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		<title>After a long time</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 10:24:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Iam delhi working in L&#38;T Ramboll..   now a days I dont have any desire to write any thing&#8230; I read a lot these days ..  life seems has no meaning..  fighting with life..   mind is becoming cool.. my boss is thr i cant write any more.. bye
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		<title>गुनाह</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥अगर मैं मर ही गया तोगुनाह किसको लगेगाअपने आप कोबिल्कुल नही मैं तो वहीँ करूंगाजो वक़्त कहेगाऔर वक़्त के साथ चलने वालेगुनाहगार कैसे हो सकते हैं।
मेरी जिन्दगी मे दो ही लडकी आयी हैएक तो वो जो दोस्त हैंऔर दुसरी वो जो प्रेमिका हैं।
अब ना तो दोस्त को दोस्त कहने का मन हैना प्रेमिका को प्रेमिकादोनो [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=507&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>खडे रहो</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[........................कभी सोचता हूँ जिंदा कयोंहूंमरता  कयों नहीफिर गौर करता हूँतो लगता है मैं तो जिंदा लाश ही हूँ
लोगों को चलता फिरता दिखता हूँलोगों को हँसता खेलता दिखता हूँमैं  तो जिन्दगी कि पनाह मेहर रोज एक गुनाह करते दिखता हूँ
कोई उपाय नहीकोई रास्ता नहीसोचता बहुत हूँजिन्दगी को समझाता बहुत हूँमगर जिन्दगी के इस मुकाम [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=506&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>मैं हारा</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 04:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[....................मैं हर दम ही हाराबचपन से   ले के जवानी तकबस हारा ही हाराबचपन खोयासोचा जवानी मे मस्ती होगीदिन रात एक कियापढ़ाई किलिखाई किबोझ उठायेजवानी का सज़ा धजा रथ बनायामगर ये कया जब रथ का एक पहिया देखा तोमैं एक बार फिर हार
एक पहिये ने मुझे धोखा दियामुझे नही पता थाये पहिया किसी और [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=505&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thinking of thinking?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here is a simple question. Why are you reading my blog? Your answer might be includeI am reading for1. Entertainment2. Networking3. To enhance my knowledge4. Or ego satisfactionI don’t know what is the exact reason for your reading? But hope it will be something similar to above options. Well, I assume that option no. 3 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=504&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>packet of happiness</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Moggo was one of the best students of spiritual guru Laotsey. Moggo worked very hard to get happiness in his life. He was meditating day and night for God realization. God realization was the last aim of his life. God is everything for him. Where ever he went, he kept thinking about God. God realization [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=503&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>love or infaction</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[......................Hey, my girl, I knowYou are still waiting for meNo one is yours excepts meYou keep talking only about meYour future is based on me;
Hey, my girl, I knowBut, what can I doThe only thing which hurts meWhy you hide your past to meYour past cost a lot to meIt takes my heart away from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=502&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Modify</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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ohhh&#8230;.. yeah&#8230;..we started as friendi fall in loveyou noticed, butYou never took a movei hesitated to accepti was in love you suspectYou tried to ignore meThe more you ignored the more i lovedYou were committed with some oneThat’s why you don’t like other oneVery deep down to heartYou started to me loveI was hesitant to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=501&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>नसीब</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;..&#8230;&#8230;..&#8230;&#8230;.&#8230;&#8230;.&#8230;&#8230;..ये नसीब तेरे से एक सवाल हैतुझे तो पता था कि मेरी जिन्दगी खुसी नहीफिर भी तुने कुछ और दुःख क्यों भर दिएतुझे तो पता था कि मैं सबके साथ भी तनहा हूँफिर भी तुमने मुझे भिड़ से अकेला कयों कर दियातुझे तो पता था कि मैं बहुत मुश्किल से रास्ते पे चल रह हूँफिर [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=500&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>जिंदा रहें</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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मंजिलें ही खो जाये तो हम जिंदा कैसे रहेंजितना ही हार हो जाये तो हम जिंदा कैसे रहेंजब दर्द ही दवा हो जाये तो हम जिंदा कैसे रहें
रास्ता को मंज़िल बना के हम जिंदा कयों ना रहेंहार जीत का भेद भूला के हम जिंदा कयों ना रहेंदर्द के नशे मे चूर हो के हम जिंदा [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=499&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>expectation from wife</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is really tough question for me.  What I expect from my wife? I don’t know the exact answer. If I know something today, that does not going to be remain constant till life. we changes with time. Our nature, our expectations, our choice changes as we become mature. Life is itself a lesson [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=498&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>one thing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[what I expect from love? First thing, I believe in truth. I don’t try to misguide anybody. So, anybody loving me must be truthful. Whatever the situation she must speak truth. Like if she is walking with a boy, or dating with a guy then after my asking question like what are you doing? she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=497&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>feel easy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is something personal but still I am writing with some modification. For the present context assume that I came into contact with a girl. I was with her for some time (around nine months). I started to feel attract toward her. Falling towards attraction is itself a long story, which I will describe later. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=496&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>show happy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Many people assumes that level of satisfaction is directly related to the Material beauty, physical world. I dont say that they are wrong or right. I am just writing my views regarding the satisfaction.Once time Eienstien said &#8221; You can enjoy your leasure only when you work hard&#8221;. Enjoyment of leasure certainly gives satisfaction to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=495&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>ये जिन्दगी</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/17/%e0%a4%af%e0%a5%87-%e0%a4%9c%e0%a4%bf%e0%a4%a8%e0%a5%8d%e0%a4%a6%e0%a4%97%e0%a5%80/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥
ए जिन्दगी चल तुमको दियाकिसको दिया अपने परिवार कोभाग परिवार कभी किसी का अपना हुआ हैतो फिर किसको दिया अपनी महबूबा कोभाग महबूबा से तो मेरा बिस्वास पहले ही टूट चूका हैतो फिर जरूर समाज को दिया होगाभाग कयों मज़ाक करता है समाज से मुझे कोई लगाव नही हैतब तो जरूर से यमराज को दिया [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=494&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>hurt</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The five year old son was playing with stone and sand. A stone felt on his leg by mistake. It made his leg scratched and bleeding.  He run to mother and cried “mother a stone felt on my leg.” It is hurting a lot. Mother put the medicine on scratch and replied hey my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=493&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Three options</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have three only options for my life.1. Do suicide2. Live alone३. Marry 
When ever I am depressed, generally it happens in the morning or time when I try to recollect memories. I find my self completely help less. I don’t find any strength for life. Nothing impresses me. Nothing attracts me. In those moments [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=492&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Guilt and Fear</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a girl named Guilt। In the same city there was a boy named fear. By the God grace both fell in love. But the girl “Guilt “was not feeling well because she has past relation with someone. On other hand the boy “Fear” was also not feeling good due to her past. Both [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=491&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>जीने के लिए</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥॥
हर पल वक्त करे मुझसे सवालतुम जीते हो किसके लिएतुम्हारे जीने का मतलब है क्यामतलब के बिना जिन्दगी अधूरी हैमैं चुप हूँअगर दे दूं जवाब तो मच जाये बबालमैं जीता हूँ जीने के लिएजीना ही जिन्दगी का मतलब हैमाना कि मेरी जिन्दगी अधूरी हैमगर जिन्दगी को समझने के लिएजीना बहुत जरूरी है
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		<title>दांत गया</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[दिन मे पांच दस मिनट सो लेना सही रहताहैं। अभी खाया अभी सोया। खाने के बाद मुझे आराम चाहिऐ । भाड़ भाड़ मे जाये दुनिया , भाड़ मे जाये काम धाम , भाड़ मे जाये दोस्त यार मुझे सोना है तो सोना है। काम धाम का कोई खास मतलब नही है। सबको तो एक दिन [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=489&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>द्वंद</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[कभी कभी सोचता हूँ भारत लॉट के ही कया कर लूँगा। साला हर चीज़ मे हुज्जत । सभी लोग तो स्वार्थी हैं। जिसको देखो वहीँ हमारे प्रगति से जल रहा है। कोई आगे बढ़ता हुआ नही देखना चाहता है। पिछला २७ साल तो बर्बाद किये ही हैं। अब जिन्दगी का कुछ पल शांति से जी [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=488&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>तिकडम</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[नही मेरी बहन नही । मैं भारत इस लिए नही आ रहा हूँ कयों कि मुझे मुम्मी पापा से प्यार है। हाँ  तुम तीनो बहनो से मुझे प्यार है इस बात को इंकार नही कर सकता हूँ। तुम्लोगों को खुस देखना चाहता हूँ। जहाँ तक इस गरीब से जो बन पड़ा है मैंने किया [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=487&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>पढूं या सोचूँ</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[आप ही बतायीए पढे कि छोड़ दें। आजकल कोई भी किताब उठाते हैं दो चार पन्ना पढते हैं फिर मुं न के रख देते हैं। नींद कि बात नही हैं। हमे ऐसे भी नींद बहुत कम आता हैं। बात है विचार कि बात है परिवर्तन कि । बात गम्भीर हैं सो आप थोडा सरलता से [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=486&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>cycle</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>अकेलापन</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[नही मैं खड़ा रहूँगा । चलने दो आंधी । आने तो बारिस। मैं नही डरता बारिस से। सबको देख लूँगा। जो हो रहा है सब झेल लूँगा। जब इतने दिनों तक सब झेला ही है तो आगे भी झेल लूँगा । साला जिन्दगी मे अब बचा ही क्या है। जैसे आएगी वैसे जी लूँगा। मानता [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=483&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>फुलंगी</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/13/%e0%a4%ab%e0%a5%81%e0%a4%b2%e0%a4%82%e0%a4%97%e0%a5%80/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[एक बंदर था बड़ा ही मुरूख रोज़ की तरह उस दिन भी वो ताड के पेड़ के उपर चढ़ और उतर कर रहा था बस एक ही काम सुबह से शाम तक । पेड़ पेर चढो और फिर उतारो। अभी पेड के निचे और अभी पेड के उपर। एक राहगीर महाशय उधर से गुजर रहे [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=435&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>कोयला</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/13/%e0%a4%95%e0%a5%8b%e0%a4%af%e0%a4%b2%e0%a4%be/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मुझे लगता है मेरी जिन्दगी मेरे हाथ से निकली जा रही है। नही नही निकल तो पहले ही चुकी है। जिन्दगी का तो बैंड बाजा उसी दिन बज गया था जिस दिन कि मेरी प्रेमिका ने मुझे धोखा दिया था। ऐसे तो कभी कभी मन बहुत अच्छा रहता हैं मगर जैसे ही इस बात का [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=434&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>समस्या</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मेरे एक मित्र हैं
पंजाब से आये हैं
कनाडा मे रहते हैं
शादी शुदा हैं
कहने लगे भारत मे मायाबती अजब गजब कर रही हैं
आरक्षण के नाम पर कुछ जयादा ही शोर कर रही हैं
मैंने बोला
वो तो इंडिया मे शोर कर रही है, चलेगा
मगर आपकी बातें हमे कनाडा मे बोर कर रही हैं, ये नही चलेगा
आप इंडिया का जब [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=433&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>डंका</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[भाई साहब बडे दिनों से आपसे इक बात कहने का मन था मगर धयान नही रहा इसीलिये कह नही पाए। एक दो बार और इस बारे मे ख़याल आया हैं मगर कभी इस बारे मे लिखने को नही सोचा सो मुद्दा वहीँ का वहीँ पड़ा रह गया। अभी जब मैं एक लेख पढ़ रहा था [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=432&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>पी एच डी</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मेंने पूछा
विधार्थी जी आप अमेरिका मे पी एच डी कयों करते हैं ।
और जब सचमुच मे पी एच डी ही करते हो
तो फिर भारतीय कहलाने से इतना डरते कयों हो ।
विधार्थी जी बोले
शांति से जिन्दगी बिताने के लिए
आराम से परिवार चलाने के लिए
वैज्ञानिक के नाम पर विदेश का चक्कर लगाने के लिए
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		<title>quit blogging</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>writing tips</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are two ways of writing. One way, you think, then sit and then jot it down. What ever you think that particular day write down in the evening or at maximum next morning. This is a good way of writing. But there is a demerit. I don’t know about other. Whether they feel it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=429&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>स्वार्थी पुत्र</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[अभी मेरे एक मित्र जी अपनी माँ से बहुत ग़ुस्सा ग़ुस्सा के बात कर रहे हैं। बात तो फ़ोन पे कर रहे हैं मगर लगता हैं सामने ही माँ को डाट रहे हैं। बहुत ही ग़ुस्सा भरी आवाज़ मे फ़ोन पे बात कर रहे हैं। मेरा कमरा उनके कमरे से लगभग ५ मीटर कि दूरी [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=428&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>फल</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/%e0%a4%ab%e0%a4%b2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मेरे पास दो विकल्प हैं या तो तुमसे शादी करूं या तो तुमसे शादी नही करूं। मुझे जहाँ तक लगता है तुम अभी भी मेरा इन्तजार कर रही हो। अगर इन्तजार नही कर रही हो तो मेरे ये सब लिखने का कोई मतलब नही है। ऐसे भी जिस दिन से तुमने मेरे साथ धोखा किया [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=427&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>लेखक बनो</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/%e0%a4%b2%e0%a5%87%e0%a4%96%e0%a4%95-%e0%a4%ac%e0%a4%a8%e0%a5%8b/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[एक बार एक बिद्यार्थी ने प्रेमचंद से पूछा, हे कथा सम्राट प्रेमचंद जी हम लेखक बनाना चाहते हैं। आप मुझे कुछ टिप्स और ट्रिक्स बतायीए । प्रेमचंद जी ने बालक को  समझाते हुए बोला, हे बालक  सब कुछ बनना मगर लेखक कभी ना बनना। लेखक भगवान् कि सबसे खराब कृति है। बिदयार्थी जी [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=426&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>कला अभ्यास</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[कला को सिखने का एक ही उपाय है। अभ्यास करो। ख़ूब अभ्यास करो। दिन रात एक कर दो। कला मे निखार तभी आता है जब आप उस कला को ख़ूब मन लगा के करते हैं। खाना पीना हसना रोना गाना- बज़ाना भूलना ही कला है। जब हर दिन एक नया दिन लगे , जब रूटीन [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=425&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Single man factory</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A freshly graduate student went to the counseling centre for career advice. He was confused about his career. Career counselor asked to the graduate student what you want to do in your life.Grad Student – I want to open a factory.Counselor – how much money do you have?Grad Student – only 6000 rupees.Grad student – [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=424&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Station or destination</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, these gems you can find at the origin of river Ganga,”the saint said to gold smith. These gems are very precious,”the gold smith replied.” He started his journey at the bank of river Ganga. He was walking along the bank of Ganga. He covered some distance, took some water in hand and drank. No [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=423&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>ब्लैक ब्लोग</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a peculiar blogger in the blog land. He wrote first blog, he wrote second blog, he wrote third one, he continued till tenth blog. At the end of tenth days he deleted all his blog.
Once again he started his fresh journey. He wrote first blog, got commented, wrote second blog, no comment, wrote [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=422&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Happiness Myth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a woman, her name was Myth. She gave birth of twin son. Mother Myth wanted their son to growth in different surrounding, so she sends one son in the country of happiness and other one in the country of unhappiness.
The son who went to the country of happiness learned all the culture from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=421&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a sculptor in Himalaya. He was casting his images from stones. He was working there from three year. His work was selecting good quality stone, cutting them properly, give them shape of God and give final finishing touch. He worked very hard whole day and took rest in the night। One day, he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=420&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Plant or build</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There were two kids. The teacher asked to the first kid what you want to be in your life. He replied I wanted to an engineer. An engineer who builds the buildings. The teacher asked to the second boy what you want to be in your life. He replied- I wanted to be a gardener.Both [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=419&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>पैकेट ऑफ़ लाइफ</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a man living in a remote village. He was having dream to go Varanasi some time. He collected a lot of money in his life time in a hope that he will fulfill his dream one day. He learned all the tips and tricks of the life. His old age came and he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=418&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>अकेले हैं ?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[आदमी को ये अहसास होना कि वो अकेले हैं बहुत जरूरी हैं। जब तक आपको इस बात का अहसास नही है तब तक आप दुसरी दुनिया मे जी रहे हैं। दुसरी दुनिया कहने का मतलब है कि अगर आपको अकेलेपन का अहसास नही है तो फिर आपको पता नही कि आप के जन्म का कया [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=417&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Too much picture</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Four friends made a one day plan for a tour. They left for trip around six o’clock in the morning. One of them has digital camera and very exited for trip. His parents recently arranged his marriage. His fiancée is in India and boy is touring in Canada. So, photograph is only option of showing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=416&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Break the rule</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/05/break-the-rule/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time a spiritual master was crossing the state of king Ashoka. In the way, he saw a slave is crying and weeping. The master stopped and asked what your age is? The slave replied I am of forty years old. Master replied it’s not the time to cry. This is the age [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=415&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eleven comment</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/08/04/eleven-comment/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day a blogger complained to God,” hey God I write a lot of article but nobody comments on that।” What can I do to get attention of people? God replied,”Ok, blogger from today onwards you will get comment for every article. From that day what ever he wrote, he got around eleven comments. He [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=414&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eleven month</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A fresh graduate from IIT Kanpur joined a soft ware company.During first eleven month training period he was exited about his work। Every day, he was learning some thing new. He was happy. After training he joined for his job. He was given to write code for some software. Almost every day he has to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=413&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Writing tip no 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are three possibilities। Either you can write on computer or your can type with the help of type writer or you can jot it down on your note book. These days type writer is out of market. Even in museum, it is very difficult to find a type writer. So type writer is out [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=412&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>11 inch</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The whole world revolves around 11 inch. Why most of the people work so hard just because of 11 inch. Why people are running for money and luxury because of 11 inch. Why every woman is running for lipsticks, earrings, jeans and perfume again 11 inch.  Why film industry is full of glamour just [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=411&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>एक और गाली</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ऐसे सामान्यतः मैं किसी का ब्लोग नही पढता हूँ। साला सबके ब्लोग मे एक ही बात । जिसको देखो वहीँ समाज को गालिया रहा है। यार मैं तो गाली सुनते सुनते पक गया हूँ। ये ब्लोग्बाजी का धन्धा समाज को गलियाने के लिए ही खुला है कया। यार जब इतना ही गलियाने का मन है [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=410&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Relationship: no meaning</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever questioned that “Is you relationship is as good as it should be?” Do you know that ‘Is your marriage successful?” Do you not think you both have bounded to each other by the rope of marriage? Do you not think that you have lost your natural tendency for the shake of relation? [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=409&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Create Happiness</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there was a farmer. He wanted to grow the plants of happiness. He went to the market and brought the best quality of seeds. The shopkeeper convinced him that these seeds are best seed available in the market, germinate fast and create three times happiness in a small amount if time. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=408&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>marrige or begging</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there were two beggars begging around famous temple of the city. One was male and another was female. Female beggar was blind so she sat in a corner. Generally very few people noticed her so she got very few money per day. She was not able to arrange her dinner and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=407&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>मैल</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[कभी कभी सोचता हूँ तो लगता हैं क्या मिला मुझे जिन्दगी मे।वर्तमान जिन्दगी मे ना तो कोई उल्लास है और ना ही जीने कि इच्छा । जब आदमि के जिने कि इच्छा खतम हो जये तो आदमी बुड्ढा हो जाता है । मै तो जवानि मे हि बुढा हो गया । ज़माने को नही दिखेगा [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=374&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wife role</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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John and Ken both was twin son of Joanna. Mother Joanna loved her son most in the world. She gave equal amount of love to both. She sends them in same day-care. When child became young she sends them in same school. Both brothers are almost similar. They did equally well in examination. Their [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=373&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>एक और दिन</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[जब भी कोई मेरी बड़ाई करता है मैं खुस हो जाता हू. आजकल उस समय मेरा नया जनम होता हैं । हर दिन मैं कई बार मरता हूँ और हर दिन मैं कई बार जनम लेटा हूँ। जीने मरने कि यह प्रकिर्या पिछले कई महिनो से चल रहा है। अभी सुबह से एकदम से मरा [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=371&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Logical Acceptance</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is very easy to say that accept the life as it is. What is the point of brooding over past. What is the point of keep crying those incidents which was not in my control? What is the point of wasting your present in memory of past. I agree. I know all these sentences [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=369&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Living in present</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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The mother served the plate to his son. The plate was having rice, curry, vegetable and some sweets. The obedient son started to eat. Mother sat beside him. The son kept his sweets at the edge of plate and started to eat other stuffs. Mother intervened in his dinner and said “why not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=368&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>टेस्ट</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[आप अपनी बीबी से प्यार करते हैं या फिर सेक्स इस बात को  पता करने का एक नुक्सा मैं बता सकता हूँ। बात थोडा सा असलिल है मगर कया करें लिखने का मन कर रहा है इसी लिए लिख देता हूँ। आप हमको जितना गाली देना हो दे लीजिये मगर मुझे मन किया सो [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=367&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Preaching</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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It was around three months back when I started to write. At that time I did not know what I should write? I just wrote what ever came to my mind. Neither my English vocabulary is very good nor is my grammar very good. Still I continued to write. I got comments and felt very [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=366&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Interpretation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[InterpretationHow do you see the world is depends upon who you are? In this article we are going to discuss an important point of daily life। Have you ever observed that same street looks some day very beautiful and same street looks very ugly another day, same pedestrian looks enthusiastic some day and the same [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=365&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मै पिछ्ले कई दिनो से बलोग बज़ी कर रहा हू । इसी फ़िराक मे कुछ पैसा बैसा का जुगार हो जयेगा । नही नही मै जूथ बोल रहा हू । पैसा का तो बहाना है । सही बात तो ये है कि मै इस जाल मे फ़स गया हू । निकलने का कोइ रास्ता हि [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=364&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>बस जीते जाओ</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/26/%e0%a4%ac%e0%a4%b8-%e0%a4%9c%e0%a5%80%e0%a4%a4%e0%a5%87-%e0%a4%9c%e0%a4%be%e0%a4%93/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[बस जिते जाओनही मैं मरूंगा नही, मैं जिंदा रहूँगा । मैं अपने लिए नही तो लोगों के लिए जिन्दा रहूगा। लोग मुझे बहुत प्यार करते हैं, लोग मुझे बहुत आदर करते हैं, लोग मेरे से बात करना पसन्द करते हैं, लोग मुझे पार्टी मे बुलाते हैं। मैं लोगों का मनोरंजन करता हूँ. बदले मे लोग [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=304&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>पोंगा पंथी राम</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[चलिये साहब आप से एक सवाल पूछते हैं। अगर आप से पूछा     जाये  कि क्या आप एक वेश्या से शादी कर लेंगें , तो आपका कया जवाब होगा। पहले तो आप को कुछ समझ मे ही नही आएगा कि कया पूछ दिया । फिर आप एक मिनट रुकेंगें फिर तुरंत [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=303&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>झुनझुना</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[मुझे ये बात समझ मे नही आती कि कोई किसी का ब्लोग क्यों पढता हैं। सब के सब मूरख हैं। शत प्रतिशत बुद्धू। क्या हो जाएगा ये ब्लोग लिखने और पढने से । आज से चार साल पहले दुनिया नही थी कया ? जब ये ब्लोग   बाजी नही था आदमी भूखा था कया [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=301&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Why other woman?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why other woman?
 What is the core desire of a human being in this life? To love and to be loved, that’s it. Even if, you love some body or not but still you keeping hoping for loved. We all are selfish in deep inside.  Why all this business of prostitution going on, why [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=299&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>शेर या गीदड़</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/25/%e0%a4%b6%e0%a5%87%e0%a4%b0-%e0%a4%af%e0%a4%be-%e0%a4%97%e0%a5%80%e0%a4%a6%e0%a4%a1%e0%a4%bc/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[साहब आप अपने बच्चे को क्या बनाना चाहते है। दो उत्तर हैं &#8211; शेर या गीदड़ । आप कहेंगें ये कैसा सवाल हैं। कौन बेबकूफ बाप होगा जो अपने बच्चे को गीदड़ बनाना चाहेगा। मगर साहब दुर्भाग्य इसी बात का है कि आप ना चाहते हुए भी अपने बच्चे को गीदड़ बना रहे हैं। मैं [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=298&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[साहब मैं पैसा के लिए लिखता हूँ। अगर गलती से कभी आप मेरी गली से गुजरिये तो दो चार क्लिक ब्लिक मार दीजियेगा। भीख मँगाने का ये तरीका बहुत ही अच्छा हैं। भगवन उद्धार करे इस गूगल बाबा का जो हमलोगों का कटोरा भरेगा। एक दो क्लीक से आपका कुछ नही जाएगा। अगर कुछ जाएगा [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=240&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>will you be happy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[will you be happy
As i was thinking i came across a strange question. one day, i was chatting with a girl. she is polite and nice by nature. she is good. we were talking about marriage. i asked one question to her, when and to whom , you are going to marry? she replied, i [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=482&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Pictorial Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Pictorial Journey
Sonu &#8211; Papa, where is America?Papa &#8211; It is in the other part of earth. Seven ocean apart from India.Sonu &#8211; Papa my friend Bittu says that America is just below the India. He was saying that if I dig a well in the earth, we will eventually land in American. And papa [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=481&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Gift Pack</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/the-gift-pack-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Why you hurtled me? You knew from the beginning all this, then, why you hurtled me? Asking these questions to himself, “Yasar switched on the computer. No, he doesn’t want to work. Why he will work? For whom he will work? What is the use of working? Nobody is mine in this world. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=480&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I am alone</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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10.00 AM office time. Shashank came to office and kept his bag beside the table. Taking a little break , he switch the computer. He checked out the box against IP address and the outlook  mail box is now open in front of his eyes. There is no any important message today. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=479&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Don’t Read this Article?</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/don%e2%80%99t-read-this-article-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Don’t Read this Article?
Don’t read this article, I strictly say don’t read read this article. It may cause bad impact on your mental health. Still reading. A waste of time. I say once again it is totally waste of time. I ask a question have I ever read anything written by you? My answer- Never. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=478&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Marry or not to Marry?</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/marry-or-not-to-marry-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marry or not to Marry?
Bittu and Soni were playing with dolls in the courtyard. Bittu with his own king doll and Soni with her own queen doll. Doll made up of soil, a doll without life, but Soni and Bittu has put their lives in these dolls to make them alive for themselves. Perhaps these [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=477&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Symen: Go Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Symen: Go Back
(The journey of life)
1-866-37354-2623 hello, you are welcome to Reliance India call, Dial your Account Number followed by four digit pin code. He dialed 1-999-968-4536. An automatic computer voice message from other side came.  You have dialed 1-999-968-4536. You have 70 more minutes to talk. Dial your phone number followed by country [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=476&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A writer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Do you still remember Yaksha question answer episode from MAHABHARAT? your answer &#8211; No, I dont remeber. why not you remeber?  I ask again why not you remember? you have to remember. well, review, the whole conversastion of Yaksha and Yudhisthir in this story. It was a sunny beautiful day. Eldest son of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=475&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Daily Stuffs</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Morning 5 O’clock, Puskar got up. Ohm, ohm, ohm, Hari ohm, hari ohm, hari ohm. He was chanting Hari ohm, Hari Ohm but his mind was running on his blog, the blog which he wrote last night. Puskar is hoping, not hoping he is almost confident that some body must have read his blog, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=474&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Confused Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Keep it – this is all, what I have with you. Saying this, he handed his autobiography, no…. no…..no…. it’s not an autobiography, it is a  document, a document of  collections of his memory and sentiments of last nine months, a proof of all his sleepless night, a report of answering the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=473&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Past is past.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Is there anybody, I say once again, any body, who lives for the moment, for the present, &#8211; Shiv challenged to the community hall. A lot of hand dangled in the air accepting the challenge. Seeing all these dangling hands, Shiv smiled and replied-I say nobody, nobody lives in present. You all are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=472&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Keep Writing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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No, not today. No, no, not today, one week later, just one more week. Wait for one week, after that you will have ample of free time, free, complete free. All tension of work and mental tension will be released, you will be free, complete free, free from all tasks, free from all duties. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=471&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>आओ खोज करें</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/%e0%a4%86%e0%a4%93-%e0%a4%96%e0%a5%8b%e0%a4%9c-%e0%a4%95%e0%a4%b0%e0%a5%87%e0%a4%82-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[आओ खोज करें
(How they decide topic of research)
I have to do something for Canada, i have to do something, my dream &#8211; “Every person should have sufficient power”, More power, More power &#8211; Ken brooded. Mr. Ken Bownman, The Director, Nuclear power plant at Toronto, a person with  power mind, a person completely devoted [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=470&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Crap-Ass Job</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/crap-ass-job-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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I am looking for a crap ass Job. No….. No…..  it’s not truth, I am not looking, I am in a hope that somebody will come to me and say that you have this job. I don’t have any patience to search a job, I don’t want to struggle now, that’s over, and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=469&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tell Me Why?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
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(personal, reader might not be able to understand anything)W hy, where ever I go your face comes in flash back, I ask why?  Why you comes without my summons. Why you came at Toronto airport, why you came when I was travelling in car, why I kissed you, why I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=468&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Was it True Love Or..?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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All India Medical Sciences,New Delhi , third floor, Room No. 334 A, one person is waiting outside the room near the door. The person seems to be static in nature, not much worried for result of his  patient,  silent   face, wearing simple clothes, a stable look, hands [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=467&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>BestOfIndya</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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One day, I was traveling in the evening. I was walking and looking the trees, the pond the mountain, the forest. I was watching the nature beauty and enjoying the sound of birds. I became so much engrossed in the imagination that I forgot my way, my direction of to travel.By chance, I entered into [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=466&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ready Made</title>
		<link>http://nismar.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/ready-made-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Is the bomb ready, ”Ken Bownman the chief scientist of NASA asked to his colleague.” Almost ready sir,” the staff replied.” Is every bacteria in proper condition? Are you guys hundred percent sure that it will completely annihilate the mental condition of those human? I don’t care if they go to comma stage after [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=465&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Heart Clinic</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Heartily speaking this article, I am not writing for my rank increment or not for comment purpose or even not for readership. On the opposite side, I want fewer readerships for this article. If some body finds reading interesting that’s the blessing for me. I pray to God that no body will find [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=464&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Causality</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Mother &#8211; Sleep my son, sleep.Son- No mother, I will not sleep. Tell me a story, then only I will sleep.Mother (with a slight anger)- Sleep my good boy, otherwise ghost will come.Son- No, mother tell me story. Tell me story.Mother- Which story, I don’t have any new story, I have already told you all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=463&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thanks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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T hanks God. Thanks for not giving me so much memory. Thanks that I remember only few incidence. Now I am very happy that I have little memory. If I would have more memory then I have been hurtled more myself. Thanks that what ever memory I have is in negative context. Every memory says [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=462&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>She Comes.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Rohit &#8211; See my face Arun, how it is looking?”
 Arun &#8211; Hey Rohit, what you did with your face. New experiment with your own face. What you pasted on whole face?Rohit &#8211; Oh, Arun, it is due to Sun God. It is the blessing of Sun God. These days Sun God is very [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=461&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Jungle Raj</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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350 A, King street,                                  Microsoft head officeNew YorkB6T563
Sir, Lion is waiting out side the room ,”the personal assistance of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=460&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Acceptance</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Now, I got the motivation for writing. From today morning, not morning, I am lying, from yesterday night; I am sitting in my bed keeping laptop in my lap and trying to write some article. Wait some time surf internet, then write, my mind said to me. My fingers obeyed the mind order and keep [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=459&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Performance</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Pusan -Hey, Gaurav let us come. Dinner is ready.Gaurav &#8211; Ok, Pusan, Just a second please, I am writing a email and then coming.Pusan &#8211; these days you are writing a lot of emails. It seems something is going on. Who is the girl, let me know too friend. Don’t keep so secret.Gaurav &#8211; No [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=458&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Internal Editor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Reading is necessary for writing. Writing after reading! What do you mean? Copy paste of ideas, stealing the ideas. No, no I don’t mean that. I am saying to take inspiration from reading. I am saying not to steal ideas. Some time it happens that you become bored with writing. Hey bore is not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=457&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Internal Reader</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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How many readers do you have? Hey, I am not talking about Acrobat reader. I am talking about you as a reader. Every body has two readers, the first one outer reader meaning mind as a reader; the second one, the inner reader, the soul as a reader. Do we always use both readers [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=456&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Inauguration</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Today, that’s it. Today, i will start. Now i have to live for myself. Over,it’s over, living for other is over. Living for other is not a life at all. Living for other means slave of other. I born alone and i have to depart alone from this world. Then what is meaning of all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=455&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Talk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Amar – congratulation, you bought the new laptop.Puskar – thanks Amar. Yes, I bought today itself. It is of $650.Amar – what is the configuration?Puskar – 80GB hard disk and 512 MB RAM.Sushan – Nice, Puskar, good laptop, looking nice. How is the speed?Puskar – Not bad. I mean it is running properly.Amar – or, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=454&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Revenue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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We don’t need newspaper any more, close the press, “the chief editor of ” Chitralekha Times” ordered in outburst.” What happened sir? Why are you so much angry today, “the associate editor requested.”
Chief Editor replied in outburst – I am frustrated with editing career. The same news, the same story, the same advertisement from last [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=453&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Day.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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How will i live my life? Broken heart, no need to live the life. It is very difficult to live the life. Why i will live, for whom i will live, what is the meaning of life. No, No i will not die i have to live. What is my age, half life gone [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=452&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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