<?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-5482038855751600488</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:54:45.846+05:30</updated><category term='JST A YEAR......'/><category term='NEVER EXPECT...'/><title type='text'>We're creatively crazzzyyy to d core...</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where a bunch of highly imaginative souls exhibit their impeccable thoughts&amp; actions........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-7560922974393742703</id><published>2008-02-23T20:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:56:50.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Now or Never!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW or NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna do sumthing&lt;br /&gt;Do it NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Today the skies are clear&lt;br /&gt;2moro dark clouds may appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna say sumthing&lt;br /&gt;Say it NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Today u've got a golden opportunity&lt;br /&gt;2moro u may not get that priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna make some deals&lt;br /&gt;Make them NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Today on u every1 has faith&lt;br /&gt;for 2moro it might be 2 late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna meet some1&lt;br /&gt;Meet the person NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Today the person is here&lt;br /&gt;2moro (he/she) might not be neart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u do it now, the work will be done&lt;br /&gt;coz u might not know 2moro may never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guyz lets take a VOW!!&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what happens, well make the&lt;br /&gt;most of it NOW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ashu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-7560922974393742703?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/7560922974393742703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=7560922974393742703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/7560922974393742703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/7560922974393742703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-or-never-if-u-wanna-do-sumthing-do.html' title='Now or Never!!!'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-3215962392090472059</id><published>2008-02-19T21:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:57:29.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a  first post from my side.&lt;br /&gt;The words put below are some words written by divyakshi when we discussed about writing an anthem on ur class in 2nd semester.I told her of composing a song on dis anthem.I did it and am uploading it after a semester now.&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautifully written poem on our experience in the 1st and 2nd semester.&lt;br /&gt;Well i enjoyed composing this amateur recording.mind my vocals plzz.its recorded in my lil mp3 player whyl i cud find a silent moment when my mom was busy wid her daily soaps.&lt;br /&gt;hope u ll like it.&lt;br /&gt;wud like to thnk divyakshi 4 showing me such wonderful moments.&lt;br /&gt;wud neva b able to fget dose days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;the poem has been edited a lil bit here n dere by me to make it sound like a song!&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics are been put up so dat ppl understand wad m singing..coz dey think i hv put a lot of fake accent.lol&lt;br /&gt;cheers\m/&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/93170162/Chinmay_-_BMS_Freaks.WAV.html&lt;br /&gt;download d track from d above link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;BMS FREAKSSSSS.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether its fun at Eloquence,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether its frolic at Visions,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether its battling CAB or QMB,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether it’s a Group Brainstorming,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether it’s a single Assignment,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Single in our terms is an involvement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BMS Freaks, Freak every occasion,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its party time every day of the season. (x2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BMS FREAKS……………………….. (x3)[chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;White day, Flower day, Denim day n what not,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PJs galore, Pranks n masti all that we hv got,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From forgetting calcis to LLBs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All those rare library visits,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mugging presentations and the later greets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together in Crisis of realities,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deadly projects, Exams or what it is!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When 100% attendance is low right here we scream!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BMS Freaks, Freaks&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;every occasion,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its party time every day of the season.(x2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BMS FREAKs…………………… (x3) [chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything apart it’s the oneness that matters most,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are mad bunch that we proudly boast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coz this is the best batch SIES has ever seen!!!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;BMS Freaks, Freaks&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;every occasion,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its party time every day of the season.(x2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b style=""&gt;BMS FREAKs…………………… (x3) [chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/93170162/Chinmay_-_BMS_Freaks.WAV.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-3215962392090472059?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/3215962392090472059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=3215962392090472059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3215962392090472059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3215962392090472059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-first-post-from-my-side_19.html' title=''/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-3866337333429710974</id><published>2008-02-15T22:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:27:23.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True words,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True words..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can never apart,&lt;br /&gt;When the love is from the start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can never break,&lt;br /&gt;Never ever it can remake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are splendid,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a jerk mean it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can never die,&lt;br /&gt;God kill me if I lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will never end,&lt;br /&gt;Plz don’t break it, try and mend it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is there,&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is always there,&lt;br /&gt;Find it and take care.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True karan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-3866337333429710974?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/3866337333429710974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=3866337333429710974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3866337333429710974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3866337333429710974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-words.html' title='True words,,,'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-8409813906363202360</id><published>2008-02-14T20:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:05:49.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reminds us of those College days.... years of non-stop masti... day afterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. On being Late "Kab chalu hua?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Attendance ho gaya kya??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kal raat der tak orkut par tha yaar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mein kya karu, sab bathroom me koi ghusa hua tha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Aab nind nahi khuli to mein kya karu......... bolna ....... kal kya padaya tha sir ne" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kal se pakka class time pe karunga"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ek page de na.......... abe pen bhi to de nahi to kisse likhunga......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kal proxy mara tha kya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" koi subah kaise aa sakta hai........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "wobhi iski class ke liye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. During the lecture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yesss!!!! Sir.......The answer is ........huuuummmmm.......aaaaaaaa............"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "No sir.....I know the answer ......sir...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Saala apne aapko Newton samajta hai" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Abe lecture ko chod..... woh kya lag rahi hai aaj........"!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Uski tshirt pe kya likha hai (tu tera dekh)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Uske bagal mein nahi baith sakta tha.......gadha........." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"mera assignment tere paas hai??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kya bore ho raha hai. Bola tha cigarette pene chalte hain .."&lt;br /&gt;"Heads, we go canteen , Tails, we go 4 coffee now!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Boss class khatam hote hi kadak coffee chahiye......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 3. Lab &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Expt. No. 2 likha??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Idhar Karna kya hai??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Yeh bhai.....mereko aata to tere pass kyon aata........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Areee tu to bura maan gaya.........data dikha na........." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Internal Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Internal test???? ......Aree yaar...... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kya...... abe unit test mein itna topic hai to annual mein kya hoga...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Boss..... hogaya......aur nahi ho sakta........jaan nahi de sakta........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Oh !!! Itna syllabus cover ho gaya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Aaj kounsa test hai?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oye Sucheta kaha hai......uska roll number mere baad hai.......wo nahi aayi to mein pakka fail...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After test...... "yaar pada tha......recall nahi kar paya.......chhod na ....... Canteenchalega..."SAHI !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. For attendance (less attendance isliye attendance badane ke liye bahane) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I was in the class, ateendence bolna bhool gaya" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oye usko thoda khush kar list se tera naam hata dega........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Bola tha proxy regularly maar......... Saale tera class me rehne ka kya faida hua....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Late submission of assignments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Maine us ko bola thaa ki copy karke mera assgnment bhi saath mein submit kar dena" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Last date extend hua thaa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "I didn't know the last date"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Ab mein kya karu wo mereko bole bina hi submit kar diya......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "They should allow XEROX........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 7 . After exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeh bhi syllabus mein thaa kya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Achha !!! ye aise hota hai kya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Ye subject ka reference book kounsa hai" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"1st mein 3 marks.....2nd mein 0.......3rd mein 2......... Gaya..........fail pakka......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yaar notice lagte hi faad dena........wo kya soochegi mera marks dekh kar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 8 . VIVA (b4 exam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Submission ab tak hua nahi hai , VIVA kya ghanta doonga" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Aeee......Karan.....terese kya poocha......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "External ke ghar mein bacche nahi hai kya......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dekh Boss!! external bhi aadmi hai. Usko pata hai students ka ab tak preparation nahi hua hai" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 . VIVA (General) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dekh , tu jo bhi padhega , woh (external) tereko woh nahi poochhnewaala, then watz the point" "Roll no. 8 ka watt laga diya hai"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"External is asking ctlr key ka ascii code kya hai ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ye kounse unit mein aata hai ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 . Submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Ye bhi chhapna hai kya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Iska bhi print-out lena hai kya?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Jai ho computer baba ki......jai ho Ctrl C - Ctrl V ki......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Tujhe Sir ka sign aata hai kya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 .B4 Submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ye tune kya likha hai????"(The best one)"Jo word samajh mein aa raha hai woh likh, jo nahi samajh mein aa raha hai uska drawing nikal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Phir bhi, kuch to idea hoga??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Maine anand ka likha hai, mera assignment check ho gaya, tu bhi wohi kar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Koi hint........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Are baba ghaseet de........na tu samjega na wo........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Exam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Jo (mujhe) aata hai, woh (paper mein)aata nahi hai; jo nahi aata hai woh NAHI aata hai" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D ...VERY VERY TRUE !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ye question 2 saal se nahi poochha hai....to ab kya poochenge" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ye last time hi poochha thaa......is baar nahi aana chahiye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"tere paas is ke notes hai??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"woh chapter... mark weightage 6 marks... (facial ex-pressions speaks the story)" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"nahi samjha to rat le" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;â€" PERFECT ONE"External ka aane ka pura scene hai....... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Iss paper mein roll number ka kya order hai........" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pichle paper mein to kuch to aata tha.......issmein to kuch bhi aata hai??....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Ek aur din ka gap de dete to kya 3rd World War ho jata tha kya........"I AGREE !! !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vicky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-8409813906363202360?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/8409813906363202360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=8409813906363202360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/8409813906363202360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/8409813906363202360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminds-us-of-those-college-days-years.html' title='Reminds us of those College days.... years of non-stop masti... day afterday...'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-6500737340499550935</id><published>2008-02-11T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:39:26.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEVER EXPECT...'/><title type='text'>ENTER THE VAST UNKNOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever happens happens for the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never ever have expectations from anyone no matter how closely the person may be related to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In life we come across many incidents and situations which might and will hurt u to the core.We have various questions in our mind at that point of time- &lt;strong&gt;WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN WITH ME,WHY SHOULD ONLY I BE ALWAYS HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IT,WHY,WHY,WHY&lt;/strong&gt;.But then the fact remains(whatever happens happens for the best).Its but obvious to get angry at that point of time.But its very important to analyse the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First we feel terribly sad on what has happened,then we tend to look at it as to why did it happen.Then we look at the other persons point of view.Still we feel &lt;strong&gt;WHY ME&lt;/strong&gt;.But then towards the end we feel bad because we "EXPECTED" it to happen our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GIVE A THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if u had not expected anything from a person,life or situation.What if... always on our mind.After all when we expect and it doesnot happen its u who suffers not the person.Your heart is broken,life for u becomes sad while the other person has lost nothing or might not even be aware of the situation.So why expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let things happen on their own.Let life move the way it wants to.Dont forceably bring changes.The beautiful fact of life is the minute u stop expecting from a situation,life or relationship things start happening for the best.Unexpected special,nice and positive things happen which u would have never even dreamed of.Your life will be filled will suprises because when u stop expecting "&lt;strong&gt;it happens&lt;/strong&gt;".Hard fact of life but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So let life take u in its own motion.Be happy with whatever comes in.Enjoy every moment of life and enter the vast unknown world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Towards the end remember- &lt;strong&gt;When u really want something from the heart,the entire world conspires to give it to "U".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- ALISHA&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(little help taken from mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-6500737340499550935?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/6500737340499550935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=6500737340499550935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6500737340499550935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6500737340499550935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/enter-vast-unknown.html' title='ENTER THE VAST UNKNOWN'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-4203627849572007957</id><published>2008-02-10T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:17.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THINKING OF YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68kKVXcO2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MXx2AHdjUSc/s1600-h/tf-thinking-of-you-bouquets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165387057570003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68kKVXcO2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MXx2AHdjUSc/s320/tf-thinking-of-you-bouquets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting alone and thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking my thoughts about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of how things would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were right here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of being with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of being by your side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of walking with you of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we won't hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine, makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers, makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classrooms, makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity, makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation, makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College ID , makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink colour, makes me think of you...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then I'm here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you till end..................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5482038855751600488-4203627849572007957?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/4203627849572007957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=4203627849572007957' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/4203627849572007957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/4203627849572007957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='THINKING OF YOU!!!'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68kKVXcO2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MXx2AHdjUSc/s72-c/tf-thinking-of-you-bouquets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-5895512983323580117</id><published>2008-02-10T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:18.064+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Ray of Light....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68WqFXcO0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/mvegm_6q5dQ/s1600-h/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372209868061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68WqFXcO0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/mvegm_6q5dQ/s400/final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in a darkened room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was all black and white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No colour and nothing bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day you came into my sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't know how to explain that site,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt amazed and i felt life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was you- A Ray Of Light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The twinkle in your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from a pair of glass, was shining bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I donno about you but I felt nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That Ray changed my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was back to brightness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and full of life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were so far but yet so close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know how to describe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ray so powerful and bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That i almost lost my sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only image running through my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is your's and nothing else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if it were reel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love You and your Ray of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Hitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-5895512983323580117?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/5895512983323580117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=5895512983323580117' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5895512983323580117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5895512983323580117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/ray-of-light.html' title='A Ray of Light....'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R68WqFXcO0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/mvegm_6q5dQ/s72-c/final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-1066253350646120971</id><published>2008-02-10T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:25.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life After Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R622GFXcOvI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwGCNdfWz_M/s1600-h/angel_of_death-2large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R622GFXcOvI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwGCNdfWz_M/s400/angel_of_death-2large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164984563299793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laying in the Graveyard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look at Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am dead, I am alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead is my soul and,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My body has life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no peace here too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coz you and your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are on my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace is what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the world  tells me.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness is the permanent scar of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But happiness may  grip you  nice and tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrying the weight of this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead soul is too much for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God! Take me I wanna be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh! Angel of Death ....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I call you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coz I  know.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never get,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love of ma life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wat i plead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Plz call me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-1066253350646120971?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/1066253350646120971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=1066253350646120971' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/1066253350646120971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/1066253350646120971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-after-death.html' title='Life After Death...'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R622GFXcOvI/AAAAAAAAADo/vwGCNdfWz_M/s72-c/angel_of_death-2large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-4090253191768727141</id><published>2008-02-10T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:26.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>************College Days*************</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R635oVXcOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wn7ER6bNpyo/s1600-h/Shasha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058818989374242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R635oVXcOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wn7ER6bNpyo/s320/Shasha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Some good memories r always remembered the best r the college days spend together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coming to the college in the rainy days drinking coffee eating &lt;a href="mailto:pakoda@friends"&gt;pakoda at friends&lt;/a&gt; place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time spend together in the canteen eating misal,vada-pav&amp;amp;discussing all other things,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lectures on the 4th floor was the worse scene it felt like we r climbing to himalaya's peak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those pjs &amp;amp; fun in the class this we can never forget was the best part,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eating idli &amp;amp; vada after the 7.30 lecture was the greatest motivation to attend the lecture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life's always go quick &amp;amp; fast but college days r the best days which u can think of &amp;amp; keep close to ur heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;going to IV was the best part in my life i can never forget that &amp;amp; i want to thanks all the S.YS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these college days will never come again so spend quality time with each other as much as u can,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what happen we will never seprate &amp;amp; this is the promise which everyone will have to make,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is very short believe it &amp;amp; the best r the college days spend together &amp;amp; i can bet on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shashankkkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-4090253191768727141?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/4090253191768727141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=4090253191768727141' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/4090253191768727141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/4090253191768727141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/college-days.html' title='************College Days*************'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R635oVXcOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wn7ER6bNpyo/s72-c/Shasha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-6095796607515105745</id><published>2008-02-09T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:27:21.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS LIFE?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Life is a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be a Lata Mangeshkar &amp;amp; sing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a cricket match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Kapil Dev &amp;amp; win it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a stage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Amir Khan &amp;amp; play d part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Kalidas &amp;amp; write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a struggle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Mahatma Gandhi &amp;amp; fight it peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is comedy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be a charlie Chaplin &amp;amp; fill others wid color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is an experiment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Einstien &amp;amp; come out wid success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fight every moment &amp;amp; emerge as a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be P.T. Usha &amp;amp; win it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a painting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fill it with numourous emotions &amp;amp; color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a Tabla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Zakir Hussain &amp;amp; play it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Madhuri Dixit &amp;amp; win everyone's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Never give up untill d end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a poem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be Shakespeare &amp;amp; pen it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a kite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just judge d direction of wind &amp;amp; fly it high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be A.R.Rahaman &amp;amp; compose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is  time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;One's gone never comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is an Ice Cream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Njoy it before it melts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;                            --- Shalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-6095796607515105745?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/6095796607515105745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=6095796607515105745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6095796607515105745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6095796607515105745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-life.html' title='WHAT IS LIFE?????'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-2360989481994625705</id><published>2008-02-09T22:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:26.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Believe You can,You will !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R63cclXcOwI/AAAAAAAAADw/Iv-IwbALe8E/s1600-h/man_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R63cclXcOwI/AAAAAAAAADw/Iv-IwbALe8E/s400/man_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026731288705794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wake up buddy, get going &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pick up the ball and run you got to keep showing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its your beautiful world, your possible dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make your self "Scarce" don’t be a part of the same old stream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough of being shy, enough of being alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have the "So what" attitude you'll prove you can never be cloned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;'You' know you have dared to dream, quite evident its nothing impossible..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just be determined and focused it'll turn out to be greatly appreciable..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well its the golden rule that Change is tough and hard to accept,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t forget you are "Unique" you will fight back your way cuz u hold values that surely reflect...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just think over it for a while, the Concept bears a reason for you to smile...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life will certainly be more colourful, promising and worth while living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He he ! Just peep into your lazy past, there are thousand many like you striving....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Sushlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-2360989481994625705?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/2360989481994625705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=2360989481994625705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/2360989481994625705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/2360989481994625705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/believe-you-canyou-will.html' title='Believe You can,You will !'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R63cclXcOwI/AAAAAAAAADw/Iv-IwbALe8E/s72-c/man_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-8833837618306547910</id><published>2008-02-09T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:00:52.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A true friend....</title><content type='html'>Before reading this poem just ask urself what do you understand by the term "A True Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accha chalo....forget everything and read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is:-&lt;br /&gt;The one that provides shelter even if his own is coming down,&lt;br /&gt;The one who makes sure that even in testing times you dont frown.&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, acts like a ray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;In whose company- all problems you tend to cope!&lt;br /&gt;A multiplier of happiness, a divider of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be there with you even in a rough tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Who walks in when others walk out,&lt;br /&gt;Whose presence you can proudly brag about.&lt;br /&gt;Caring, sharing, occasionally flaring&lt;br /&gt;Your foul mood, creepy fantasies, never-ending demands-all patiently bearing.&lt;br /&gt;Goes an extra mile, if you need help,&lt;br /&gt;Will listen patiently-whether you murmur, shout or yelp!!&lt;br /&gt;A reminder in life of what's important,&lt;br /&gt;Even after years of living apart will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Such friends are rare and difficult to see,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving my friends a friend like ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many poems on friends and friendship have been written so far and so this one was a humble contribution from my side.... Hope you all liked it!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     -Zainab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-8833837618306547910?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/8833837618306547910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=8833837618306547910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/8833837618306547910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/8833837618306547910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-friend.html' title='A true friend....'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-3281183205948335806</id><published>2008-02-09T19:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:21:58.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You think its right; you think its wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell cares, I m writing this song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting back in this boring lecture,&lt;br /&gt;Can hear him talk like a filthy creature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s bald, he’s old&lt;br /&gt;But I know he’s got knowledge of gold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes at the crack of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;And walks in class as he walks in his lawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing shirt and trousers of arrow,&lt;br /&gt;His nose is like pig, and voice of sparrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught us in 2nd, 3rd, and now 4th semester,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no more please , it’s already a cluster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour left, to get over with this class,&lt;br /&gt;But I already feel high on weed and grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I m finishing this song in hurry,&lt;br /&gt;Cz I m hungry and I can smell some good curry! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sir, good bye for long,&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell cares I m writing this song!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-karan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-3281183205948335806?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/3281183205948335806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=3281183205948335806' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3281183205948335806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3281183205948335806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-think-its-right-you-think-its-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-5917399074949337989</id><published>2008-02-09T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:26.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JST A YEAR......'/><title type='text'>JST A YEAR......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6656lXcOzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/48HgJ6TFJTY/s1600-h/ATgAAAAhZxzyYtH3P8OtXlZY1O92WsxI-YLqQXygWvT5mi6JUG_M2ufzM7NP33kZDYtOZHdfEjwJ2Vsr7SyNHDQ2_kfmAJtU9VAmnxUnRGvukA83Y6b6z4k98hg0mA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6656lXcOzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/48HgJ6TFJTY/s400/ATgAAAAhZxzyYtH3P8OtXlZY1O92WsxI-YLqQXygWvT5mi6JUG_M2ufzM7NP33kZDYtOZHdfEjwJ2Vsr7SyNHDQ2_kfmAJtU9VAmnxUnRGvukA83Y6b6z4k98hg0mA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165270238754519858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                     (anand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JST A YEAR&lt;/span&gt;..,&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll part away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want this time to shear,&lt;br /&gt;Jst want to be in moments happy and gay.&lt;br /&gt;Those Chats over Chai,&lt;br /&gt;Those Pranks and P.J's&lt;br /&gt;That Flirting ,those Fights.&lt;br /&gt;And then the Friendly Advice.&lt;br /&gt;That Loafing   after Lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Those Drought dabbas in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Those Giggles and Glees.&lt;br /&gt;And Project meetings in "PEACE"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friends theres much more than all this..&lt;br /&gt;And this is surely not the time to miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hand we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JST A YEAR&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So don't u jst stick around yours friends near and  dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms and curdle  around your  class..&lt;br /&gt;As this time is not gonna forever las'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the time jst to Treasure..&lt;br /&gt;Rather to be together and have the Pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seconds this time will Flip..&lt;br /&gt;And soon you'll see a year leap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buck up friends  before its too late..&lt;br /&gt;N'joy this very moment cos times not gonna wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  is the time to  make  memories  with  all your pear&lt;br /&gt;As friends in hand we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JST A YEAR&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;-NEHA...HA...HA...HA {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;GIGGLES&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{hope we all be together as the above pic shows....thanx ANAND}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-5917399074949337989?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/5917399074949337989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=5917399074949337989' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5917399074949337989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5917399074949337989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/jst-year.html' title='JST A YEAR......'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6656lXcOzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/48HgJ6TFJTY/s72-c/ATgAAAAhZxzyYtH3P8OtXlZY1O92WsxI-YLqQXygWvT5mi6JUG_M2ufzM7NP33kZDYtOZHdfEjwJ2Vsr7SyNHDQ2_kfmAJtU9VAmnxUnRGvukA83Y6b6z4k98hg0mA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-720196558797195315</id><published>2008-02-09T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:01:47.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To BE is to DO</title><content type='html'>It was winter 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold winds were blowing in the city. She woke up somewhat hesitatingly. Morning practicals were a serious pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;She walked towards the bus stop. Somewhere far away a bonfire was being lit, she could smell the smoke. It was eerie and cold… outside as well as deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing had been going right in her life. One day she would break glass in the lab, the other day the professor would throw her out of the class for staring out of the window, or she would face a sound music for lack of attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no friends, no enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch breaks would be spent alone. She had LOST CONTROL of everything, most importantly her life.&lt;br /&gt;She was like a puppet in someone’s hand, doing what others wanted her to do.&lt;br /&gt;She had stopped living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the girl who had dreams of being a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;This was the girl who had spent every living moment of the past two years mugging up biology and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;This was the girl who had given up on life so that after two years she would get a life when she gets into medical college.&lt;br /&gt;Now she was a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she decided to STOP. THINK. REFLECT INWARDS. AND… TAKE CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to have guts to stand up and REBEL against the STEREOTYPICAL SOCIETY.&lt;br /&gt;And she did.&lt;br /&gt;She broke the shackles. She broke free.&lt;br /&gt;She gave meaning to her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is winter 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Cold winds are blowing in the city.&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up somewhat hesitatingly. Morning lectures are a serious pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck…? She enjoys her new life TO THE CORE.&lt;br /&gt;She walks towards the platform. Somewhere a bonfire is being lit, she can smell the smoke. It is eerie and cold outside… but warm and sunny inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has many friends, thankfully no enemies.&lt;br /&gt;But still she is her own best friend and worst critic.&lt;br /&gt;Today everything is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl now mugs up economics and marketing theories.&lt;br /&gt;She will someday become a globe trotting business woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is me.&lt;br /&gt;This is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rucha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-720196558797195315?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/720196558797195315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=720196558797195315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/720196558797195315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/720196558797195315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-be-is-to-do.html' title='To BE is to DO'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-882689267759466046</id><published>2008-02-09T09:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:26.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>even TIME wants us on their cover page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R60muvlB8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/dFU_5TbhhZ4/s1600-h/_TIME_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164826932151448226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R60muvlB8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/dFU_5TbhhZ4/s400/_TIME_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5482038855751600488-882689267759466046?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/882689267759466046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=882689267759466046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/882689267759466046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/882689267759466046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-cover-page-of-time.html' title='even TIME wants us on their cover page'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R60muvlB8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/dFU_5TbhhZ4/s72-c/_TIME_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-5217404880631917653</id><published>2008-02-09T09:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:27.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6xnLPlB8jI/AAAAAAAAACg/IKZun0yG22U/s1600-h/everybody-needs-a-friend-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164616315545186866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6xnLPlB8jI/AAAAAAAAACg/IKZun0yG22U/s400/everybody-needs-a-friend-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special someone that God has defined,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love u, to hate u, to be with u the whole life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who understands u, more than urself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who protects u from all evils and threats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person with whom u made pranks on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person with whom life always looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always gives u suggestions on how to approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, the fact of the matter is that he only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never had a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always wants to see u smiling and thats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why he gives these suggestions to keep ur life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright and shinning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens he stands by ur side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a special someone that the god has defined,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not in ur blood relation, he not ur relative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is a "Friend" a special bond which the God has made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shashank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-5217404880631917653?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/5217404880631917653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=5217404880631917653' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5217404880631917653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5217404880631917653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/friend.html' title='&quot;Friend&quot;'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164669886672269954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6yX5flB8oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4hkc2nRCZx8/s400/yel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All your life you are told the things you cannot do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All your life they will say you're not good enough or strong enough or talented enough; they will say you're the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY WILL TELL YOU NO, a thousand times no, until all the no's become meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All your life they will tell you no, quite firmly and very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND YOU WILL TELL THEM YES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is called confidence which u'll proove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Akshay Gokalgandhi[cool persons own cool work ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5482038855751600488-735439582767949366?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/735439582767949366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=735439582767949366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/735439582767949366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/735439582767949366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/confidence-as-it-should-be.html' title='CONFIDENCE AS IT SHOULD BE..'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6yZ2PlB8pI/AAAAAAAAADY/dfUb-FutliM/s72-c/yel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-7621202007878795129</id><published>2008-02-08T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:02:14.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some classic poems</title><content type='html'>It seems everyone has caught the peotry fever well then here are some more&lt;br /&gt;mind you these are classics, by some great poets, one of them being my fav Robert frost.&lt;br /&gt;if you can write poems then you can decipher the meaning hidden within these classic peoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, Idle Tears&lt;br /&gt;by Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,And thinking of the days that are no more.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,&lt;br /&gt;That brings our friends up from the underworld,Sad as the last which reddens over one&lt;br /&gt;That sinks with all we love below the verge;So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns&lt;br /&gt;The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds&lt;br /&gt;To dying ears, when unto dying eyes&lt;br /&gt;The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.&lt;br /&gt;Dear as remembered kisses after death,&lt;br /&gt;And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned&lt;br /&gt;On lips that are for others; deep as love,&lt;br /&gt;Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;&lt;br /&gt;O Death in Life, the days that are no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wordsworth&lt;br /&gt;Poem lyrics of Daffodils by William Wordsworth.&lt;br /&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt; And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not but be gay,&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch&lt;br /&gt;I lie In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="road"&gt;The Road not Taken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="frost2"&gt;Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-7621202007878795129?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/7621202007878795129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=7621202007878795129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/7621202007878795129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/7621202007878795129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-classic-poems.html' title='Some classic poems'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-3469012029696875364</id><published>2008-02-08T00:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:27.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Natural Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tWnvlB8YI/AAAAAAAAABI/4dGRVALqWn8/s1600-h/ATgAAADZ7sLx-MhIjXz7NKwrSrwWM8JWpCCRtwfnITHan3d6Gn-VJ2EejfDqJvRz_CpyiAs-oOrdxkvmZz8ACbd8vlM1AJtU9VBfcm8ph_Py5TdSr2rH_oVQamY1dA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tWnvlB8YI/AAAAAAAAABI/4dGRVALqWn8/s400/ATgAAADZ7sLx-MhIjXz7NKwrSrwWM8JWpCCRtwfnITHan3d6Gn-VJ2EejfDqJvRz_CpyiAs-oOrdxkvmZz8ACbd8vlM1AJtU9VBfcm8ph_Py5TdSr2rH_oVQamY1dA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164316638497075586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-3469012029696875364?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/3469012029696875364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=3469012029696875364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3469012029696875364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3469012029696875364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/natural-visit.html' title='Natural Visit'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tWnvlB8YI/AAAAAAAAABI/4dGRVALqWn8/s72-c/ATgAAADZ7sLx-MhIjXz7NKwrSrwWM8JWpCCRtwfnITHan3d6Gn-VJ2EejfDqJvRz_CpyiAs-oOrdxkvmZz8ACbd8vlM1AJtU9VBfcm8ph_Py5TdSr2rH_oVQamY1dA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-508065359947489383</id><published>2008-02-07T22:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:27.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its a big hard world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6s1IPlB8SI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/4hSId1-CJzQ/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6s1IPlB8SI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/4hSId1-CJzQ/s320/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164279813447479586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Huh! Life just aint that easy people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its full of never-ending obstacles left for you to struggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its the cut throat competition added to the exploding population,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That yells out for "Existence" our least expected ambition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its the strangling world inviting hell lot of poverty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Which is seen all over like a whole new level of gravity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I curse the ruthless aliens who infest our motherland, for the selfish returns they need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Stripping the country off its dignity leaving no scope for it to lead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sufferings are best saved for the tiny man whos getting affected at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Money is something that speaks to only those who have it under their fake status, under their fake class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If only we could make our minds to pull our country out of this awful site,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Survival of the fittest is the only hope although the country’s future seems to be real bright!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sushlee&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/5482038855751600488-508065359947489383?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/508065359947489383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=508065359947489383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/508065359947489383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/508065359947489383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/huh-life-just-aint-that-easy-people-its.html' title='Its a big hard world..'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6s1IPlB8SI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/4hSId1-CJzQ/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-6279566354198967856</id><published>2008-02-07T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:52:31.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Famished Wish</title><content type='html'>It’s not the horizon where the world ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside we all know what we want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fish that’s never seen the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird that’s only flown in a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always lived in the shadow of what others wanted u to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That unrealized dream that filled you with a rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that dreams aren’t meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality can never be worth thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one famished wish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rucha ( not an original work)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-6279566354198967856?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/6279566354198967856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=6279566354198967856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6279566354198967856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/6279566354198967856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/famished-wish.html' title='A Famished Wish'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-5161174352369068668</id><published>2008-02-07T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:51:04.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>what do you do when you feel low?... i listen to this song... it gives me strenghth to face this world hope you guys find it equally inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often dreamed, of a far off place&lt;br /&gt;Where a hero’s welcome, would be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face&lt;br /&gt;And a voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way, if I can be strong&lt;br /&gt;I know ev’ry mile, will be worth my while&lt;br /&gt;When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate&lt;br /&gt;Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand years, would be worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;It might take a lifetime, but somehow I’ll see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t look back, I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll stay on track, no, I won’t accept defeat&lt;br /&gt;It’s an uphill slope, but I won’t lose hope&lt;br /&gt;Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;For a hero’s strength is measured by his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shooting star, I will go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will search the world, I will face its’ harms&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care how far, I can go the distance&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your armsI&lt;br /&gt;will search the world, I will face it’s harms&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bolton ost : Hercules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : you can see the video of this song on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rucha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-5161174352369068668?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/5161174352369068668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=5161174352369068668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5161174352369068668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5161174352369068668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-5425098029255664487</id><published>2008-02-07T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:28.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still Love You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tRq_lB8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IJP5SofW2x4/s1600-h/Minimalistic_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164311196773511490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tRq_lB8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IJP5SofW2x4/s400/Minimalistic_BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tRKvlB8TI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TM9V1HPJmFQ/s1600-h/Minimalistic_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a year or so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just met once and no more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same old situation prevails,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl! This heart still beats with all its strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know if i am doing right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but one thing i know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ain't doing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still am nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still choke with the utter of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This peice of paper bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all ma pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know when you gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel da same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't think of any one else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz u in ma mind 24x7 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't speak face to face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still crying with da pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna forget but can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me God! I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5482038855751600488-5425098029255664487?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/5425098029255664487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=5425098029255664487' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5425098029255664487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/5425098029255664487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-love-you.html' title='Still Love You....'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tRq_lB8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IJP5SofW2x4/s72-c/Minimalistic_BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-1005961522515688258</id><published>2008-02-07T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:45:51.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How bored i am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in a class where practically nobody is interested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where intelligence, resistance and most importantly patience is tested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspite of not understanding a single concept or a thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just go on and on - forcefully nodding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are u all bored?" is what the profesor asks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right then goes on with the same boring task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere, somebody cracks a joke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Providing momentary relief, but to the prof- a poke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smirks... but as usual resumes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the same atmosphere is what the class assumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look out of the window, desperately longing to be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just 1/2 the lec's over and 1/2 i still have to bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fresh from a yawn, Divyakshi looks at me with those moist eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And without doubt, i know the feeling that lies-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why yaar, why are we all here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signs of boredom are everywhere-crystal clear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 mins more to go... the lec's still steady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey, just wait...my first poem's almost ready!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                          - Zainab Kari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This poem was written on whatever was going on in the EXIM class of 1st Feb'08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-1005961522515688258?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/1005961522515688258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=1005961522515688258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/1005961522515688258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/1005961522515688258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-bored-i-am.html' title='How bored i am...'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-2843248137609262909</id><published>2008-02-07T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:22:57.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Come Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writing these words brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life back to ma hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calling you stranger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's me, you hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its difficult,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey you dont fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gonna come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and write with someone near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pumping you up is your friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hey you gonna write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is wat i bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recall the thoughts that you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buried deep in your soul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you doing fine is wat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come back Oh! stranger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gonna do it and i bet on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-2843248137609262909?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/2843248137609262909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=2843248137609262909' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/2843248137609262909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/2843248137609262909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/stranger-come-back.html' title='Stranger Come Back...'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5482038855751600488.post-3409656824921798566</id><published>2008-02-06T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:29:28.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDZ!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>V feel so happy &amp;amp; proud 2 tell ppl dat i hve so many friends in school, college &amp;amp; boast about d number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V also keep on adding ppl or wat it is formally called as "FRIENDS" in r orkut &amp;amp; facebook list &amp;amp; show d world dat i hve so many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do v ever realize d fact dat who is worth calling as a true friend from among those bunch of ppl......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V also forget r old friends when v meet some new friends.... v start avoiding r friends when a Gf/Bf enters into r life &amp;amp; makes it so called "SPECIAL" &amp;amp; when r Gf/Bf ditches us v go back 2 r friends &amp;amp; dey widout complaining accept us as if nothing wrong had ever happened......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friendz r ppl who laugh &amp;amp; giggle wid u in ur happy moments, dey r ur partner in ur silly pranks, dey bare ur stupid &amp;amp; senseless PJ's..... dey help u in ur studies, in ur individual assignments(presumed 2 be), in ur xamz. dey encourage u, care 4 u &amp;amp; d list goes on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friends r d ppl who cry more dan u when u r in pain, Fights wid u but feels bad more dan u. Dey r there 2 help u netime. Dey never complain even when u ignore dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wat r V doin in return 4 DEM??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still not 2 late 4 us 2 realize who r d true friends who make a difference in r life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ppl before its too late express ur emotions 2 dem, confess ur mistakes &amp;amp; thank dem 4 their support.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5482038855751600488-3409656824921798566?l=beamess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/feeds/3409656824921798566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5482038855751600488&amp;postID=3409656824921798566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3409656824921798566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5482038855751600488/posts/default/3409656824921798566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beamess.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendz.html' title='FRIENDZ!!!!!!!'/><author><name>beamess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05965376572595944336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eH_zLoS9t5U/R6tViPlB8WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HvqMqk217Uc/S220/ATgAAACl5eaaG6XFMWC2gVgPaCbXXCMM7uxcn4nQ-pxxIoNnyzoFNEGv9_eLDh1sjLlwSElhwpCI7KeN8Ab0BSRXaiFOAJtU9VAMgfRM-RWgyO8j0eK-ESSZtMuK0A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
