<?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-6011706085599532715</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:22:40.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGLISH SECTION</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey friends! i welcome you to my blog.
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In hope of your regular visits..........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-2609336070958334260</id><published>2008-06-08T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:02:47.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE--- AN INEVITABLE PART OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting in my room after a day long tiring work of HPVC and of my internal publication, i happened to think about myself. Everybody say i am a changed guy. Am i?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years had past by but i still remember the day my family (especially my parents) had taken the bold and yet the most fruitful decision for me, to move me to kota for my JEE coaching. At that time i was not willing. As after years of nurishment under their supervision, to move to an unknown place with nobody around you, is really what i cant just think of. But still the decision of my DAD was final.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18 April&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember the date clearly, it was the day i had to board the train from Ambala for my destiny. The night of 17th was really haunting for me. I tried a lot but i cant put myself to sleep, may be this was the case with my MOM too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In past one year my mom's attachment with me has grown to its height. My brother had left an year ago for his engineering preparation and i was the alone one with my mom for the rest one year. It was lot more difficult for my mom to agree with my dad's decision but she did so.....for me....my future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow i was able to move to sleep around 4 in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up early that morning(8, i guess) which was something astonishing for my father(as i usually go for sleep till 11 during vaccations), may be not for my mom. I went through my morning routine and had my breakfast. It was around 10 in the morning then when the door bell rang. I guessed it to be my uncle( sheel mamu)...... and indeed it was him. My uncle was really happy that finally i am moving to kota for something he wants me to achieve . He was the one who convinced my dad for choosing kota as an option for my preparartion, and finally he had succeded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally it was 2'o clock and i had to leave along with my father for Ambala. It took around three hours by car to move to Ambala from Sangrur. My mom packed some eatables for the journey. She did all the packing so calmly as if i am going on only for 2-3 days, but i know somewhere deep in her heart she was afraid of sending me out alone and might be crying with no tears to show. I know she is not going to tell either me or my dad but i can well see from her face, her reluctance to send me out. Her face had grewn pale , as if someone had stolen her usual gestures and smile from her face. OH! GOD! Is that all what you want? I really hate those situations when i have to choose and especially the one in which i had to choose from the two i love the most. The situation here was much similar. I had my future on one side and my mom's love on other. I know that i am leaving her only for 2 years and will be right back but i dont know why it appeared me then as if now i take one step away from her, i will never be able to take a step closer to her. This gap is only going to be get wider. Knowing all this i still prefer moving to kota as if i know thats what even she expects me to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally touched her feet( as we punjabi's usually greet our elders). She might be trying to step back i guess to show her discontent but again for my sake, she blessed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all those turbulence in my mind, i sat in the car and waved back to her. She was standing at the door looking for me to return. Moving towards my destination i realised that i had forgot something, i had left something back at home....what was it????? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myself.............. Yes!!! i had left myself. And that was the day i actually changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-2609336070958334260?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/2609336070958334260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=2609336070958334260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/2609336070958334260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/2609336070958334260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-inevitable-part-of-life.html' title='CHANGE--- AN INEVITABLE PART OF LIFE'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-2752022123492882954</id><published>2008-06-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:53:43.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The complete rainbow!!!</title><content type='html'>HUM SAAT RANG HAI!! YEH JAHAN RANGEEN BANAYEGE&lt;br /&gt;Here i go writing about the seven of us... the seven mechanical guys of my batch of my house( mind it!! we call it vindhyachal house).To start with i will choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTH PATEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GUJRATI MUNDA"..... Although i know about him before coming to IIT( Thanks! to Shaonli) but what i know was just a glimpse of this genius. He is the perfect allrounder among seven of us. He is national player of T.T and is equally good in chess,scrable(had represented ourhostel). Switching on to acads.... this is one area where he leaves all of us a way back. With his exceptionally good craming power , he can crame so well that there is no scope of error. This is the only reason why he is called "MAGGODA". But let me make clear that apart from such a miraculous craming power, he has got a genius and an outstanding brain to support with. How can i forget he was the one who had solved each and every question of our online Treasure Hunt. Its really great having such a person as your batchmate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSHU ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ravan!!"..... this is wat we call him. His way of giving bumps to others on their birthdays had fetched him this name. He can hit you so hard that you feel like a volcano erupting where he hits. He plays Badminton and i guess will definitely do some miraculous stuff in that. He is good in acads too. The one whom we called "phodu" in our Thermodynamic Course. The one very thing that one can well notice about him, is his smiling face. Whatever may be the situation, this guy has always live as bravely as one cant just think of. He is so tension free even if something really bad happens to him. His this very quality demarcates him from others.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAYESH---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" DADDU" ..... oh! man... he's so lazy. This guy from INDORE lives in a single room ( his roomie left him!!hehe). Getting a single room, he has exploit it a lot, sleeping whenever you seek him.... misssing out classes( that everybody do). Acads ki toh baat hi mat karo, he still need to improve on this. . With his specs on,he always looked worried.He really needs to stay in Anshu's company. But nevertheless, he has also got his own capibilities.YES!!! he is DAMN good in FINE ARTS and that had ultimately helped him to become representative of FAC club. He is one of the amazing guy i had ever met..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAGANJEET---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Das BABU".... so called "MR.cool". I had never seen this man screaming or shouting. He is the one who had really tammed his anger.Look on for his any pic... you can only find him smiling.He is really interested, and yes! indeed the best one in Quizing Club.In his room You can always find this guy fiddling with his laptop. Always having an update and latest information of every aspect of life. He is soft spoken and helpful. Apart from quizzing, he is also a good tabla master. He is receipient of many famous scholarships and is a busy guy. All i can say he is another gem adding to glory of Vindhyachal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHULAM GHAUS---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i say now..? The one thing you will notice about him, is his chooo sweet cheeks." Yeh gaal mujhe dede gulle"... this is what i guess he might be hearing thousand times a day. He was there with me in Kota at my own coaching but we had hardly met each other. He is fond of writing guzzals and always busy in doing mysterious stuffs with his SD mates. Because of his stay on a different floor, we got less oppurtunities to interact but i can't afford skipping out him ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHISH KUMBHARE---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaar same is the case with this guy. This guy is always best in his room, so you can easily locate him. I wasn't able to interact much with this guy but yes!! one thing i can surely tell; he is still afraid of his seniors. He still( after 1 yr) doubt that they will ragg him or will make him worry by ordering useless work. He has not made himself so intimate as expected which indeed is the cause of such a fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITESH----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse! without me every story is incomplete, so how can this one end without me? I am the one who is always expected to initiate...watever it is. "T.B( TALENTED BOY)" thats what they call me.I am ok types in acads and yes a good poet. Always committed to his promises and full of hostel spirit. I love playing cricket and acting ( although they sometimes call me over actor).&lt;br /&gt;This is all about we all seven who had accidently met and now an integral part of each others life..............&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO OUR FRIENDSHIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-2752022123492882954?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/2752022123492882954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=2752022123492882954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/2752022123492882954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/2752022123492882954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/06/hum-saat-rang-hai-yeh-jahan-rangeen.html' title='The complete rainbow!!!'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-7267486523803863463</id><published>2008-05-31T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:32:34.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN BE FEDERER!! ... LAWN TENNIS WAS AMAZING</title><content type='html'>It was thursday evening, when suddenly VIPUL broke into my room and asked me for lawn tennis. At first i was reluctant but then as usual something just forced me to just give it a try, then what?, with in a span of 10 mins we have arranged the tennis rackets and a ball(we would have been much betterwith none, which we realised later on).We went inside the tennis academy.  We have got 6 courts here in iit but only two of them have got flood lights to play at night. It was getting darker as the day progresses. We had to wait  as already some guys were playing there, so were looking forward for our turn. For these 30 mins or so i watched them playing. Many of them were mere begginers i guess, which i could well make it out from there over lofted shots. Every time they hit the ball, they run along with it to get it back. Its like someone is throwing the ball and asking his tommy to get it back.Really funny!! but i wasnt aware that i am soon gonna be that tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our wait is over and i am standing proudly on a clay court holding a tennis racket. Vipul got the ball and was ready to serve. He threw the ball in air and with a jump hit it hard. The ball shoots out from his racket like a bullet but this bullet which was supposedly aim to hit into my court was passing over my head. The ball was lying about 30 mtrs from me and i was screaming " Ate hi chhake marne shuru".Nice to see the one very ball we had flying in air but soon my happiness turn off when i realise that now i have to be that "TOMMY" and get back that ball. I went back and got back the ball. Now its my time to serve on. Seeing the outcome of the overarm service tried my him , i prefer to serve under arm. Holding the ball in front of my racket and just with a little swing of the racket i hit the ball. "Wow" it landed safely in his court and that too before the service line. I feel proud on myself as if i had just defeated NADAL. enjoying the successful landing of my service i even forget that i had just begin not ended , the ball still needs to be hit back and fro to play what they call, nice vollies. Vipul hit it back but this time it was a controlled shot and it landed safely in my court and ran forward to hit it back and soon realise that i had overrun. The ball had went past me. Its really hard to get yourself positioned to hit the ball when its in your court. Now i can well understand why its usually said   " The ball is in your court now". Believe me its always the most challenging aspect of the game when the ball is in your court. A physcist can well understand scientifically using his all time favourite Newton's laws of motion and for the rest i will prefer them to believe me on this.We carried on our game forward. More shots, more services, and of course a lot of tommy work. I guess i spent 60% time doing the tommy work rather playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Soon we felt like having some more balls and if the god was listening to us. Here enters two more guys. From there looks i can well guess they know how to play atleast if not much they will not spend their much time in doing tommy work. They both were wearing shorts and look like some genuine sportsmen. We offer them to play as a double team as if we are some studs. I guess they might feel it better to play doubles rather than sitting and watching  our tommy stuff. I asked their names. "I am rohan and he is mahesh." We(i and vipul) were looking into each others eyes as if we feel defeated before they enter the court. He gently hummed into my ears"Abhey salle! yeh toh sachi mein tennis player nikale. Naam bhi dekh ek salla Rohan toh dusra, Mahesh. Apni toh lagne wali hain. Meri mann toh chalte hain, 1 ghanta khel liye bahut hain." I refused to his plea and forced him to play, afterall we have nothing to loose nor even ego this time as we are just the begginers. And as a begginer its not always that you get an oppurtunity to play against "Mahesh &amp;amp; Rohan" and that to even at once. So here goes Rohan, he picked up a ball and was ready to serve it to me. I was standing and waiting eagerly for it. "Tackkk", the ball was coming towards me and here i stand still as if waiting for it to slow down before i hit. The ball went pass by me."Kya hua hawa lagi ya nahi?" asked vipul. I think that it was well clear from my face ,so i dont think of answering it. A couple of more services i faced before i actually serve them back. Finally its my turn to serve, again prefering under arm service i hit the ball and once again the ball was at the right slot. I thought"le bhaiya service to aa gayi" even knowing that i am serving under arm. Its always common that when you do something that you are new too you always try to find a few things out of it that can really boost you up. I learned couple of shots from them. They were really helpful. It was really enjoying. After a long 2 hrs of hitting back, servicing, little bit of tommy work (thanks! to the 6 balls they had got) i was all ready to go back to the hostel and finally we said good bye to them and leave for the hostel. It was a wonderful experience with LT and i really enjoy playing (thanks to "rohan" and"mahesh").( THANKS VIPUL .... "ITS NOT ALWAYS THAT YOU CAN PLAY AGAINST "ROHAN" AND "MAHESH" IN YOUR VERY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH LT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-7267486523803863463?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/7267486523803863463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=7267486523803863463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/7267486523803863463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/7267486523803863463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-be-federer-lawn-tennis-was.html' title='I CAN BE FEDERER!! ... LAWN TENNIS WAS AMAZING'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-5537278658430375386</id><published>2008-05-31T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:37:55.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A COACH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, its all happening here in IIT. Today i went for the phyisical fitness training. Let me tell i am not preparing myself for any kind of athletic meet but i am trying to get rid of those extra kilos, i have put on during these vaccations. Apart from attaining physical fitness, this training can fetch me a ticket to VENEZUELA. I am currently working in Marketing Team of HPVC(HUMAN POWERED VEHICLE CHALLENGE).We need to have a bunch of 4+1 (4 guys &amp;amp; i girl) physically fit persons to compete in the upcoming event. Although &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Razi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has already made it to be one of thembut still we need 4 more and who knows i can be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the athletics field at 5:30 sharp. She was 15 mins late, but no problem i can well enjoy those 15 mins moving on the wet grass and enjoyng fresh air. We strated of our practice by running along the track till we circled it for 5 times. Its a 400m track and 5 times mean a running for 2 km and that too even continuously...... "Impossible! she has gone nuts!" i thought as i was running. I think the way i had spend my last three years had made it more difficult for me to run. I hardly remember the last time i run.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 round i was breathing so badly that i can't even think of even walking anymore, but still i continue running afterall when you have girls around you, you can't afford quiting so early. So i carry on with one more round. I was breathing so hardly, using whatever i can use to get air into my lungs..I was hardly thinking to complete my second round and she pushed me for the third."Yar tune halat dekhi hai meri!!! kya buri tarah se haff raha hun main. Kuch toh rehaam kar." But everything was in vain ,she was much more determined than me and i had too continue running for one more round.... and i know i am gonna die after this. How so ever i was able to complete the third one and here i stop!!! .... sweating as if someine has just brought me up after dipping in a pool. She continue her running to complete her target of 5 rounds( 2km, to be more specific). I Think it will took me weeks to match  her stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After she was over with her running, we tried streching. I was not aware that the parts of my body which were jammed for many years are now going to be exposed to a severe stress. Wheteher it was about streching your back or thigh muscles.....watever, she was doing it so easily, and here was i ,in such a pathetic condition that streching is far away ,i was not able to put my self in right posture to strech my body. I feel so shameful, i had lost agility which i possesed years back. Nevertheless i give my very best so as to perform those excercises.&lt;br /&gt;We did then some more of excercises and strides. And finally i reached my limit, i can't put more now and i sat on grass. For the rest 15 mins i watched her excercising. I wish if i could perform those............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never mind i will put my very best and will soon be on my toes to perform those even better than her. It was a wonderful experience excercising with her and yes! finally i have got a COACH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-5537278658430375386?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/5537278658430375386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=5537278658430375386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/5537278658430375386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/5537278658430375386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-coach.html' title='I GOT A COACH!!!!!!'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-3763278861024218698</id><published>2008-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:51:22.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MEMORY REMAINS..........</title><content type='html'>As i walk down the memory lane,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering over things that went&lt;br /&gt;Down the drain,&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the times we had together,&lt;br /&gt;Ah!  the moments we spent together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have fun&lt;br /&gt;Together we used to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the race that we did run&lt;br /&gt;It was five in the morning then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had the better of us,&lt;br /&gt;Now we are together no more,&lt;br /&gt;We are separated&lt;br /&gt;But are we friends no more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all over we used to joke&lt;br /&gt;But this is statement on which&lt;br /&gt;I have to poke&lt;br /&gt;Friend we are still but this life is now&lt;br /&gt;Just a kill!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck,&lt;br /&gt;And i am so cold&lt;br /&gt;Somehow someway i feel no more&lt;br /&gt;Wounds within me are still so sore&lt;br /&gt;Though we have all moved on&lt;br /&gt;I know the memories remain&lt;br /&gt;Fast and long&lt;br /&gt;Hope that our friendship had been just as strong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my friends&lt;br /&gt;Even days are dark as night,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see no more,&lt;br /&gt;No i do not want to hear anymore&lt;br /&gt;I know things will never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;But the memories we spent together&lt;br /&gt;Will always remain.....&lt;br /&gt;The best time of my life&lt;br /&gt; I spent with you two&lt;br /&gt;And i just want to say ”THANK YOU”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This poem is dedicated to my friends ABHIMANYU and ROBIN)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-3763278861024218698?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/3763278861024218698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=3763278861024218698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/3763278861024218698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/3763278861024218698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/05/memory-remains.html' title='THE MEMORY REMAINS..........'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-683635145149802993</id><published>2008-05-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:42:53.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WINNER</title><content type='html'>What of the lad, who never wins,&lt;br /&gt;But never quits the race?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows before the day begins,&lt;br /&gt;He’s doomed to second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two left feet, too many gates,&lt;br /&gt;Some liked him; but many hates.&lt;br /&gt;People made issue and comment&lt;br /&gt;Indeed were the cause of his bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turn came around,&lt;br /&gt;He was forced still bound.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams were burning in eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Motivations were parents and sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though things were on stake,&lt;br /&gt;But now chance came; got 1 break.&lt;br /&gt;Wow,wow,wow  everywhere rolled,&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s an icon everyone told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not yours,&lt;br /&gt;But of the simplest person.&lt;br /&gt;Who was not a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;But discovered himself &amp;amp; called WINNER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011706085599532715-683635145149802993?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/683635145149802993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=683635145149802993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/683635145149802993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/683635145149802993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/05/winner.html' title='THE WINNER'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011706085599532715.post-1629749495863536548</id><published>2008-05-29T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:41:08.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'KNOW HOW VARIOUS PRODUCTS HELP  IN PROPOSING"</title><content type='html'>1. If you want to propose to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just do it-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. Before going to propose to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe in the best-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BPL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. If you are hesitant prior to proposing a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vicks ki goli lo khich –khich door karo-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VICKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. Girl says “no”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it easy-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIMCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VISA POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. Oh boy riding a bike with neighbours daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neighbour’s Envy, Owner’s Pride- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ONIDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;7. Not satisfied with your date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeh dil maange more-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PEPSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. A boy having a number of girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The complete man – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RAYMOND’S&lt;/span&gt;&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/6011706085599532715-1629749495863536548?l=niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/feeds/1629749495863536548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011706085599532715&amp;postID=1629749495863536548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/1629749495863536548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011706085599532715/posts/default/1629749495863536548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niteshenglishsection.blogspot.com/2008/05/know-how-various-products-help-in.html' title='&apos;KNOW HOW VARIOUS PRODUCTS HELP  IN PROPOSING&quot;'/><author><name>niteshsingla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13875221442135628830</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/_kv7GvQqXSYw/SDfoy7EKp5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wo224QYQbOA/S220/14082007085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
