<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Pooja Jhamb</title><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Pooja Jhamb</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Rishta mera</title><description><![CDATA[<br>                                                             &#2350;&#2375;&#2352;&#2366;  &#2361;&#2352; &#2319;&#2325; &#2352;&#2367;&#2358;&#2381;&#2340;&#2366;                                                                                                            <br><br>&#2350;&#2376;&#2306;, &#2319;&#2325; &#2346;&#2367;&#2340;&#2366;  &#2325;&#2368;  &#2340;&#2352;&#2361;  &#2354;&#2366;&#2342; &#2325;&#2352;&#2340;&#2368; &#2341;&#2368;<br> &#2357;&#2379; &#2319;&#2325; &#2348;&#2375;&#2335;&#2368; &#2325;&#2368; &#2340;&#2352;&#2361; &#2350;&#2369;&#2333;&#2375; &#2342;&#2369;&#2354;&#2366;&#2352;&#2340;&#2366; &#2341;&#2366;<br>&#2350;&#2376;&#2306;, &#2319;&#2325; &#2350;&#2366; &#2325;&#2368; 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color: red;">Din 22July, 2008 time 02.05pm ka show pehala sceen dekhte hi dil me<BR>khayal aaya ki meri bhi to kismat aisi hi hai.Jis cheez ko chaha vo itni door<BR>ho gai ki use paana to door ki baat hai, use dekhne or chune ko bhi tarast<BR>jaati hoon. Mein 1<sup>st</sup> time Iland par aai, or ek blog khula mere<BR>saamne meine us par comment kiya. Mujhe kya pata tha ki Bhagwan ne mere liye ye<BR>sab plan kiya hua hai.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Jindagi achchi chal rhi thi, khushiyan bantna hi tha kaam mera.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Aisa nhi tha ki gam nhi thy, par unme reh kar muskurana seekh liya<BR>tha meine.Kam ka koi gam nhi tha, jayada ki koi khushi nhi thi.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Hmm par jab kabhi ladke ladkiyon ko dekhti thi to lagta tha ki kash<BR>koi hota mere saath bhi. Par nhi pata tha ki do pal ki khushi ki kya kimat<BR>chukani padti hai.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Vo ek Software Engineer or mein kuch bhi nhi, vo ek well cultured<BR>insaan or mein ek chote se sher ki jhallii se ladki. Itni jhalli ki ek ajnabi<BR>ki muskann ke liye bhi apni jindgi bhar ki muskan bhi bhul sakti hai. Vo ek<BR>high class well educated or mein kuch bhi nhi, par dil ki qualification to thi<BR>mere pass, par vo shayad kaffi nhi thi.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Phir us comment ka reply aaya or silsla chala email id exchange hue<BR>phir online chat huei or hoti chali gaii.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Pata hi nhi chala ki kab itne pass aye ki online baat kar rhy hai<BR>hum ye bhul hi gaye. Kab jindgi se or aatma se jud gaya.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Phir vo uska Indore se Noida aane ke ek mahine ka intzar,maano<BR>duniya bhar ki khushiyan aa rhi ho mere dwaar. Par Bhagwan to kuch or ho soch<BR>kar baitha tha mere liye. Kaise kata tha vo ek mahina hum dono ne phone par aaj<BR>bhi yaad hai mujhe.Bahut mushkilon ke baad mile par kya mille shayd bichadne ke<BR>liye hi mile thy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Uske parents ne ek faisla kar diya or mein ek kinare par khadi hokar<BR>sab dekhti rehi or dekh rhi hoon.Kaisa mazar hai ye. Jo insaan meri bechaini<BR>bhi nhi dekh sakta tha aaj vo jaanta hai meri haalat phir chup hai. Mujhe to<BR>bharosa tha us par ki vo mujhe chod hi nhi sakta par bharosa hi tut ta hai.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">“Babu,mein rote rote bahut thak jaati hoon, par tumhari yaad,<BR>tumhari baat, tumhara khayal nhi jaata.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Aisa dil karta hai jis dil or dimag se mujhe tumhari yaad aati hai<BR>use neekal kar phenk dun.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Mujhe pata hai mere rone se kuch nhi hoga,par sochti hoon shayad dil<BR>halka ho jaayega. <o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Humari kahani to khatam ho gai hai, par meri jindgi me uski kahani<BR>kabhi khatam nhi hogi, jab tak saans hai tab tak uski yaad mere har lamhe me<BR>rehegi.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Jab mein kisis ladke ke parents ko delhti hoon to lagata hai ki ye<BR>bhi uske parents ki tarah honge aur bolenge ki ye ladki theek nhi hai tumhare<BR>liye. Par theek to hai.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Aap bhi kisis ke parents honge, ya banegy, ek request hai ki koi<BR>faisla lene se pehale soch lena ki aapke bete ke saath koi or bhi juda, kisi ke<BR>sapne jude hai, emotions jude hain, aap do jindagiyon ka faisla kar rhyen hai.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Agr meri galati se tum ye padh rhy ho to meine ye tumhe hurt karne<BR>ke liye nhi likha hai. Sochti hoon ki jahan se kahani shuru hei thi vahi khatam<BR>ho jaaye.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Suna suna lamha lamha, meri raahein tanha tanha……<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Mudke zara tum dekh lo…<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Bepanah pyar hai aaa jaaa tera intzaar hai aajaa….<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;">Kaash koi aaye or mujhe kas kar gale lagale or kehe ki “Mein hoon<BR>na, Meri Laddoo”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: red;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><BR><BR><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1217322304">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:31:41 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/29/Sirf-ek-comment-aur-Kismat-Konnection.html</link></item><item><title>3 Dolls</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><span style="font-style: italic; background-color: rgb(204, 102, 204); color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="background-color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"></span></span>                                                          <font size="7">3Dolls<br><font size="5">A sage presented a prince with a set of three small dolls. The prince was not amused."Am I a girl that you give me dolls?he asked.<br>"This is a gift for a future king," said the man."If you look carefully ,you"ll see a hole in the ear of each doll."<br>"So?"<br>The sage handed him a piece of string.<br>"pass it through each doll,"he said.<br>Intrigued, the prince picked up the first doll and put the string into the ear.<br>It come out from the other ear.<br>"This is one type of person,"said the man.<br>"Whatever you tell him, comes out from other ear. He doesn"t retain anything."<br>The prince put the second type of person,"said the man.<br>"Whatever you tell him, he tells everybody else."<br>The prince picked up the third doll and repeated the process. The string did not reappear from anywhere else.<br>"This is the third type of person,"said the man.<br>"Whatever you tell him is locked up within him. It never comes out."<br>"What is the best person ?"asked prince.<br>The man handed him a froth doll, in answer.<br>When the prince put the string into the doll, it came out from the other ear.<br>"Do it again,"said the sage. The prince repeated the process. This time the string came out from the mouth. When he put the string in a third time , it did not come out at all.<br>"This is the best type of person,"said the man. "To be trustworthy, a man must know when not to listen, when to remain silent and when to speak out."<br>A wise person knows when to listen and when not to, when to silent and when to speak. What about me? Which kind of doll you represent?<br>If you happen to fall in the first three category, have you made any attempt to shift yourself to the fourth category? Well.<br>This story makes us more conscious  about being sensitive to different situation and people.<br>Diplomacy in life is cooked through the oven of sensitivity and awareness. Being sensitive and aware to people and situation makes us trustworthy in life. <br>I am sure that is what all of us expect from another human being.<br></font></font><br><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1209107671">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 11:57:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/25/3-Dolls-1.html</link></item><item><title>Fall in Love</title><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><font size="7"><span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Two Butterflies were in love...</span><font size="4"><br style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br>One day,they decided to play Hide n Seek.....<br>During the play....<br>Boy Butterfly - "A small game within us"<br>Girl Butterfly - "OK"<br>Boy Butterfly - "The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in the morning......<br>that one loves the other one more...<br>Girl Butterfly - "OK"<br><br>Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that he can sit before the girl butterfly does<br><br>Finally,the flower opened.....<br>What did he see?<br>The girl butterfly had died inside the flower. She stayed there all night so that early in the morning as soon as she sees him she can fly to him and tell him how much she loved him.This is is true Love.Life is Love.<br><br>Living might mean taking chances,but they are worth taking<br>Loving might be a mistake,but its worth making.<br><br><br><br><br><br>Love<br></span></font></font></span></span></span><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1205225214">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 13:58:36 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/11/Fall-in-Love.html</link></item><item><title>Set Yourself Free</title><description><![CDATA[<P><EM><FONT color=#cc33cc size=7>Set yourself Free</FONT></EM></P><BR><BR><P><EM><FONT color=#cc33cc size=5>Set yourself free from anything that might hinder you in becoming the person you want to be. Free yourself from the uncertainties about your abilities or the worth of your dreams,from the fears that you may not be able to achieve them or that they won,t be what you wanted.</FONT></EM></P><BR><BR><P><EM><FONT color=#cc33cc size=5>Set yourself free from the past. The good things from yesterday are still yours in memory;.the things you want to forget you will, for tomorrow is only a sunrise away. Free yourself from regert or guilt, and promise to live this day as fully as you can.</FONT></EM></P><BR><P><EM><FONT color=#cc33cc size=5>Set yourself free from the expectations of others,and never feel guilty or embarrassed if you do not live up to their standards. You are most important to yourself;live by what you feel is best and right for you. Others will come to respect your integrity and honesty.</FONT></EM></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1204789193">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 11:49:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/06/Set-yourself-FreeSet-yourself-free.html</link></item><item><title>Reacting Positively</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><font size="7">To A Negative Situation<font size="5">What do you do when bottom falls out?<br>When the bubble breaks?<br>When the market saturated?<br>when it looks as if your dreams are turning to<br>ashes in your hands?<br>Remember this.Keep on believing!<br>You"ve not lost everything until you"ve lost your<br>faith! And that"s a choice....never and accident!<br>You reserve the right to choose your reaction to<br>whatever happens.<br>You always have the choice to react positively or negatively.<br>Decide today to react positively....<br>I will be rejoicing - nevertheless!<br>My dreams may be frustrated,nevertheless I will<br>keep standing on my strong faith!<br>This could turn out to be my shining hour!<br>I can turn tragedy into a triumph!<br>This is my opportunity to build the greatest<br>treasure a person can posses-a fantastic<br>reputation!<br>I shall choose to inspire people in my time of suffering.<br>I shall achieve respect because of my courage <br>in enormous difficulty.<br>Faith is reacting positively to a negative situation!!<br><br><br><br>HAVE A POSITIVE DAY......<br></font></font></span></span><br><br><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1204261321">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:17:27 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/29/Reacting-Positively.html</link></item><item><title></title><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><font size="7">Once in a life time<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><font size="5"><br>Once in a life time<br>You find a friend<br>Who touches not only your heart<br>But also your soul<br><br>Once in a life time <br>You discover someone <br>Who stands besides you not over you<br><br>Once in  a life time<br>If you are lucky <br>You find some one as I have found you<br>Very special people<br><br>We can be ourselves with,<br>Talk with,laugh with,<br>Hope with and believe with.....<br>You have no idea how grateful I am for it!<br><br><br><br><br></font></span></span></font></span></span><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1204187928">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 14:00:11 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/28/Untitled.html</link></item><item><title>LOVE</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><font size="7"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">                   LOVE<br></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><font size="5">"Love in speech is True,<br>         Love in action is Righteousness,<br>Love in thought is Peace,<br>         Love in understanding is Perfection without ego."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></font></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br></span></span></span></font></span></span><br><br><br><br><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/746/009d05dc1023d41f9752c85be80d71c1/homep/images/1204100161">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 13:35:49 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pyarkadiya.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/27/LOVE.html</link></item></channel></rss>