<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:41:22.025+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puttolika...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Chokh-er dekha jaak furiye..khoti kichhu nai..Shopno dekhar nai Shimana..dekhei jabo tai"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112634599621563911</id><published>2005-09-10T15:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:53:16.220+06:00</updated><title type='text'>As i look back . . .</title><content type='html'>When i look up&lt;br /&gt;I see the crystal blue sky&lt;br /&gt;When i look down&lt;br /&gt;I see the tears falling&lt;br /&gt;As i look back&lt;br /&gt;I see your image&lt;br /&gt;That played with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the most&lt;br /&gt;Painful and precious moments&lt;br /&gt;Still makes me love you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know why i'm&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you still&lt;br /&gt;Even you are so far&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think&lt;br /&gt;But babe you are sterling&lt;br /&gt;Look i still remember&lt;br /&gt;Your shiny tiny dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;They make me think about you&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that happened&lt;br /&gt;I realise that i'm&lt;br /&gt;Deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, you never gave me&lt;br /&gt;A chance to show you&lt;br /&gt;How much i care&lt;br /&gt;Loving you means a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she realise my love . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112634599621563911?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112634599621563911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112634599621563911' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112634599621563911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112634599621563911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-i-look-back.html' title='As i look back . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112603609059684280</id><published>2005-09-07T01:43:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:48:10.606+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Equations:...........Lolz!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. SSC + HSC + BTech + MBA = UNEMPLOYMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. An Idea + An Idiot = A Dot com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One Chinese gymnast = India's Gold Medal tally since 1896 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Sushmita Sen - 1.2 feet = Salman Khan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Special Effects in Shampoo ads = Special effects in Jurassic park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. 4 weeks in Switzerland + London + New Zealand + Canada = a 4 minute songin Hindi movie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Ajay Devgan + cosmetic surgery + acting ability + personality + ownproduction company = Kajol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Rona dhona x Bewafai x Badle ki aag = Your mum's favorite serials.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Amitabh Bachchan - Mrityudaata + Kaun Baneg a Crorepati = A SUPERSTAR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Amitabh Bachchan + Jaya Bachchan - Talent = Abhishek Bachchan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Any actor + Any actress + many movies = David Dhawan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. 1 smile + 32 teeth = Govinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. 1 person - shirt = Salman Khan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. 1 person + straight hair + un-straight walk = Sanjay Dutt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. 1 hand + 10 kg weight = Sunny Deol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. One engagemen t + Two weddings + Three wedding songs + Four hundredRelatives + A house bigger than Buckingham Palace = One sooraj Barjataya Film&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.... This one is the best of all..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Software Engineer + No Work = Forwards :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO SAYS NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE...... I HAVE DONE NOTHING IN MY LIFE....... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112603609059684280?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112603609059684280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112603609059684280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603609059684280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603609059684280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/equationslolz.html' title='Equations:...........Lolz!!!!'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112603179918286556</id><published>2005-09-07T00:14:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:41:07.236+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondhu Tomar Pother Shathike Chine Niyo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondhu tomar Pother shathike chine nio...&lt;br /&gt;Moner majhete Chirodin tare deke niyo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhulona Tarey dekey nite tumi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondhu tomar Pother shathike chine nio...&lt;br /&gt;Moner majhete Chirodin tare deke niyo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khushir Kheyale Paal Tule jeo Chirodin..&lt;br /&gt;Hashi ar gaane Shodh kore jeo Joto reeen...&lt;br /&gt;Smritir Pot'ete joto Byatha achey Bhule jeyo...&lt;br /&gt;Bhulona Tarey dekey nite tumi&lt;br /&gt;Bondhu tomar Pother shathike chine nio... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moner majhete Chirodin tare deke niyo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shomukhey Royechey Poth ...Chole jao chole jao....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pichone Ja kichu taaney ...phele jao phele jao....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alor poroshey Bhor hoye jabe ei raat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Konodin bhule cheronako bhulonako ei haat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhul haranor dine take tumi shathe nio..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhulona Tarey dekey nite tumi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondhu tomar Pother shathike chine nio...&lt;br /&gt;Moner majhete Chirodin tare deke niyo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32797416@N00/40883980/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Hongsho" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/40883980_034bab1287.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112603179918286556?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112603179918286556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112603179918286556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603179918286556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603179918286556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/bondhu-tomar-pother-shathike-chine.html' title='Bondhu Tomar Pother Shathike Chine Niyo....'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112603043875575930</id><published>2005-09-07T00:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:13:58.756+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Love!   ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Never allow your partner or yourself to denigrate the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have personal respect and consideration for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves respect and love, but you can't expect to get it unless you give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you allow your partner to disparage you, expect to hear other damaging words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are willing to accept is exactly what you're going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be compassionate, understanding, forgiving and merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, kindness, consideration and thoughtfulness can never be in short demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a person use names or words to hurt or degrade you or your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vow to protect yourself from thoughtless, rude, mean or punishing behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If destructive words are being used, for whatever the reason, it must Stop. If not, a relationship can't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've reacted you can then be proactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A controlled mouth shows a controlled mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use words for empowerment, encouragement and positive recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for respect. Quietly demand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your lover, partner, parent or friend can't exhibit self control over their mouth, seriously consider looking elsewhere for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick an appropriate the time to discuss important issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is particularly true if there is an emotional charge where feelings of anger or vexation need to be vented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never enter into discussion of personal, private or intimate issues in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until you have privacy and the time to tackle issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person makes a mistake, or does something that disappoints or angers you, belittlement or badmouthing them in front of others will only lead to further resentment, anger and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to discuss things in bed just before sleep, or while getting ready for bed is simply thoughtless, inconsiderate and a remedy for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to discuss anything when the other person won't cooperate or take the time to talk is a waste of time. If necessary make a date to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person keeps on delaying or avoiding conversation or discussion on issues that are important or significant to you, you may need to put it in writing and place it in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking is good for closure of some issues. And, unless allowed, will create a wound that won't close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never truly waste your thoughts and words on the separated or departed. Life and thought continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance doesn't just exist, you must make it happen. You must make a sincere effort to keep it alive to help your relationship flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things count, it doesn't have to be a dozen roses and champagne all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite piece of candy in a pocket or a little note can mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commit yourself to do something romantic every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show it. Demonstrate it. It's the accumulative total of all the little things that in end adds up to a super special love and romance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Collected from Shadeshi_Bandhu Group)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112603043875575930?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112603043875575930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112603043875575930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603043875575930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603043875575930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/rules-of-love.html' title='Rules of Love!   ..'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112603022143451129</id><published>2005-09-07T00:06:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:10:21.436+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and delusion . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you take a moment,&lt;br /&gt;To look inside your own heart,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find love..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the very next moment,&lt;br /&gt;If you search your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find passion..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many moments,&lt;br /&gt;From that day you were born,&lt;br /&gt;Till that last breath you shed..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every breath you take,&lt;br /&gt;And shed out in to the space,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of love..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard it could hurt,&lt;br /&gt;If some one tells you now,&lt;br /&gt;It's a delusion you are after..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the courage,&lt;br /&gt;Or a mind open enough,&lt;br /&gt;To think whether it is true . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112603022143451129?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112603022143451129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112603022143451129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603022143451129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112603022143451129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-delusion.html' title='Love and delusion . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112602995063025888</id><published>2005-09-07T00:03:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:05:50.636+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Broken Heart . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pain.. Tension.. Fatigue..&lt;br /&gt;Depression..&lt;br /&gt;Anger, Aggression, Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;All these unwanted sensations -&lt;br /&gt;Burning, hurting, tearing.&lt;br /&gt;My heart alone, cold and fearing.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you let me sleep, let me rest,&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget&lt;br /&gt;To eradicate, eliminate, destroy all my regrets..?&lt;br /&gt;These memories inside, swirling, twirling,&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to reside in the corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating, resisting, insisting -&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to be denied its recognition&lt;br /&gt;Of its position in my&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, Confusion, Delusion.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to close my eyes and let time fly by,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;By forgetting these dreams driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Unfocused, unclear, out of control,&lt;br /&gt;My world spinning, spinning, spinning,&lt;br /&gt;My sanity flying through the door.&lt;br /&gt;My reason, my logic, oh, it's tragic,&lt;br /&gt;Like fine sands running through my hands,&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112602995063025888?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112602995063025888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112602995063025888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112602995063025888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112602995063025888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/confessions-of-broken-heart.html' title='Confessions of a Broken Heart . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112595283541835963</id><published>2005-09-06T02:34:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:40:35.420+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chokher Dekha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32797416@N00/40410059/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/40410059_18020fe831.jpg" width="500" height="23" alt="bÑh" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32797416@N00/40556913/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/40556913_5960ccb3cb.jpg" width="500" height="346" alt="2742873" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32797416@N00/40410059/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/40410059_18020fe831.jpg" width="500" height="23" alt="bÑh" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112595283541835963?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112595283541835963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112595283541835963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595283541835963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595283541835963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/chokher-dekha.html' title='Chokher Dekha...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112595234463215948</id><published>2005-09-06T02:29:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:32:24.633+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature..The Best Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32797416@N00/40553973/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/40553973_93cd317764_o.jpg" width="369" height="546" alt="1693231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted This picture with an artistic view! Please dont take it otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112595234463215948?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112595234463215948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112595234463215948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595234463215948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595234463215948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/naturethe-best-teacher.html' title='Nature..The Best Teacher'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112595133314377457</id><published>2005-09-06T02:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:15:33.146+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hide your feelings if u don't want to lose someone . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a story of a man.. Who always kept his feelings towards his friend. Until the day she got married.. He decided to tell her the truth and.. She felt that it's a good joke for her wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a story of a man.. Who has never told his wife how much he loves her.. Until the day she passed away. Until now, he keeps sending flowers to her grave everyday.. With thousand kisses on the card saying &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I love you".&lt;/span&gt; Would she be able to know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet, there is a story of a girl.. Who always needed a warm hug from her daddy. But she was too shy to ask for.. Until the day he can never hug her any more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A lot of stories happen everyday. You could know what had happened yesterday. How can you be sure what will happen tomorrow? Think of something you never say. Are you waiting until the day? Just say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" I love you.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you like to get out from a noisy party and walk together outside only.. with that someone, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are together with that someone, you pretend to ignore him/her. But when that someone is not around you, you might look around to find him/her. At that moment, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention .. might go only to that someone. Then, you are in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you look at a group picture, you might rather look for that special someone (to know who was next to him/her or how he/she look like in that picture) than look for yourself. Then, you realize that you are in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to hook out your telephone line for your busy study, but you cannot do it for one phone call from that special someone. Then, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are much more exciting for one short eMail from that someone than other many long eMails, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get a couple of free movie tickets, You would not hesitate to think of that special someone Then, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While you are reading this writing..., if someone appear in your mind, you are deeply in love . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112595133314377457?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112595133314377457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112595133314377457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595133314377457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595133314377457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-hide-your-feelings-if-u-dont-want.html' title='Don&apos;t hide your feelings if u don&apos;t want to lose someone . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112595096132187587</id><published>2005-09-06T02:05:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:09:21.323+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks for making me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even though you really didn't want it to last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks for always making me smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;even though you regret those whiles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for making me glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even though you know it wanted to all be bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for always being there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even though you really didn't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for listening when i was around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;even though you rather not listen and look at the ground.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for tellin me that everything was gonna be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;even though you knew it was not going to like today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks for always saying you loved me true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;even though we both know it was only me the one who really loved you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112595096132187587?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112595096132187587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112595096132187587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595096132187587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595096132187587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112595066332958573</id><published>2005-09-06T01:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:04:23.336+06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times have you heard these in Bangladeshi Films?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heroines to the vilains :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;* "shoitaan , amake chere de ... " "Tor ghore ki maa-bon nei???"&lt;br /&gt;* " tui amar shorir pabi, mon pabi na ... "&lt;br /&gt;* " amar jibon chole geleo aami naachbo na ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vilains to the old father :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;* shoi kor, naile tor maiyare maira falamu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heros to the vilain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;* ya ali dhishum&lt;br /&gt;* amar maake chere de shoitan ...&lt;br /&gt;* aaj toke aami khun kore phelbo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The classics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Baba, tomar rokter kosom ...&lt;br /&gt;* Er protishidh aami niboi ...&lt;br /&gt;* ammajaaaaaaaaaaaannnn ...&lt;br /&gt;* ore, tui ki amar shei harie zaoa bhai???&lt;br /&gt;* chi, tumi eto nich? tumi eto chotolok ?&lt;br /&gt;* itor, bodmash oshobbho ...&lt;br /&gt;* daran, aain nijer haate tule neben na ...&lt;br /&gt;* sorry, uni aar konodin maa hote parben na ...&lt;br /&gt;* baba, apnar oshudh ...&lt;br /&gt;* bouma, tumi etoboro kotha bolte parle ?&lt;br /&gt;* Allah, ei ki chilo amar kopale ... ?&lt;br /&gt;* opearation successful !!!&lt;br /&gt;* huzur, goriber pede lathi mairen na ...&lt;br /&gt;* tor shahosh to kom na ... bamon hoe chade haat dite chash?&lt;br /&gt;* Khobordaar .. oi rakhal kokhono selim chowdhury er meye ke biye korte parey na........&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/15544151-112595066332958573?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112595066332958573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112595066332958573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595066332958573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112595066332958573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-many-times-have-you-heard-these-in.html' title='How many times have you heard these in Bangladeshi Films?'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112591990844730068</id><published>2005-09-05T17:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:31:48.446+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why GOD Gave Us Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD knew that everyone needs&lt;br /&gt;Companionship and cheer,&lt;br /&gt;He knew that people need someone&lt;br /&gt;Whose thoughts are always near.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knew they need someone kind&lt;br /&gt;To lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to gladly take the time&lt;br /&gt;To care and understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD knew that we all need someone&lt;br /&gt;To share each happy day,&lt;br /&gt;To be a source of courage&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come our way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone to be true to us,&lt;br /&gt;Whether near or far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose love we'll always&lt;br /&gt;Hold and treasure in our hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112591990844730068?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112591990844730068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112591990844730068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112591990844730068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112591990844730068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-god-gave-us-friends.html' title='Why GOD Gave Us Friends'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112591980524119927</id><published>2005-09-05T17:24:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:30:05.250+06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Portrait of a Friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will&lt;br /&gt;search for answers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,&lt;br /&gt;nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;br /&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;br /&gt;I can only support you, encourage you,&lt;br /&gt;and help you when you ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,&lt;br /&gt;from your values, from me.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,&lt;br /&gt;room to be yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,&lt;br /&gt;But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;and put them back in place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't tell you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****  I dedicated this Poem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my Best Friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:..R@kiB"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..R@kiB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Friendship Day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even he doesn't know..lolz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112591980524119927?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112591980524119927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112591980524119927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112591980524119927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112591980524119927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/portrait-of-friend.html' title='&quot;Portrait of a Friend&quot;'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112560147391814808</id><published>2005-09-02T00:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:04:33.926+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with me . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend please walk with me hand in hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets watch the sun shine down and kick up all the sand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets watch the waves roll in and in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets sit there and think of how much we have been though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter if its bad or good.. Lets think in the peacefulness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling the spray of water spring all about on our faces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me how your day has been and what you plan to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me how your life is going so i can have the best picture of every moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surrounded in my mind will be thoughts of only happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of which will be of us growing, knowing each other more and more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since you are my friend I want to know what makes you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know what makes you happy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know every thing that makes you feel like sparks are gonna fly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a boy touches your hand or runs his fingers though your hair,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anything they do give you a feeling so true..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to tell me everything, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even if you don't.I'll still have that picture,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawn perfectly in my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the most wonderful loving friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In all the world i could ever be able to find . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112560147391814808?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112560147391814808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112560147391814808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112560147391814808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112560147391814808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/09/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk with me . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112543399199016190</id><published>2005-08-31T02:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:36:32.150+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos22.flickr.com/38676885_2395c4effa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/38676885_2395c4effa_o.jpg" 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/15544151-112543399199016190?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112543399199016190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112543399199016190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543399199016190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543399199016190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/me.html' title='Me...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112543304630413338</id><published>2005-08-31T02:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:17:26.306+06:00</updated><title type='text'>God- your best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when u feel alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad frustrated with life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when u think there is no one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who understand u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when u find urself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopeless and disheartened &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there is no one else beside u &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then u always find &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is here who is listning to u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the one who &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always understand u &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the one who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is always here for u when everyone else is gone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the one who &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always help u no matter how deep trouble u r in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who can understand u without u saying anything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So make God as ur best friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont cry for others too much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where there is confidence, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is Love; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where there is Love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is Peace; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where there is Peace, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is Truth; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where there is Truth, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is Bliss; here the is Bliss, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is God! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112543304630413338?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112543304630413338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112543304630413338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543304630413338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543304630413338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-your-best-friend.html' title='God- your best friend...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112543229275327246</id><published>2005-08-31T02:02:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:04:52.756+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which relationship can satisfy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No relationship can satisfy, because every relationship begins with great hope, and that is not possible to be fulfilled. Yes, that hope can be fulfilled, but it can be fulfilled only when you have fallen in love with the whole. No part can fulfill it. When you have fallen in love with the total, when the merger happens with the total, only then will there be contentment. There will be nobody who is contented, there will be simply contentment. And then there is no end to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112543229275327246?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112543229275327246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112543229275327246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543229275327246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112543229275327246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/which-relationship-can-satisfy.html' title='Which relationship can satisfy?'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112534728055564688</id><published>2005-08-30T02:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:28:00.563+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In every human life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;there are some moments when one is sad and depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Frustrated from every zone of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And feel like leaving everything &amp; going away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And Life Goes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some moments in which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;one is wrapped with tensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;one wants to get out of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and fly high in the skyBut cant run away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and life goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some moments in which,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;one who adores hurts sentiments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;one needs a support, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a shoulder to dry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But doesnt find one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and life goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And in every human life on day arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When there is a big halt to one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And then the people cryand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;show that they were concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then the question arises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do they wait for one's death..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To care, To understand the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If so, then wait till death and until then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life Goes On . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112534728055564688?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112534728055564688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112534728055564688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112534728055564688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112534728055564688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112500126239864317</id><published>2005-08-26T02:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T02:21:02.403+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) THE GIFT OF LISTENING . . .&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning ...your response. Just listening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) THE GIFT OF AFFECTION . . .&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds.     Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and      friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER . . .&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love     to laugh with you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE . . .&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief,     handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT . . .    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job" or     "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) THE GIFT OF A FAVOR . . .    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE . . .    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be     sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION . . .    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really     it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You. Friends are a very rare      jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend     an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their     hearts to us . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112500126239864317?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112500126239864317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112500126239864317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112500126239864317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112500126239864317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/eight-gifts-that-do-not-cost-cent.html' title='Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112500094393825485</id><published>2005-08-26T02:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T02:15:43.946+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul mate . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a teacher and his student. One day theywere lying down under a big tree on a grassy plain. Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher, Teacher, I'm confused, how can I find my soul-mate..? Can you please help me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Teacher : Silent for few seconds, then he answered, well; it's a pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;               hard and easy question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Student : (Thinking hard) Huh??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Teacher : Look that way, there's a lot of grass there, why don't you walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;                there, but please never walk backward, just walk straight ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;                On your way, try to find a beautiful blade of grass and pick it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;                then give it to me. But just ONE blade of grass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Student : Well, ok then.. wait for me.. walked straight ahead on the grass field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;A few minutes later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Student : I'm back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Teacher : Erm, well I don't see any beautiful blade of grass in your hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Student : On my journey, I found a few beautiful blades of grass, but each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;               time I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn't pick it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;               But I didn't realize that I'm at the end of the field, and I hadn't picked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;               up any. 'Cause you told me not to go back, so I didn't go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Teacher : That's what happens in real life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;What is the message of this story..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;In looking for your soul mate, please don't always compare and Hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you'll waste your lifetime, 'coz remember Time Never Goes Back". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;It applies similarly in finding your ideal life partner, your suitable, career or business opportunity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Therefore the morale is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;LOVE &amp; GRAB HOLD of the opportunity that you have. Don't waste time now - Go &amp;amp; get it now . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112500094393825485?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112500094393825485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112500094393825485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112500094393825485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112500094393825485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/soul-mate.html' title='Soul mate . . .'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112496735146682002</id><published>2005-08-25T16:50:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T16:55:51.476+06:00</updated><title type='text'>An article abt ATIF ASLAM (JAL)...collected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the name ATIF ASLAM gets familiar it continues to enlighten,cogitate provoke peaople and many young hearted fanc that are devoted to him,to dwell on his renowned artistry and unorthodox presence.Atif through hisdown to earth personality and classy music attracts his fans as if he was a part of them,a part of what they call can " their own ".The more we listen to him the more we want to know him,and not only about his major contribution to the world of music but also about his personal hardships and successes which made him what he is today.His qualities portray him as a strong believer,fighter and most of all a charmer a Heart Mender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;This young lad currently aged 21 was born on 12th march 1983 in Wazirabad Gujranwala,a fertile land that has given birth to a lot of renowned leaders &amp; intellectuals of Pakistan especially " Munno Bhayee " and Ata-Ul-Haq Qasmi and amongst them now grows an amateur artist, Atif himself. Being the youngest sibling of all his brothers,he still managed to be an excellent student.he was really laadla to his parents.he had been misusing this laad pyar on &amp;amp; off but with a strong sense of responcibility towards his family. Atif,s kindergarten began at "Kimberley Hall School" in Model Town Lahore He was a cute kid and was every teacher,s favorite ideal student who topped his class ever since he stepped into school.His toys included a small bat and some cars to play with.He used to show his car as well as his bat whenever he was in front of any camera. At the age of 9 in 1991 Atif and his family moved to Rawalpindi where he continued his education at Saint Paul School.At Saint Paul,s he started leading his schools basketball team for various matches in the city and turned to be an exceptional player.He was a talented athlete but his ongoing passion of cricket was his fav sport at its peak.He used to have hours for cricket session of double wicket.Once he had a serious injury at his first finger of right hand while playing with the hard ball.But this did not put his moral down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Atif returned to Lahore in 1995 where he continued his studies in Divisional Public School in Model town and cleared his 10th grade at a young age of only 14 due to his double promotion at Kimberly Hall for being an outstanding student throughout the years.He started playing cricket in the team of his school team as well as local team of "M" Block and gained a lot of popularity in the matches,which were held in the Ramadan Nights.He used to play thr for the whole night uptil sehari.Lahories has a craze of eating.After wining the matches they use to go in the walled city and had "Muhammadi Nihari" plus "Fikay di Lassi".It was mostly a treat to him as a winner from the losing team. His mother says i don,t remember if he ever told me tht he had lost any match against someone.Whenever he was back from a tiring session of cricket i use to ask him"Atif betay jeetay hou ya haray hou and he always use to say tht Maan ji app ki duaon say ajj phir jeet gaya hoon". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Atif Commenced his higher secondary school ( HSc ) from PAF College Lahore .PAF has got great memories to Atif. Becaue of his eldest brother huge colllection of music he also get intouch of music n start listening musik his all time fav singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Kishor Kumar .therefor one day he sang one of Kishore Kumar,s songs in an empty room with no furniture inside because of ongoing paintsat home all alonewith all his heart.The voice bounced back towards him ah he was singing with all his might with all doors closed.As the voice was bouncing back it reflected tons of energy towards him.He was enjoying it and this prompted him to sing more,and so he kept on singing continously for a longer session.Tht feeling was amazing and made him feel at ease. Then later onwards the twist came when in 19198 at PAF College Lahore and Sargoodha,Atifs friends forced and encouraged him to participate in a singing event on Independence Day ,as a few days earlier they heard him singing in the school canteen and knew tht he had a gr8 hidden talent which needed to be explored and driven in to the right direction.While Atif performed at tht event on stage tht evening,people were thrilled to hear him out and there fore he won the first place.He was extremely astounded, excited and elevated at tht moment and it seemed as if his feelings were crushing through his heart,as a result tht energy and enthusiasm which was driven into him by his friends and family encouraged him to create his own songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;After HSC Atif joined Punjab Institute of Computer Science Gulberg Campus ( PICS ).Atif had to give in a lot of time to his education ,as it was far more demanding and hard at this stage.this made it very hard for him to balance and keep alive 3 things at a time including his education,a dying cricketing craze and his building passion for music. During his colleg years,he moved on still playing cricket and singing and at a latter stage met up with Goher Mumtaz who possessed a nice aptitude for good music.He was a talented guitarist who with Atif decided to go duo and become a band to perform ta mini concerts for a close friend so as to gain experience and grow and learn more abt music professionally.As both the pair hadn,t composes any of their own songs,they decided to sing songs from present bands including Junoon Strings.They put in day and night praticing and rehearsing and becam very close friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The volume of audience kept on multiplying for Atif and he started playing for his college,McDonalds and other leading franchises and restaurants around the city. Atif recorded thr first song in his voice named "AADAT" in Meekal Hassans Studio Lahore.Meekal Hassana injected and fused his professionalism and experience in the song and Atif brought it home to surpirse his family first .His simple and loving mother did not believe tht this is Atif who is singing the song. Atif decided to form a band named "JAL" which mant "WATER" and proceed with his singing career alongside every thing else he was doing.The theme behind JAL.meaning water was tht it was a feeling,which was Blue and deep,tht if once anyone would fall into it they could not imagine themselves returning from it.Its depth was unlimited. Jal registered their website and upload their song in the web.The download counter was showing amazing results.Almost all the music stores of Lahore were selling the pirated version of the song "AADAT" was making its name across the country in big numbers not only on musical websites but also major radio stations like FM100, FM101, FM105, FM89 and FM99. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Atif was working from the core of his soul to bring the meaning of JALout on its purest forms but during which him and Goher started developing clashes on the basis of musical grounds.The issue was not tht big until some unfairthful JAL fans and a few people from the music industry exaggerated the whole scene and portrayed it as a larger than life issue.The discussion as into why the pair broke up and took different ways is still to date the hottest topic on any media available nationally and internationally.Whenever you go read in the print media or go and surf on the E-media it portrayed a very hard and challenging comparison between the two artists. It was hard for him to release most of his songs especially Dil harey, Rangoon mien,Jagien hain,Fard and Woh Lmahey because the copy rights matter had to be taken to court to be resolved but due to so many conflicts and uncertainty,the name JAL and the authority of the songs ate still pending in court. Without any further delay Atifs first album " JALPARI " was released on 20th july 2004 all over the nation by a leading record label called SOUND MASTER and IC RECORDS and also with the helpof his new team he had put together which consisted of Sameer-bassist,Waseem-recording and sound enginner. Mehmood Rehman-Drums and guitars, Sarmad-lead guitarist and keyboards,Farhad ( ex noorie )-Drums and last Shehbaz Aslam Co-ordination.It was at this point Atif realized how much Allah ( subhana-wa-ta-Ala ) had been merciful on him and gave hime the power to fight with good patience through out the whole experience he has had.Not to forget his fans as they to gave him so much encouragement and support. Then After tht a another major brake through for Atif Woh Lamhey in indian movie Zeher .Tht song in india n all over the world make him soo much popular .The director Mahesh Bhutt decided tht he will also cast him as a singer for his upcoming movie ,many songs will be of Atif n Mahesh BHutt also offer him to act as an actor in his film caz he also killing looks n dashing style so we hope for de best n while asking more he just said......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; "SITAROON SEY AAGEY JAHAN AUR BHI HAIN ABHI ISHQ K IMTIHAAN AUR BHI HAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112496735146682002?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112496735146682002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112496735146682002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112496735146682002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112496735146682002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/article-abt-atif-aslam-jalcollected.html' title='An article abt ATIF ASLAM (JAL)...collected'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112482207581362808</id><published>2005-08-24T00:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:34:35.823+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more than...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MY COMPUTER.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Believe me it is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You installed the best in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Your picture is always in my background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You clicked my heart gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You drive me crazy when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Your love reset my life and deleted all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;sadness in me. You restored my kindness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;after I thought it was corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm always connected to you with more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; than 56 heart beat per second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You hacked my brain and registered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;your name in it. You are the only one that could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;navigate my feelings and explore my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;emotions at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I feel lost when I try to call you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;and you are not responding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I always feel you close to me when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I shut down my eyes, or when I open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;my windows waiting for you to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You are the only one that can log into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;and never log out. I dream of being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;your only server as long as I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You don't have to search for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;cause we are always linked to each others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I see your name everywhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;my frontpage, my homepage and all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;my software. I scanned my life and found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;that I'm only infected by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You are the virus I'd never remove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; and why should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You formatted my life and added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;happiness to view. Believe me it is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I love you more than my CPU! &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/15544151-112482207581362808?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112482207581362808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112482207581362808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112482207581362808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112482207581362808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you-more-than.html' title='I love you more than...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112465397505788612</id><published>2005-08-22T01:46:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:52:55.060+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobita : Gifted By SHAM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My net pal Sham.. lives in Barcelona, Spain...a very funny guy! and so nice person! his girlfriend Nipa is also a very charming girl. :) God bless them! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently Sham wrote a POEM to gift me... that was so nice of him... As he live in abroad from childhood...dont mind with his Sylheti accent.. i am just pasting here what he wrote for me... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;putul kela kelte jeye&lt;br /&gt;tomake je Kokon je balo beshechi&lt;br /&gt;Tomake Reke Aj ami Kotto dure roii&lt;br /&gt;tomi amar chad sitara&lt;br /&gt;Noyoner e moni&lt;br /&gt;tomar jonno Koto balo basha ami dore rekechi&lt;br /&gt;putul kela kelte jeye kokon je tomay balo beshechi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keu kokono shorate parbe nah ridoy er gohin Teke&lt;br /&gt;jokon e dekechi sudu tomake dekechi&lt;br /&gt;Moner Alote sudu tomar jolkani&lt;br /&gt;tomi chara mone hoy jibon boro ochol&lt;br /&gt;tomai jonno ami kore jabo Tajmahal amar ei mone&lt;br /&gt;hoyto ami noi raja Badsha Kintu tomi amar moner rani...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112465397505788612?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112465397505788612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112465397505788612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112465397505788612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112465397505788612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/kobita-gifted-by-sham.html' title='Kobita : Gifted By SHAM...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112462094483999117</id><published>2005-08-21T16:07:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:42:24.846+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys vs. Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When a boy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy is quiet ..He has nothing to Say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy is not arguing..He not in the mood og arguing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy looks at u with eyes full of questions...He is really CoNfUsEd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy answers " I AM FINE" after a few seconds..He is actually Fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy stares at u..He is either amazed or angry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy lays in your Lap..he is wishing for you to be HIS FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy calls u everyday...He is spending a lot of talktime to get your attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy sms's u everyday... he is FORWARDING them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy says I LOVE YOU... it's not his FIRST TIME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a boy says that he can't live without you...He has made up his mind that you are in his for atleast a week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl is quiet ..Millions of things are running in her mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl is not arguing..She is thinking deeply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl looks at u with eyes full of questions...She is wondering how long you will be around??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl answers " I AM FINE" after a few seconds..She is not at all fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl stares at u..She is wondering why you are lying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl lays on your chest..She is wishing for you to be HER FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl calls u everyday...She is seeking for your attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl sms's u everyday... she wants you to rely at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl says I LOVE YOU... She means it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you...She has made her mind that you are her future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a girl says I MISS U ... no one in this world can miss you MORE THAN HER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112462094483999117?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112462094483999117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112462094483999117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112462094483999117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112462094483999117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/boys-vs-girls.html' title='Boys vs. Girls!'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112461878644377315</id><published>2005-08-21T16:02:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:06:26.446+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut Factsheet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every year Pizza Hut uses more than 700 million pounds of flour, 525 million pounds of tomatoes and 700 million pepperoni. If you lay those pepperoni slices side by side, they would create a path that would stretch around the world twice and go to the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 1991, Pizza Hut made one of its most historic deliveries to Russian President Boris Yeltsin and his supporters, who prevailed over an attempted political coup. When food supplies dwindled in the Russian Parliament Building, Yeltsin called Pizza Hut delivery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 2001, Pizza Hut became the first company to deliver pizza to the pioneer’s giving in the outer space on the international Space Station (ISS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The highest volume pizza Hut restaurant in the world is in Paris, followed by stores coated in Moscow, Hong Kong and the U.K. Outside the U.S., the country with the most Pizza Hut units is Australia, followed by Canada and the U.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pizza Hut makes its fastest and farthest delivery: 600 large pepperoni pizzas on a 24 hour flight from Dover Air Force Base to U.S. service personnel in Mogadishu, Somalia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rate of Pizza Hut store openings outside the U.S. is nearly two per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pizza Hut uses 2.5 percent of all milk (over 3.2 billion pounds) produced in the U.S. every year for cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That cheese production requires a herd of 250,000 dairy cows production at full capacity 365 days a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pizza Hut uses more than 335 million pounds in mozzarella cheese. Stuffed Crust Pizza used approximately 50% of the 35 million pounds!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112461878644377315?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112461878644377315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112461878644377315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461878644377315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461878644377315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/pizza-hut-factsheet.html' title='Pizza Hut Factsheet!!!'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112461838249692841</id><published>2005-08-21T15:50:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:59:42.500+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabbo Binimoy ! Amit &amp; PutuL.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ami GPUSER group e last poem ta mail korar pore amar friend AMIT amake inspirational ekta mail korechilo... 13th may 2005 e... or mail er reply te ami oke niye- ekta kobita likhe felechilam...:) kobitar naam chilo : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oil.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.oil.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oil.com "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.oil.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank u thank u&lt;br /&gt;amit the great!&lt;br /&gt;eibar tumi mair khaba&lt;br /&gt;dicchi kintu threat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tel mara-te top e acho&lt;br /&gt;bhobisshot ta bhalo&lt;br /&gt;bangladesh er prekkhapot e&lt;br /&gt;tumi sobar aalo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tel chara ei chotto desh e&lt;br /&gt;hoyna kono kaaj..&lt;br /&gt;je bhalo tel maarte pare&lt;br /&gt;tari joyoddhoni aaj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tumio shei list e acho&lt;br /&gt;tel mara publik&lt;br /&gt;hobe hobe tomay diei&lt;br /&gt;Toilaakto  sob-dik.. (hi hi hi)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PutuL : 13th may 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ei kobita ta Amit ke pathanor pro shey o amake Kobitay Reply diyechilo :).. Amit er lekha kobitar kono nam chilo na... :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Putul- for your complement,&lt;br /&gt;but the threat u gave&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ami nahoy marte pari tel valo&lt;br /&gt;kintu tumi to onno kisu aro beshi paro!&lt;br /&gt;Tomar tulonay ami holam dugdho possho sishu,&lt;br /&gt;Akhon bhabchi shikhte hobe notun kore onek kichu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Doa kori tumi onek boro hobe onek dik diye&lt;br /&gt;Amar jonno koro doa jeno hote pari shofol USA giye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit the Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: may 14, 2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uttara, Dhaka. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112461838249692841?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112461838249692841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112461838249692841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461838249692841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461838249692841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/kabbo-binimoy-amit-putul.html' title='Kabbo Binimoy ! Amit &amp; PutuL.. :)'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112461766480680665</id><published>2005-08-21T15:28:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:47:44.816+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for GPUSER group! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ami ekta Yahoo group er moderator..hroup ta holo GP USER der jonno..kichudin age shobai mile kabbochorca shuru korechilo..ei deke ar amio theme thakini!! likhe felechilam onukabbo... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oma oma ! eki holo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gp grp er haal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mobile niye kabbo chorcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cholche je aaj kal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;odhora r shibly bhai l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ikhche "poem" besh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eita dekhe vablo PutuL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orai noy shesh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aro kobi ache group e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;janate je chai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kemon holo kobita ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bolben shobai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mobile niye onek kotha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;onek montronaje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jai boluk GP'i best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bakishob jontrona! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;citycell e jayna call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aktel payna tower..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Banglalink e network pocha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teletalk to pawai bhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;onek mobile try korlam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;change korlam taste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.je joi ja boluk ..je jai koruk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GP IS THE BEST! [ ha ha ha ].................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th May 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  '*~' Sayeeda Sultana '~*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                          ¸.·´ .·´¨¨)) ((¸¸.·´ .·´ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                  -:¦:- -:¦:- ((¸¸.· PutuL &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/15544151-112461766480680665?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112461766480680665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112461766480680665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461766480680665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112461766480680665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem-for-gpuser-group-d.html' title='A poem for GPUSER group! :D'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112448306237824189</id><published>2005-08-20T02:15:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:24:22.383+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why women CRY!</title><content type='html'>A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm a woman," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said.&lt;br /&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said:&lt;br /&gt;"When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************(COLLECTED..author unknown!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112448306237824189?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112448306237824189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112448306237824189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112448306237824189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112448306237824189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-women-cry.html' title='Why women CRY!'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112438620223222876</id><published>2005-08-18T23:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:30:02.236+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful for What You Have!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should you find something on your dinner plate that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't appeal to you, don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;There are people who don't have anything on their plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair.&lt;br /&gt;There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should you have a bad day at work,&lt;br /&gt;think of the man who has been out of work for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone bad,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should you grieve the passing of another weekend,&lt;br /&gt;think of the woman in dire straits,&lt;br /&gt;working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance,&lt;br /&gt;think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about,&lt;br /&gt;asking what is my purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;ignorance, smallness or insecurities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;remember, things could be worse. You could be them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112438620223222876?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112438620223222876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112438620223222876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112438620223222876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112438620223222876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-thankful-for-what-you-have.html' title='Be Thankful for What You Have!!'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112437446727016980</id><published>2005-08-18T20:07:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:14:27.273+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of letterz on ur name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you do is find out what each letter of your name means. Then connect all the meanings and it describes you. If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A - You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - You are always cautious when it comes to meeting new people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C - You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;D - You have trouble trusting people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E - You are a very exciting person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F - Everyone loves you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;G - You have excellent ways of viewing people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;H - You are not judgmental&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I - You have a bad temper sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;J - Jealously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;K - You like to try new things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L - Love is a hard word for you to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;M - Success comes easily to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N - You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O - You are very open-minded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P - You have a lack of understanding people, you only focus on you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q - You are a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R - You are a social butterfly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;S - You are very close-minded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;T - You have an attitude, a big one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;U - You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V - You are very verbal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;W - You like your privacy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;X - You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y - You cause a lot of trouble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Z - You're always fighting with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112437446727016980?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112437446727016980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112437446727016980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437446727016980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437446727016980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/meaning-of-letterz-on-ur-name.html' title='Meaning of letterz on ur name...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112437400302665463</id><published>2005-08-18T20:02:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:06:43.030+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things Mean A lot ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Little Things Mean A lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blow me a kiss from across the room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Say I look nice when I'm not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Touch my hair as you pass my chair;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Little things mean a lot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kneel with me at the side of the bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Call me at six on the dot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A line a day when you're far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Little things mean a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't have to buy me diamonds &amp; pearls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Caviar, sables or such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I never cared much for diamonds &amp;amp; pearls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Cause honestly, honey, they cost too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me your hand when I've lost my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me your shoulder to cry on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whether the day is bright or is gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me your heart to rely on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me the warmth of a secret smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To show me you haven't forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That always and ever, now and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Little things mean a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~author unknown~~~~~&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/15544151-112437400302665463?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112437400302665463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112437400302665463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437400302665463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437400302665463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-things-mean-lot.html' title='Little Things Mean A lot ...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112437366612540547</id><published>2005-08-18T19:54:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:01:06.133+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeebon ta jodi hoy ekta nodi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sporsher bairer shei gaanta mone ache? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeebon ta jodi hoy ekta nodi...&lt;br /&gt;Tobe bolo tao lokkhyo ta ki???&lt;br /&gt;Hariye jete chay shey ojanay...&lt;br /&gt;Tobu bar bar meshe mohonay.....&lt;br /&gt;Jowar-bhata'r joy porajoy shoye....&lt;br /&gt;Amio she nodi hote chai...&lt;br /&gt;Bindu bindu shopno gulo gore...&lt;br /&gt;Shobar mon sporsho kore jai....&lt;br /&gt;bhalobashar Sporsho kotha pai..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gaan ta amar khub pochonder...ei gaaner kothagulor shathe kothay jeno ekta shamonjosshyo khuje pai.. ei jornal tar topic ami diyechi LIFE. ami jani shunei shobai aatke uthbe ..khub bhaab er lekha mone hobe..tai noy ki? nah khub bhaab er lekha na...ekhane amar kichu bhabna...drishtibhongi tule dhorbo.&lt;br /&gt;unish-kurir moddhyopoth'e eshe ami amar jebbon ta kei bibhinni bhabe bisleshon korar cheshta korii....nah amar obhiggota jhuli khubi choto..tao onek dik i ami dekhechi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shishukal e jibon ta ke khub shohoj mone hoto. sob chinta bhabna baba-ma ke niyei shimaboddhochilo..baba-ma , attiyo shojon eder niyei ekta alada jogot gore uthechilo...bairer prithibi ta dekhar kono proyojon i bodh korini kokhono...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koishor e pa rakhar shathe shathe nijer moddhe onek rokom poriborton onubhob kkorte laglam. Chena gondi'r moddhye ar thakte mon chaito na..khub chotfote, duronto pona... shobkichutei osthir..odhoirjo ekta jibon... shob kichu'tei ekta osthirota..kono kichur gobhire jete chaito na ei mon.. sobkichu ke nijer kore pete chaitam.. khub ucchol khub pranobonto ekta shomoy... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erpore aaste aaste kokhon je koishorkal kete joubone podarpon korlam bujhtei parini...jibone arekta poriborton..sharirik o manoshik uboyi..tobe manoshik poriborton 'i hoyechey beshi.. . amar jibone ami koishor ar tarunner oneek beshi tofat dekhte pai. ami janina oonyerao amar moto onubhob kore kina....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amar koishore ami jamon chilam aj tar bindumatro nei... ekhon shobkichui bastob er poriprekkhite bhabbte ba korte cheshta kori... jibontake ei khetre ektu jotiL i mone hoy.. kono kichu korar age, bolar age, chawar age 10bar bhebe nei..ager moto choncholota nei... uccholota nei . tobe hya, tarunner anondo onnorokom... ei boyoshe eshe shobcheye boro je shomossshya ta hoy je ta holo..indecision e bhoga...ektu jotilota dekha dilei confused hoye jaawa.....&lt;br /&gt;ei to gelo amar jeeboner prothom tinta dhap..amar drishtibhongite...jebonta ke ekek bar ekek rokom mone hoy.... janina onagoto bhobisshot e amon thakbo kina...tobe opore ja likhlam ta shompurnoi amar byaktigoto obhiggotar aaloke lekha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112437366612540547?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112437366612540547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112437366612540547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437366612540547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112437366612540547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/jeebon-ta-jodi-hoy-ekta-nodi.html' title='Jeebon ta jodi hoy ekta nodi...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544151.post-112436952759481799</id><published>2005-08-18T18:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:52:07.600+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prothom lekha-lekhi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm... sesh porjonto ekta blog khulei fellam....lolz ! onekdin dhorei vabchilam blog korbo kintu kichui je likhte parina..:$  dekha jak ki hoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) Blog e ki lekha jay?? shobai koto shundor kore blogging kore..(i.e. rikhi apu, zicovaiya) ar ami je ki likhi bujhtei parchina...[:S] ei muhurte ekta gaaan shunchi.. Lata Mangeshkar er... er fav koyekta line likhe di...lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay bela jak na...akhi duti thaakna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shundor shopone mogno...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeno elo aj shei shubho logno..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A jibone joto tuku cheyechi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mone hoy taro beshi peyechi...o akash! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keno aj ato alo chorale.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aj theke shuru holo lekhalekhi...khub i bikkhipto ar khapchara bhabe..asha kori lekha chaliye jabo.. ek du line diyei na hoy ekekdin blog korbo.... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544151-112436952759481799?l=puttolika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/feeds/112436952759481799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544151&amp;postID=112436952759481799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112436952759481799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544151/posts/default/112436952759481799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puttolika.blogspot.com/2005/08/prothom-lekha-lekhi.html' title='Prothom lekha-lekhi...'/><author><name>PutuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03866154435533415268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/40409045_b5520b337e_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
