<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213</id><updated>2009-10-12T18:35:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One... The Only... The JOHNY</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog mostly contains poems... 
some interesting stuff I find or even a little crap... naah... loads of crap!!!
Enjoy it...
(chk the Blog archive for old posts)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5912827895193899638</id><published>2008-09-08T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:12:19.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walk along the road of life… accepting the spreading smiles and flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;Swing through all the ups ‘n’ the downs and fight those battling fears&lt;br /&gt;Expecting what one cannot and trying not to expect what one can&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it may seem, the little things do matter in each and every plan&lt;br /&gt;Break those conundrums; it gets easier to solve… piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;Justify each step taken and in the end, there will be a deserved peace&lt;br /&gt;Take time out and analyze the atoms of everything in your existence&lt;br /&gt;Evolve the better way and it sure will add to the illustrious experience&lt;br /&gt;Most of the important statements require just three words or less&lt;br /&gt;Amidst busy schedules, don’t forget those phrases, to express&lt;br /&gt;These little things can turn lives around… make someone’s day&lt;br /&gt;Be it to thy folks or pals or someone… doesn’t matter how far away&lt;br /&gt;‘I Love U’, ‘I Miss U’, ‘Here for U’ and many more… we fear to say&lt;br /&gt;At least one Smile a day… it could keep the other’s demons at bay&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt wishes can sometimes work wonders and miracles&lt;br /&gt;A sweet 'Good Morning' or a peace-filled 'Good Night' can break shackles&lt;br /&gt;It is never too late to say or to articulate, the way that one feels&lt;br /&gt;‘Express it all… never Regret, if it’s a fall’ – a motto for all that life deals&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls of ego and anxiety that insecurity brings&lt;br /&gt;Always appreciate and make rightful use of the "little" things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;;DJohny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;27 June 2008&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/2099584450572031213-5912827895193899638?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5912827895193899638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5912827895193899638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5057343943319990373</id><published>2007-08-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:41:33.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Back… Again</title><content type='html'>There it is, is it back…? Back again&lt;br /&gt;That hurting foresight, a past foreseen&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the impossible might just happen…&lt;br /&gt;The lightening may just strike… a second time&lt;br /&gt;Giving rise to wounds that would never heal&lt;br /&gt;Tried to stare down into the barrel of Future&lt;br /&gt;Hoped for a cure… to overcome the past&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of a life, filled with that care&lt;br /&gt;Looked at a heavenly bond to share&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the unending dark tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Thought… I saw a shimmer of heavenly blissful light&lt;br /&gt;Pulled myself along, trying to get myself closer to it&lt;br /&gt;Felt my energy… replenishing itself&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the glory of that shine&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if that light is the true healer&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just an oncoming train,&lt;br /&gt;        on whose tracks… I’ve tread for so long&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the unevenness thrown at me…&lt;br /&gt;The future is unknown… Hope still and will remain&lt;br /&gt;Efforts shall try to strengthen itself&lt;br /&gt;The Devil grins on one side and the Angel glares on the other&lt;br /&gt;Decisions to be taken, to be made or just forced upon&lt;br /&gt;To stay above or below the horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-5057343943319990373?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5057343943319990373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5057343943319990373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-again.html' title='Back… Again'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-7248551506603211148</id><published>2007-08-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:38:55.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Still Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re gone… but your memories remain&lt;br /&gt;In thy thoughts… I’ve become insane&lt;br /&gt;Never will things become the same&lt;br /&gt;That they were… in the presence of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve turned completely into a fiend&lt;br /&gt;The one, you promised to ever remain a friend&lt;br /&gt;But you left… for reasons mystery bound&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to return to stable ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love still remains, as long as this breath&lt;br /&gt;But this mind’s domain… craving for death&lt;br /&gt;As it has only caused trouble to other’s health&lt;br /&gt;You were the one… the only one, a true wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing thy thoughts… am still loving you&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of a future… just a faintly few&lt;br /&gt;You achieved thy goal… that of eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;In the queue and still loving you… waiting for death’s kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-7248551506603211148?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7248551506603211148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7248551506603211148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-loving-you.html' title='Still Loving You'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5531315933272530346</id><published>2007-08-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:37:17.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ain’t no Song</title><content type='html'>Just sitting amidst this flickering light&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how am I gonna spend the night&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to again put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t things always go on right?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my existence… is there a reason&lt;br /&gt;Is my relationship with others a treason?&lt;br /&gt;Will this go on… for every season&lt;br /&gt;In the horizon… Is it rising or setting, the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Have been living so long, like a leech&lt;br /&gt;It seems nothing’s left… no sensible speech&lt;br /&gt;Every bond of life… seems to be nearing a breach&lt;br /&gt;Feelings within are all out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Have pulled these things… far too long&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be ending, like a faint song&lt;br /&gt;Times been swinging, on a ping pong&lt;br /&gt;Striving to come through and remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Enough of clinging… like a vine&lt;br /&gt;Put an end to it and strengthen the spine&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t gonna be a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Have a future to build… be it fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-5531315933272530346?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5531315933272530346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5531315933272530346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/aint-no-song.html' title='Ain’t no Song'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-4955407985617278775</id><published>2007-08-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:33:49.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>In thy absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Barren lands, bald  trees, murky waters… is all that is seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You left and along  with you… went all the glee, wiped out clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things have turned  gloomy and troubles are running free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without you, I am  unable to be the one I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Up in the sky… the  stars don’t seem so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The moon is in  hiding… there’s darkness all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sun… in your  absence, feels shining is not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trees bow down to a  breeze with no vigor left to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The chirping of \nbirds does not feel so sweet\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The smiles of \nchildren, seems to be incomplete\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Looking around, a \ndistinct emptiness fills the air\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Weird thoughts \ncreep up, cornered in a haunting lair\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Tears flow down the \ncheek, reminiscing the past\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The ship of life \nseems to have a broken mast\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The spirits that \nkeep things lively, have lost their essence\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;Reality seems to \nhave lost its grandeur … in thy absence\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:center\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;text-align:right\" align\u003d\"right\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;The \nJohny\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The chirping of  birds does not feel so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The smiles of  children, seems to be incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking around, a  distinct emptiness fills the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Weird thoughts  creep up, cornered in a haunting lair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tears flow down the  cheek, reminiscing the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ship of life  seems to have a broken mast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-- As scripted by Vivian Nitin Lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 17th March'07 was one of the biggest days of my life so far. It was the day when the Heavy Metal Gods, Iron Maiden came to India as a part of the Iron Maiden - A Matter Of Life And Death tour, 2007. Excuse my French, but I gotta say IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!! It just blew me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mates left home by 9:30, had to drop mom to her workplace and reached the venue by 10 AM. There were already some people camping there since a long time. At about 10:30 AM, we happened to meet Sam Dunn, the director of the documentary movie, Metal: A Head bangers Journey. Apparently he was filming his next documentary on Metal scene around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20050914/160_tiff_sam_dunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20050914/160_tiff_sam_dunn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was round about 1 PM when we queued up and what a terrible experience it was! Scorching Indian summers and Heavy Metal concerts... not a good combination at all! People were constantly pushing and jostling each other. I was almost first to the gates and I looked back and saw an infinite crowd of screaming angry fans all clad in the Black Iron Maiden Tees. I had to persevere until 3:30 PM in that riot before I was let in and I could make it to the second row!!! I was upfront in the dead center, just 25 feet away from the mighty stage... now what more could I ask for in my life! Soon crowd was pouring in and I could catch a glimpse until half the arena not beyond it. When the ground was almost filled, the horrible crowd avalanches started. The back rows were pushing the front rows at rib-cracking force. Since I was in the center of 4th row, it was like a mosh pit ALL THE TIME! It was a lot of fun in the beginning but soon I was getting elbowed. And guys in front row were getting horribly squished against the barricade. Some passed out, some got brutally injured I think and many were craving for water!At this point I couldn't take it anymore...and just walked back and had a plan to get in front by the time Maiden performed...and might I add it worked....OK I had my good cousins around to buy me some soda...I so badly wanted to at the kebabs..but it was bloody expensive...The unfortunate thing was the phone lines were jammed...and so could not contact my other cousins and friends...in the venue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5:30 PM, F.T.N, a pansy band who were winners of MTV Campus Rock Idols Contest took the stage. Their set list consisted of about 4 songs I guess, two of which were covers of Korn, Rage Against the Machine. Come on, they were fuckin opening for Iron Maiden! This is a serious blasphemy. And sure enough, they were booed off the stage with everyone shouting "Fuck off" and raising the middle fingers. That must have been a kick in the crotch to those guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1647/300pxparikrama1ug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 69px;" src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1647/300pxparikrama1ug2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parikrama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6:15 PM, another so-called Indian "rock" band, Parikrama came on to the stage for the second opening act. Honestly they failed to impress me. But they appealed to a handful of fans by performing their original numbers. Adding Violin instrument to almost all their songs was just sissy! But I kinda liked one of their songs Parikrama - Am I Dreaming, which was inspired by Frodo and Sam's exploits in J. R. R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.last.fm/proposedimages/sidebar/6/11740912/177815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 126px;" src="http://static.last.fm/proposedimages/sidebar/6/11740912/177815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was cute Lauren Harris on stage. That was one of the privileges of being a daughter of Iron Maiden's Bassist Steve Harris! Hers is a punk rock band... you know kinda like Avril Lavigne. Lauren was welcomed much better than the previous two bands. When she finished performing 4 songs, the crowd was getting highly impatient... people were continuously screaming "Maiden, Maiden, Maiden...". She finished her 5th song somehow and left the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to 8 PM. The big time has finally come. The crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs for Maiden to come on to the stage. The painful right and left crowd avalanches started too, creating a huge moshpit in the front rows but I was out of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stage was darkened momentarily and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bruce Dickinson"&lt;/span&gt;, the Iron Maiden's vocalist sprang onto the stage explosively by singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Different World&lt;/span&gt; followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nicko McBrian"&lt;/span&gt; on Drums, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dave Murray"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Adrian Smith"&lt;/span&gt; on Lead Guitars, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Steve Harris"&lt;/span&gt; on Bass Guitar and finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Janick Gers"&lt;/span&gt; on Rhythm Guitar. The crowd just went out of control. It is one of the most amazing moments of my life. I felt resurrected and got a surge of energy from no where seeing Maiden on stage! There I was standing, just humble 20 feet away from the Heavy Metal Gods and around me tens of thousands of fans screaming, head banging and moshing violently! It was simply jaw-dropping!!! Maiden then went onto perform the other two songs from their new album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – These colors Don't Run&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Brighter Than A Thousand Suns&lt;/span&gt;. Then the next song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Wrathchild&lt;/span&gt;, from their second album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden - Killers&lt;/span&gt; was dedicated in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Leon Ireland's"&lt;/span&gt; memory who passed away last December - he was the lead singer of the famous Indian Rock band, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moksha"&lt;/span&gt;, which is credited to be the only Asian group to perform for the Iron Maiden tribute album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children of the Damned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After Wrathchild, the crowd was shouting for the encore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – The Trooper&lt;/span&gt;. As soon as Bruce heard that, he went in and came out in the the old British Trooper red uniform and British Flag and started performing The Trooper song with unparalleled energy. This was the best performance in my opinion. People went insanely wild too... singing along. It just felt like I was riding a wildly galloping horse!on heaven I absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;The Trooper was followed by another 2 songs from the new album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Maiden – The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Maiden – For The Greater Good of God&lt;/span&gt;. Next line-up was their classic songs, all my favorite ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Number of the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Fear of the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Run to the Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – 2 Minutes to Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – The Evil That Men Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Maiden – Hallowed Be Thy Name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I totally loved these set of tracks as I must have listened to them at least a million times! While performing Fear of the Dark, Bruce climbed up the truss up to 30 feet high! It is simply mind blowing to watch the awesome stagemanship of Bruce; even though he is close to 50 years of age, he is amazingly energetic! And Iron Maiden's Mascot, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddie&lt;/span&gt; The Head appeared in a Battle Tank in Iron Maiden song and then came onto the stage in soldier's uniform and with a rifle, during The Evil that Men Do song, in a signature style of the band!&lt;br /&gt;During their last song, Hallowed Be Thy Name, I was almost on the verge of passing out. I was fully exhausted and I was mustering all the energy to pull through somehow. Ever since Maiden took the stage, I was in heaven all the time! At the end of the show, many fans just sat on the ground unwilling to leave the arena and relishing every moment of the spectacular show!&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to Maiden's discography umpteen number of times, watched all their music videos, watched videos of their live performances like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock in Rio, Donington Live 1992, Live at the Rainbow, Death on the Road&lt;/span&gt; etc. and I thought they were awesome. But believe me, watching Maiden live beats them all!!! It is simply mind-blowing and if I could make up a superlative degree of the word Awesome as Awesomest then that describes it!&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that Bruce promised his Indian fans that Maiden would return again in another 17 months!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot...my cousin [John Brian] touched the drum heads when Bruce threw it into the crowd..but couldn't catch it..I so wish he did..cause I would have framed it.... All the moments were captured in a cellphone but I'm a complete novice in capturing videos and I guess all of you would have known the quality...but I should thank my friend for giving me his phone...for that one brilliant day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hail Iron Maiden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP THE IRONS \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures of the concert! FEAST YOUR EYES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk0de2RLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVRGOknAV7o/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk0de2RLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVRGOknAV7o/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046622538546883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk0de2RLEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ayXaqnHwp5Q/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk0de2RLEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ayXaqnHwp5Q/s200/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046622538546883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk1N-2RLMI/AAAAAAAAACE/b6vuiAFt0AU/s200/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046623371770539202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16e2RLNI/AAAAAAAAACM/KKE3B-wRK9Q/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16e2RLNI/AAAAAAAAACM/KKE3B-wRK9Q/s200/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046624136274717906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16u2RLOI/AAAAAAAAACU/oKoaBTNzWDw/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16u2RLOI/AAAAAAAAACU/oKoaBTNzWDw/s200/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046624140569685218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16u2RLPI/AAAAAAAAACc/tVEC8-uQ53k/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16u2RLPI/AAAAAAAAACc/tVEC8-uQ53k/s200/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046624140569685234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16-2RLQI/AAAAAAAAACk/vyq05YPm0-Q/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk16-2RLQI/AAAAAAAAACk/vyq05YPm0-Q/s200/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046624144864652546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-901171857985108723?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/901171857985108723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/901171857985108723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/iron-maiden-concert-17032007.html' title='IRON MAIDEN Concert (17.03.2007)'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j47NA2ujrdM/Rgk0de2RLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVRGOknAV7o/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-1853947283441620034</id><published>2007-08-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:20:58.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edge'/><title type='text'>On the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times… when you feel you’re on the edge&lt;br /&gt;On all fronts… there is confusion, full fledge&lt;br /&gt;At these times… it gets too very difficult to judge&lt;br /&gt;Whether you have to or don’t have to budge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get that feeling that you need to express&lt;br /&gt;But there’s something within that lets it suppress&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my inability… leaves me depressed&lt;br /&gt;But others’ pleasure… that gets me impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to decide… on which side to jump&lt;br /&gt;To let it out or keep it in… could lead to a slump&lt;br /&gt;It’s stuck in the throat like a lump&lt;br /&gt;Connections go haywire in your brain’s dump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with decisions… whether to take or not to take&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t easy to differentiate between the real and the fake&lt;br /&gt;You get that feeling of a mirage… with life at stake&lt;br /&gt;Got to realize… whether to live for oneself or for others’ sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&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/2099584450572031213-1853947283441620034?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/1853947283441620034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/1853947283441620034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-edge.html' title='On the Edge'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5581591114537359144</id><published>2007-08-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:19:38.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Feelings of a Feeling</title><content type='html'>You… an ideal pal and a truly special person&lt;br /&gt;With you, to strengthen a relation, there’s no need to reason&lt;br /&gt;It’s left to you… to take certain decisions&lt;br /&gt;You are happiness and joy… for all the seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in those deep eyes… a true mystery&lt;br /&gt;It could last forever in thy history&lt;br /&gt;As you speak… a spell of joy you cast&lt;br /&gt;Drudgery of pain and sadness… all become past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trust you show… flows as a lifeline&lt;br /&gt;Your care and kindness… strengthens my spine&lt;br /&gt;Your smile entrusts a future… I could say its mine&lt;br /&gt;Relation with you… has changed my life’s twine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too have some things within, that cause you trouble&lt;br /&gt;You need to share it and not make it double&lt;br /&gt;Once you pour it out… you’ll see the pain crumble&lt;br /&gt;Remember there’s the one to help you always, when you stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times when I’ve put you down&lt;br /&gt;On your face… brought a frown&lt;br /&gt;In the rivers of doubt, made you drown&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for those weeds I had sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts might arise that this is to flatter you&lt;br /&gt;But remember that these are expressions, I had due&lt;br /&gt;I have a wish… hoping for eternity, it’ll be true&lt;br /&gt;That You remain fresh forever, as the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Johny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-5581591114537359144?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5581591114537359144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5581591114537359144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/feelings-of-feeling.html' title='Feelings of a Feeling'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-468961685403650501</id><published>2007-08-12T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:17:26.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Out of Sight</title><content type='html'>Why does it feel like the truth is being kept… out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Is it coz’ you feel, me being not worthy or is it out of my might&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just that I always land you up in a sorrowful plight&lt;br /&gt;You feel that by letting me know… nothing would go on right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This green-eyed zeal… a cause for their entire hurting outburst&lt;br /&gt;The reason remains obscure… there isn’t any cure for this thirst&lt;br /&gt;Till my last breath… shall remain possibly cursed&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a plague… always getting the crowd dispersed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been out of sight… the value of your precious tears&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to hide… it is possibly a consequence of fears&lt;br /&gt;It’s true… you’re under the promise from nears and dears&lt;br /&gt;But as you had once told, with changing time… you had to change gears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might just wonder… why I am imposing on thy thought&lt;br /&gt;Its coz I don’t want to see you suffer the mental fights that I’ve fought&lt;br /&gt;Its true… there are hopes, expectations and goals you have to sought&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to think of you, in a mental haze, in which I was once caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that still remains hidden within those eyes&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that hurts more than hearing those good-byes&lt;br /&gt;All that I’ve expressed… its tough for you, to understand what it implies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… you’ve got to come out of your strong disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-468961685403650501?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/468961685403650501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/468961685403650501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-sight.html' title='Out of Sight'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-7098381957413221341</id><published>2007-08-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:37:04.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>YOU, with Me</title><content type='html'>Heavenly it seems all around, when you’re with me&lt;br /&gt;There’s happiness ‘n’ joy in all that I see&lt;br /&gt;To be alongside You, I’d even plead on my knee&lt;br /&gt;You let me be myself, a chained bird… set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You’re with me, joy seems to have no limit&lt;br /&gt;Sadness gets fainter, as you come alongside and sit&lt;br /&gt;All pieces in my life’s puzzle seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, seems to fade with the light you lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You’re with me, it seems there’s nothing to want&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts varnish that once used to haunt&lt;br /&gt;You give me the chance to start afresh a life, something new&lt;br /&gt;It seems, you’re the one to drive away the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charm ‘n’ happiness spread on your face&lt;br /&gt;Just opens up all the knots in my mind’s lace&lt;br /&gt;You give me the feeling of having a place in this space&lt;br /&gt;Pray that forever you shall remain, spreading that grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-7098381957413221341?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7098381957413221341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7098381957413221341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-with-me.html' title='YOU, with Me'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-125259375346070415</id><published>2007-08-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:33:22.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='within'/><title type='text'>Within You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s within You… both the best and the worst&lt;br /&gt;It’s your decision to let your talents have an outburst&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter, whose gonna be last or the first&lt;br /&gt;Its what You chip in… that’s gonna quench the thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the genius that’s within You… You alone are the host&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let any failure haunt you like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;It’s for what you are that people like you the most&lt;br /&gt;It’s an honour… to raise to yourself, the finest toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, better or the best… there ain’t no comparison&lt;br /&gt;You got to have yourself, as the limit of all expectation&lt;br /&gt;Think, you and yourself are the only ones in competitions&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, the heart ‘n’ mind could play tricks with fluctuations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sulk for past deeds… it only weakens you and your cast&lt;br /&gt;Suppressing yourself, dwindling your conscience… pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;Once the moment is gone, it becomes a part of the past&lt;br /&gt;Remember only those, which prove to strengthen your mast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let others’ deeds bring you into a state of being forlorn&lt;br /&gt;It only declines your being… helping you to remain torn&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Genius within… to whom, Life you’ve sworn&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the Best and that’s why you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&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/2099584450572031213-125259375346070415?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/125259375346070415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/125259375346070415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/within-you.html' title='Within You'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-7243497503690864689</id><published>2007-08-08T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:25:42.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>The Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Change… an inexorable outcome to some cryptic reason&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way to find a basis… it could be treason&lt;br /&gt;This could come up anytime, anywhere… any season&lt;br /&gt;It could evolve in anybody… in any possible relation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the better or the worse… you might give in to a change&lt;br /&gt;The decision is yours to choose the change, of any range&lt;br /&gt;To me… it could seem in someway, there’s something strange&lt;br /&gt;It’s good, as long as it brings a smile on your cute flange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes come about quite often, in search for better vicinity&lt;br /&gt;It’s expected for them to change, irked by somebody’s personality&lt;br /&gt;People tend to join the better… leaving those with no dignity&lt;br /&gt;They give in, to a makeover… to get away from existing insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, changes in others could be letting you down&lt;br /&gt;First see… if the transformation is in you, that is bringing the frown&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand the way… how the transformation has grown&lt;br /&gt;You got to realize… who had these seeds of change, initially sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&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/2099584450572031213-7243497503690864689?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7243497503690864689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7243497503690864689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='The Change'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-9175030460370697897</id><published>2007-08-08T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:23:34.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>To be with You</title><content type='html'>Where have you gone… O Sweet Child o’ mine&lt;br /&gt;Wanted you, to be with me… all the time&lt;br /&gt;Times spent with you, seemed to be very fine&lt;br /&gt;But, how much I miss you… is hard to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes… I saw the peace of a sleeping child&lt;br /&gt;So calm, happy, innocent and forever mild&lt;br /&gt;To be with you… is what I’ve always tried&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, many a times have I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to talk to you… Want to hold you…&lt;br /&gt;Want to dance with you… Want to embrace you…&lt;br /&gt;Want to do all things… only alongside you&lt;br /&gt;But for all this… I wanted to ever be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your absence… I miss all the sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Yearn for the peace… I found in your calmness&lt;br /&gt;Each moment… I miss every bit of your liveliness&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be with you forever… my eternal happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&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/2099584450572031213-9175030460370697897?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/9175030460370697897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/9175030460370697897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-be-with-you.html' title='To be with You'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-4598377915396292428</id><published>2007-07-29T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:57:40.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reply'/><title type='text'>Best Out of Office Auto-replies ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 2.&lt;/span&gt; You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 3.&lt;/span&gt; I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from holiday on 4 April. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 4.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message.&lt;br /&gt;Please restart your computer and try sending again. (The beauty of this is that when you return, you can see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 6.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system.&lt;br /&gt;You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 7.&lt;/span&gt; I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2099584450572031213-4598377915396292428?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4598377915396292428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4598377915396292428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-out-of-office-auto-replies.html' title='Best Out of Office Auto-replies ...'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-8158109876882605060</id><published>2007-07-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:53:03.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>A poem on Engineer (Hindi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo aksar phasta hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Interviews ke sawaal mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Badi companiyon ke jaal mey  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Boss aur client ke bawaal mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo pak &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Meetings ki jhelai mey &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Submissions ki gehraai mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Teamwork ki chataai mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo  laga rehta hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Schedule ko failane mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Targets ko khiskaane mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Roz naye-naye bahaane banane mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo lunch time mey Breakfast karta hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Dinner time mey Lunch karta hain aur &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Commutation ke waqt soya karta hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo  paagal hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Chai aur samose ke pyaar mey &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Cigarette ke khumaar mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Birdwatching ke vichaar mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo  khoya hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Reminders ke jawaab mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Na milne waale hisaab mey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Behtar Bhavishya ke khwaab mey &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jise intezaar hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Weekend nights par dhoom machaane ka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Boss ke chutti par jaane ka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Increment ki khabar aane ka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Engineer woh hain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;jo  sochta hain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Kaash padhaai par dhyaan diya hota&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Kaash teacher se panga na liya hota &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Kaash ishq na kiya hota....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaash....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2099584450572031213-8158109876882605060?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/8158109876882605060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/8158109876882605060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/poem-on-engineer-hindi.html' title='A poem on Engineer (Hindi)'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5199604344169666161</id><published>2007-07-29T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:50:24.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Never propose to a SoftWare Girl...</title><content type='html'>Never propose a Testing girl since she always doubts U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a DATABASE girl since she always wants her Boyfriend to be a UNIQUE key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a C girl because she always have a tendency to BREAK the things and EXIT from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a C++ girl as u may encounter some problems in INHERITANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a JAVA girl since she always throws EXCEPTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a VB girl since she has resignation FORM with her always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a UNIX girl ,she always dump u with a core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a PASCAL girl ,she always scolds u as rascal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a COBOL girl since she may be very good in DIVISION of families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never propose a NETWORK girl since she may be very good in shooting troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better propose a girl not belonging to SOFTWARE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propose A GIRL FROM A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HARD"WARE&lt;/span&gt; FAMILY, THEN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-5199604344169666161?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5199604344169666161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5199604344169666161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-propose-to-software-girl.html' title='Never propose to a SoftWare Girl...'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-1352500583701447252</id><published>2007-07-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:38:40.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='within'/><title type='text'>From Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some of the most significant messages people deliver to one another often come in just three words. When spoken or conveyed, those statements have the power to forge new friendships, deepen old ones and restore relationships that have cooled. The following three-word phrases can enrich every relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I'LL BE THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and to us. We are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and spiritually. 'Being there' is at the very very core of civility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Perhaps more marriages could be salvaged and strengthened if couples simply and sincerely said to each other, "I miss you." This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I RESPECT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Respect is another way of showing love. Respect conveys the feeling that&lt;br /&gt;another person is a true equal. It is a powerful way to affirm the importance of a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - This phrase is highly effective in diffusing an argument and restoring&lt;br /&gt;frayed emotions. The flip side of "maybe you're right" is the humility of admitting "maybe I'm wrong." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;PLEASE FORGIVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults, foibles and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the companionship of good, close friends are those who don't take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;COUNT ON ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - "A friend is one who walks in when others walk out," Loyalty is an essential ingredient for true friendship; it is the emotional glue that bonds people. Those who are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there, indicating "you can count on me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;LET ME HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - The best of friends see a need and try to fill it. When they spot a hurt they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they pitch in and help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I UNDERSTAND YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - People become closer and enjoy each other more if they feel the other person accepts and understands them. Letting others know in so many little ways that you understand him or her is one of the most powerful tools for healing your relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;GO FOR IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; - Some of your friends may be non conformists, have unique projects and unusual hobbies. Support them in pursuing their interests. Rather than urging your loved ones to conform, encourage their uniqueness-everyone has dreams that no one else has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I suppose the 3 little words that you were expecting to see have to be reserved for those who are special; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&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/2099584450572031213-1352500583701447252?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/1352500583701447252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/1352500583701447252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-within.html' title='From Within...'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-518951887921113873</id><published>2007-07-29T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:35:37.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>A letter to Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A FATHER PASSING BY HIS SON'S BEDROOM WAS ASTONISHED TO SEE THE BED WAS NICELY MADE AND EVERYTHING WAS PICKED UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN HE SAW AN ENVELOPE PROPPED UP PROMINENTLY ON THE CENTER OF THE BED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS ADDRESSED, "DAD". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH THE WORST PREMONITION, HE OPENED THE ENVELOPE AND READ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LETTER WITH TREMBLING HANDS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DEAR DAD,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IT IS WITH GREAT REGRET AND SORROW THAT I'M WRITING THIS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I HAD TO ELOPE WITH MY NEW GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE I WANTED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TO AVOID A SCENE WITH MOM AND YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'VE BEEN FINDING REAL PASSION WITH BARBARA AND SHE IS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SO NICE EVEN WITH ALL HER PIERCING, TATTOOS, AND HER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TIGHT MOTORCYCLE CLOTHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BUT IT'S NOT ONLY THE PASSION DAD, SHE'S PREGNANT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AND BARBARA SAID THAT WE WILL BE VERY HAPPY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T CARE FOR HER AS SHE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IS MUCH OLDER THAN I, SHE ALREADY OWNS A TRAILER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IN THE WOODS AND HAS A STACK OF FIREWOOD FOR THE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHOLE WINTER. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SHE WANTS TO HAVE MANY MORE CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WITH ME AND THAT'S NOW ONE OF MY DREAMS TOO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BARBARA TAUGHT ME THAT MARIJUANA DOESN'T REALLY HURT ANYONE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AND WE'LL BE GROWING IT FOR OURSELVES AND TRADING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IT WITH HER FRIENDS FOR ALL THE COCAINE AND ECSTASY WE WANT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IN THE MEANTIME, WE'LL PRAY THAT SCIENCE WILL FIND A CURE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FOR AIDS SO BARBARA CAN GET BETTER; SHE SURE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DESERVES IT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DON'T WORRY DAD, I'M 15 YEARS OLD NOW AND I KNOW HOW TO TAKE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CARE OF MYSELF. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SOMEDAY I'M SURE WE'LL BE BACK TO VISIT SO YOU CAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GET TO KNOW YOUR GRANDCHILDREN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YOUR SON, JOHNNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; DAD, NONE OF THIS IS TRUE. I'M OVER AT THE NEIGHBOR'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HOUSE. I JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU THAT THERE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ARE WORSE THINGS IN LIFE THAN MY REPORT CARD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THAT'S IN MY DESK CENTER DRAWER. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CALL WHEN IT'S SAFE FOR ME TO COME HOME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-518951887921113873?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/518951887921113873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/518951887921113873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-dad.html' title='A letter to Dad...'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-4691719932635106338</id><published>2007-07-29T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:31:18.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>GROWING OLDER ... an Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice one, read till end .... A highly inspirational article... read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;being.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;"No seriously," I asked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she told me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;"You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change." "Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you read this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! We send these words in loving memory of ROSE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: purple;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Remember,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: red;" lang="DE"&gt;GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: purple;" lang="DE"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: red;" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tough times do not last but tough people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2099584450572031213-4691719932635106338?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4691719932635106338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4691719932635106338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/growing-older-article.html' title='GROWING OLDER ... an Article'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-7957966051691756418</id><published>2007-07-26T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:35:21.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Over and Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time has run out by itself, the act is over and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its no use in wailing, losing out on all the fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its time to realize the rising of the new sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look out... the change in them has also begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the hurt they've triggered has to be forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its true... they have no ears to hear what is hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't keep it within and have yourself remain bitten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know its not easy to enact as it is being written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let bygones be bygones, it ain't as easy as being said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this provocation, they had a platform already laid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems, the good spirits have all begun to fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These emotions and expectations ain't from some blunt blade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to expect, having lost all self-respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look around... to only see them look upon you, with disrespect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They think... you're the one who has come to infect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On every word you spurt out, they begin to suspect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they forgotten that you still exist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or with the prayer for your end they still persist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping that you be gone, like the cryptic cysts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ain't got any value... just a ruin, is what they insist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its out of question... to get back to being sane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling of going afar has come with all this pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tribulations have taken a U turn, driving the mind insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efforts to have it over and done... have all gone in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-7957966051691756418?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7957966051691756418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7957966051691756418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/over-and-done.html' title='Over and Done'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5648565157291456812</id><published>2007-07-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:29:04.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>The look in thy eyes... tells me that I'm Invisible&lt;br /&gt;It gives rise to an emotional barrier, invincible&lt;br /&gt;So confused... to go ahead, will I ever be able?&lt;br /&gt;All dreams transform to nightmares... fear remains stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is creeping in... You cannot see me&lt;br /&gt;All hopes n expectations are on a breaking spree&lt;br /&gt;Tribulations have grown... the mind ain't gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is gonna know the reason... why You cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick or a mirage... played by the mind&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just the aftermath of deeds, I've left behind&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead seems so very steeply inclined&lt;br /&gt;It will forever be a mystery... who's the one being blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true... there'll be a change once this is read&lt;br /&gt;Most probably you might forget all that is being said&lt;br /&gt;There could be a new aggravation, to be made&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that... all this being written will surely fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-5648565157291456812?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5648565157291456812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5648565157291456812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-4276770395769174212</id><published>2007-07-26T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:27:09.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Wishing YOU were here...</title><content type='html'>Wishing you were here... is all that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is parting with me, along with it... are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't know why I've been acting so dumb&lt;br /&gt;Hoping n wishing for all good things to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have been the best, when you were near&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes unclear when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;It hurts as he heart is being pierced by a spear&lt;br /&gt;Get no answer for the question... Where are you my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down the cheek... in times of your absence&lt;br /&gt;Everything turns dark... missing your essence&lt;br /&gt;Fear flows thro' the nerves, in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Showers of sadness come down in a flurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours pass by... haven't heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that heavenly tone... amidst the noise&lt;br /&gt;Miss that care n touch, you once spread with a poise&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here... would pay for it, any price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-4276770395769174212?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4276770395769174212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/4276770395769174212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/wishing-you-were-here.html' title='Wishing YOU were here...'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-5250770714586386331</id><published>2007-07-24T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:19:30.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel'/><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Feeling... there's something great about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes over, everything seems to perfectly fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once in a while... it comes alongside to sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It truly brightens up your life's skit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words remain inadequate to describe The Feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It cannot amount to the joy that it does bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it is around... the heart does happily sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A song, on hearing which... all your troubles fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Feeling... it's as simple as life can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You begin to forget all tribulations... once you've met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give into it... you'd even put your life on a bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't matter the things that you've to let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Feeling... fills you with an exceptional expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's sure to leave an everlasting impression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gives an assurance taht there's no place for repression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A passion with a truly vivacious repercussion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;8 November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099584450572031213-5250770714586386331?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5250770714586386331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/5250770714586386331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/feeling.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-7202805201541419053</id><published>2007-07-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:23:35.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's this person that I know... he's just a  dreamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's so confused, doesn't know his life is going dimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's got so many expectations, going thinner and slimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still there's in his eyes... that mystical shimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He keeps dreaming of dreams that might never come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's planning for a change that needs him to hide the blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wants to bring into his life... something totally new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing he very much dislikes... is bidding adieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dreamer... continues fighting his battles all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's sort of a person... could be forever trouble-prone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's got within, the feeling that his heart is made of stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's stuck in the middle... with a lonely tone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-7202805201541419053?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7202805201541419053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/7202805201541419053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099584450572031213.post-2766890127306574845</id><published>2007-07-24T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:24:38.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Why is it so... ?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just wonder... Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;Why do tears from the heart, as a stream down the cheek does flow?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to live life and let troubles around, to grow?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to reap weeds that others are planning to sow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so... Why do I feel that you're trying to ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something to do with the way that you see my cryptic spree?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that my self-centeredness has never let you be free?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I've never let you live life the way you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so... Why am I not able to express the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I'm always incomplete in things I'm dealing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that life seems now, so damn grueling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do and think seems so unappealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so... Why can't I hide within, all my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so frustrated without any possible invocations?&lt;br /&gt;Why does anger boil my veins, with no provocations?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I give into sadness without any convolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so... Why am I unable to help happiness, spread?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always do deeds that others always dread?&lt;br /&gt;Why is life being torn like clothe made from the weakest thread?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I understand others? Is there no place for my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Johny&lt;/span&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/2099584450572031213-2766890127306574845?l=theejohny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/2766890127306574845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099584450572031213/posts/default/2766890127306574845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theejohny.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-is-it-so.html' title='Why is it so... ?'/><author><name>The Johny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707607298406312215</uri><email>thejohny@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14284360406535855257'/></author></entry></feed>