<?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-36355182</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:05.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KUCH BHI....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36355182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PAVANBULL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17370703156897298416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36355182.post-117024833669332442</id><published>2007-01-31T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:58:57.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIDDEN JOYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People often tend to ignore all the hidden gifts given to them by god.Hidden gifts in the sense something that seems miserable to u right now but will give you tons of joy in future.Looking positively at things really helps.suppose u feel sorry bout something u did or something that happened to u today.. the same thing can make u happy sometime from now.lemme give u an example.......... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i m in this enggineerin college... and gals from my class had to perform a dance on our annual day..**what do u mean??? engineerin colleges do have gals** ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya so these girls had to perform and their performance was first on the schedule.. so these gals go up on the stage and r in position....the names are announced.. curtains go up.. everyone's clappin and phusss... the freakin cd doesnt work.. they r just standin .. some tech probs *yeah in engg college*. and damn the curtains fall widout dem performin.so this girls.. being girls.. are really upset and r in a mood to kill everything that comes in front of them..somehow due to gods grace no one's hurt..they go and sort the problem.. the freakin cd is in mp3 format and our "dj" can work only wid audio cds..y god y??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the problem is worked out .. someone gets it converted.. after an hour or so.. the names of these girls is announced and dey r ready 2 perform.. curtain raises and guess wat?? naah we aint that lucky.. yup the cd does work.. but stops after half performance is over**relief**..and yeah doesnt work again..girls r just standin again.. all embaressed..faces red..y am i tellin this?? u noe how girls react on gettin embarresed..yup they start cryin backstage.. like the world has ended for them..some guys take dem to canteen and consolidate dem.. cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y was i tellin u this story ?? just to tell u how STUPID humans *girls here..he he* are..We MUST look at positives of things,how much ever stupid it may seem.. whats positive here??? lemme tell u..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets suppose that this were'nt a blooper .. everything went on fine.. then wat?? ten years down the line when these same girls had a reunion and discussin how cool college was.. would they refer to this event?? NO..They would have nothing to talk bout this.. if they do have something to say.. it would be all the fun they had while practisin and all.... crap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now that they have messed it up.. at the same reunion they WILL talk bout this event.. and yes they will have tonnes of laughs remembering this..and they would think how stupid they were to cry backstage and stuff.. in all this event will give them joys.. this blooper has captured this moment in a frame of gold that will only shine wid time ..snaps of a lifetime as i would call it...and imagine their children havin same problem in their life.. they will sure have their own story to tell and cheer them up..SO MANY JOYS..This is wat i meant by hidden joys of life.. look at positives however stupid they may sound.. they will make u happy EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR GOOD must b ur attitude towards life..&lt;br /&gt;and as far as living life is concerned................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITS SOMETHING UNPREDICTABLE ..BUT IN THE END IS RIGHT.. JUST HOPE U HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE....&lt;/em&gt;&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/36355182-117024833669332442?l=kuch-bhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/feeds/117024833669332442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36355182&amp;postID=117024833669332442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36355182/posts/default/117024833669332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36355182/posts/default/117024833669332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidden-joys-people-often-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PAVANBULL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17370703156897298416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36355182.post-116135887323523789</id><published>2006-10-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T08:41:13.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Dog Named Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Spot". I call mine Sex. Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to the City Hall to renew the dog's license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I would like to have one too!" Then I said, "But she is a dog!" He said he didn't care what she looked like. I said, "You don't understand. ... I have had Sex since I was nine years old." He replied, "You must have been quite a strong boy." When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex." He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace. My family was barred from the church from then on.When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog with me. When we checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for me and my wife and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the motel is a place for sex. I said, "You don't understand. ... Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too!"One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest. He said that I should have sold my own tickets. "You don't understand," I said, "I hoped to have Sex on TV." He called me a show off.When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but Sex left me after I was married." The Judge said, "Same here!"Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her. A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning. I said, "I'm looking for Sex." -- My case comes up next Thursday.Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?" I replied, "Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has left me for ever. I can't live any longer being so lonely." and the doctor said, "Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't a man's best friend so go get yourself a dog."&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/36355182-116135887323523789?l=kuch-bhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116135887323523789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36355182&amp;postID=116135887323523789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36355182/posts/default/116135887323523789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36355182/posts/default/116135887323523789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuch-bhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dog-named-sex-everybody-i-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>PAVANBULL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17370703156897298416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
