4375650047387370914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/4375650047387370914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotes_07.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-8957205772140553518</id><published>2008-06-07T01:13:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:37:41.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEmmyF7mtRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cj4D8jifLRA/s1600-h/RFU.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208877823546537234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEmmyF7mtRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cj4D8jifLRA/s200/RFU.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you but I'm not your lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I care for you but I'm not from your family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am ready to share your pain but I'm not in your blood relation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am your true friend and you are my sweetheart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;True friend scolds like a dad,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cares like a mother,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;teases like a sister,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;irritates like a brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and finally loves you more than a lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I'm sorry i can't help myself because I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEmXql7mtQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cGnC1WNzRRE/s1600-h/header_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208861202023101698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEmXql7mtQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cGnC1WNzRRE/s320/header_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-8957205772140553518?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/8957205772140553518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=8957205772140553518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/8957205772140553518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/8957205772140553518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotes.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEmmyF7mtRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cj4D8jifLRA/s72-c/RFU.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-362202705635267655</id><published>2008-06-06T15:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:12:03.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness and Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEkYiF7mtNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fQIzL8C4xpQ/s1600-h/NICE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208721418017486034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEkYiF7mtNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fQIzL8C4xpQ/s320/NICE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happiness and Sadness, two things that are part of everybody's life. There is no reason to be happy. Happiness is a mighty gift that makes an individual feel good about himself, his surroundings and others. It is a feeling of joy and satisfaction. It can be given to anyone. Happiness has no boundaries. It can be seen everywhere. Even with animals. Parents are happy when their child does well. Lovers are happy when they are together. Pet is happy when it gets love. If a person is happy he is mentally and physically fit. Happiness doesn't cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadness is an emotional and a soft side of life. It is a feeling of thought, loss and helplessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people like to share their sad moments. While others keep it to themselves. A person is quiet when he is sad. Sadness is a phase or a temporary mood that a person comes across due to certain reasons. This feeling at times can be for the loved ones as well. If you miss someone. If someone has hurt your feelings. If you loose someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"As i always feel- &lt;strong&gt;It doesn't matter if you don't take part in somebody's happiness but you should always be there for those who are sad or emotionally low&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/8639766157323517941-362202705635267655?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/362202705635267655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=362202705635267655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/362202705635267655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/362202705635267655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness-and-sadness.html' title='Happiness and Sadness'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEkYiF7mtNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fQIzL8C4xpQ/s72-c/NICE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-3467569458433971903</id><published>2008-06-05T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:49:25.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sports Legends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Legends are born with three main aspects- "Intensity, Integrity and Intelligence."&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the greats who have made a name for themselves in their respective sports.&lt;br /&gt;These stars are legends in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tiger Woods (GOLFER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pete Sampras (FORMER TENNIS CHAMPION)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lance Armstrong (WORLD'S BEST CYCLIST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michael Schumacher (FORMER F1 CHAMPION)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David Beckham (FORMER ENGLAND FOOTBALL CAPTAIN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bret Hart (FORMER WRESTLER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michael Jordan (FORMER NBA STAR) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Excluding Cricket players.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-3467569458433971903?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/3467569458433971903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=3467569458433971903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/3467569458433971903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/3467569458433971903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/sports-legends.html' title='Sports Legends'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-436969739850372981</id><published>2008-06-04T19:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:14:24.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEawRnk5erI/AAAAAAAAADg/41ZkJ2T1bBg/s1600-h/100_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208043835828566706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEawRnk5erI/AAAAAAAAADg/41ZkJ2T1bBg/s200/100_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CRICKET. Game i dearly love. I've been playing cricket since childhood. Dreamt of becoming a cricketer, but sadly that dream is just a dream now. This is the only sport which has more than two formats. Test cricket the oldest and the best. One day cricket i.e. 50 overs a side. And finally the new format-Twenty 20. Which people like in today's world. I still prefer test cricket, both watching and playing. I had several opportunities during my cricketing days. I have played in India, Pakistan and in England too. It was a great experience for me. Playing under different conditions and with different people. One of my memorable moment was when i took a wicket of an international player A.J.Burger (Namibia) when i was playing in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have played at several levels. Captained my school team (Mayo). Played district, state, club cricket, village cricket in England and attended few national camps too. I have been coached by many good coaches- Madan Lal (former Indian cricketer), my school coach. Sachin Tendulkar has always been my idol and some people said i looked like him when i used to bat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was an all-rounder. Though i started my career as a medium pace bowler. Then switched to spin. Then i started opening the batting along with spin bowling. And fielding has always been my plus point. I was more of a defensive stable batsman rather than an aggressive opener. As a bowler i have had a lot of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was fortunate to visit the home of cricket- Lord's ground in London. As its a dream of every cricketer to see that beautiful stadium. I cannot imagine my life without cricket and i thank my parents for supporting me.&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="left"&gt;There are few players i admire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Batters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sachin Tendulkar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brain Lara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Steve Waugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michael Vaughan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gary Kirsten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowlers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wasim Akram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darren Gough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shane Warne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Courtney Walsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allan Donald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All rounders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chris Cairns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sanath Jayasuriya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shaun Pollock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew Flintoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nathan Astle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fielders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jonty Rhodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Herschelle Gibbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lou Vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yuvraj Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew Symonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wicket keepers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adam Gilchrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moin Khan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nayan Mongia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mark Boucher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brendon McCullum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some of my good performance were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Batting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;67 vs DPS Mathura Road in Rajkot ipsc 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;51 vs MNSS Rai in Rajkot ipsc 2004 (match winning single handed knock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;58* vs Mayoor school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;52 vs Rajasthan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;65 vs Eastbourne college in a club match in England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;47 (23 balls) for Henfield club in a 20 over match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;64 (61 balls) in Amity international school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;149* in a day game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;57 vs sussex martlets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41 vs Ardingly in England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These were some of my top innings along with many other fifty plus knocks. And among those scores, 58 was made 5 times. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6/56 vs Ellesmere college in England (bowled 19.4 overs on the trot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5/11 vs Rajasthan (including a hat-trick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4/5 vs Bollywood in Mayo (4-2-5-4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4/17 vs Eastbourne college in England&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These were some of my top bowling efforts among many other. I had 4 hat-tricks in my career and seven 5 wkts hauls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for my fielding. I took many catches, few of them to remember too and many run outs as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A cricketers career is incomplete without a blow or two on this body. Well i had a few in my career too and the one i can recall as the most painful blow- Ajmer vs Jodhpur. While batting, i got one in my rib cage and it was very painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-436969739850372981?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/436969739850372981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=436969739850372981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/436969739850372981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/436969739850372981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/cricket.html' title='Cricket'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEawRnk5erI/AAAAAAAAADg/41ZkJ2T1bBg/s72-c/100_0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-5179004851911659674</id><published>2008-06-03T04:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:59:42.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAYO College, Ajmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEca6Xk5ewI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6K5kiS5Ohu4/s1600-h/n173600408_30097608_904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208161084140780290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEca6Xk5ewI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6K5kiS5Ohu4/s200/n173600408_30097608_904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mayo- heaven, dreamland, my school. More than 130 years old institute. Royal history behind it. My days in that 400+ acre campus- Those were the best days of my life. Memories of my stay there will always remain with me. I smile, i cry when i think of my school. I miss those beautiful days and priceless moments. I know that time can never return but i am lucky i was a part of that great school which is well known for its Royalty and beauty. 'Proud to be a Mayoite', thats all i can say. Mayo college 'Eton of the east' will live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can still remember the feeling that grew inside me everytime i entered the main gate, with the view of the main building right before as we entered. I cannot forget my room. It was colourful, clean and pics on the wall and in my cupboard everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mayo gave me more than i deserved. Wonderful teachers, everlasting memories, true friends, i was made captain of my school cricket team and college monitor, taught me how to live life, take responsibilities and respect for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of Mayo i got to visit many places in india. Our successfull visit to pakistan and my exchange program to England and a week in Scotland with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made a lot of friends there. Batchmates, seniors and juniors. I got great respect and love from all. My chapter of mayo is incomplete without my house master Mr. Pant who believed in me and supported me throughout my mayo days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I joined mayo in 9th grade and i was there till my 12th boards. Four great years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last few months were amazing. Exam time all of us studied together, midnight parties, playing cricket in the corridor, sneeking out of the campus such moments i wish i could relive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During those days there were few things i did that i never dreamt of doing such as... sleeping on a railway platform waiting for our 4 a.m. train. That same train being a third class non a/c wooden chair train. Hopping from one platform to another while crossing railway tracks. Walking on the streets late at night. Three hour walk in the middle of the night from Edinburgh to Musselburgh in Scotland with my friends. Eating dinner in famous food street in lahore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank my parents and mayo for giving me such opporunities and for teaching me how to become a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GO MAYO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8639766157323517941-5179004851911659674?l=saharsha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/feeds/5179004851911659674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8639766157323517941&amp;postID=5179004851911659674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5179004851911659674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639766157323517941/posts/default/5179004851911659674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharsha.blogspot.com/2008/06/mayo-college-ajmer.html' title='MAYO College, Ajmer'/><author><name>Saharsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05814322746024032192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEpI0SR7PzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/suFy9NhZ2kI/S220/C+Room.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEca6Xk5ewI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6K5kiS5Ohu4/s72-c/n173600408_30097608_904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639766157323517941.post-9086166167622618106</id><published>2008-06-03T03:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:53:13.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEcd2Xk5ezI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Cq-7frHqDs/s1600-h/SCAN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208164313956186930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PI3EwSXXfzU/SEcd2Xk5ezI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Cq-7frHqDs/s200/SCAN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;सहर्ष Saharsha, people know me by this name. It means loads of happiness. Well... i am like that, and i live life in a positive way. I am a soft spoken and a clean hearted person. I never see anybody in a negative way nor do i talk bad about anyone. I speak less as everyone knows but when i want to speak, i express my feelings and thoughts to the full. Tension and anger are two words that do not go with me. But there are days when i am not up to the mark, I feel low and what i do is, take out my old photo albums, see them and I try to recollect old memories. With tears in my eyes and laughter inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to make everyone happy and i never think of hurting anyone. Be it anyone. I hate people using foul and abusive language.&lt;br /&gt;I love animals. I have two dogs (Simba and Mogli). But my dream is to keep a tiger and a python(Albino Burmese Python). Most people don't like snakes including my mum. Love wildlife, adventure, sports- mainly cricket and golf but i play all games. I Enjoy driving cars, traveling, seeing different and new places be it New Zealand or Andaman. I have a keen interest in space and its science as to what it really is. Few other interests involve listening to music, watching movies, eating, ghosts and spirits, magic and of course girls, I'm straight. :) I try to be what I am actually, never want to pretend. I don't try to be too cool or hot or any other way, i just try to be simple and show my real self.&lt;br /&gt;In all these years i have learnt &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alot &lt;/span&gt;from my parents, friends and life. I am lucky to have such great parents whom i respect more than god. I might not believe in god at times but I'll always believe my parents at every step of my life. My sweet little sister who is actually three years elder to me, loves me so much that i cannot think of living my life without her. She has been a great support for me. And i cannot forget my two Babies.. Simba and Mogli. I love them from the bottom of my heart. I feel scared when i think that they wont be there one day. My family of different bloods are spiritually bonded together and i love each and everyone, although i might not show it at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't like to talk about myself much so I'll stop here. 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