<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Umesh Chadar</title><link>http://umez.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Umesh Chadar</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4">It's One of my favorite Gazal..........<br><br><br>BY: Mirza Galib<br><br></font><font color="#840000" size="4"> Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi Ki Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle<br>Bahut Nikle Mere Armaan Lekin Phir Bhii Kam Nikle<br><br>Nikalanaa Khuld Se Aadam Kaa Sunte Aaye Hain Lekin<br>Bahut Be-Abaru Hokar Tere Kooche Se Ham Nikale<br><br>Mohabbat Mein Nahin Hai Farq Jine Aur Marne Kaa<br>Usi Ko Dekh Kar Jite Hain Jis Kaafir Pe Dam Nikle<br><br>Khudaa Ke Vaaste Pardaa Na Kaabe Se Uthaa Zaalim<br>Kahiin Aisaa Na Ho Yaan Bhi Vahi Kaafir Sanam Nikle<br><br>Kahaan Maikhaane Ka Daravaza 'Ghalib' Aur Kahaan Vaaiz<br>Par Itana Jaanate Hain Kal Vo Jaataa Tha Ke Ham Nikale<br><br>Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi Ki Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle<br>Bahut Nikale Mere Armaan Lekin Phir Bhii Kam Nikle</font><font size="4"><br></font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 09:57:20 +0530</pubDate><link>http://umez.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/23/Hazaron-Khwahishen-Aisi.html</link></item><item><title>Dard</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV class=para><FONT color=#993399 size=4>Dhokhe mile hain itne ke ab aajmana chhod diya,<BR><BR>ansu se dosti huyi to muskrana chhod diya,<BR><BR>hum nahi aate, humari yaad hi ayegi ab,<BR><BR>Maine in tanhaeyo se door jana chhod diya .</FONT><DIV class=lf></DIV></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:23:15 +0530</pubDate><link>http://umez.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/21/Dard.html</link></item><item><title>&amp;#2352;&amp;#2379; 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He couldn't sleep all night and got up at<BR>the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.<BR>Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home. When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter? <BR>"He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."<BR>She said "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch."</FONT></P></BLOCKQUOTE><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/296/0f6181668e4c49e364a7eb86d84a2ddd/homep/images/1191751616">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 14:25:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://umez.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/05/PRAYER-OF-LITTLE.html</link></item><item><title>A Love Story</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV class=llHeader><FONT color=#6633ff>A girl was waiting for her boyfriend to fetch her up at her house by 8pm. It was their anniversary. It was already late but the boy didn't show up. The girl was really mad at him, she called her friends and invite them to go out instead. After the whole night of gimmick the girl returned home, as she enter her house, she saw her boyfriend standing by their door. So much anger, she just walk straight not noticing her boyfriend. But the boy grab her hand and give her a hug. The boy said,"I'm sorry baby, I didn't show up on time. Happy anniversary." </FONT></DIV><DIV class=llHeader><FONT color=#6633ff>Then after a while the boy whispered to the girl, <FONT color=#cc33cc><STRONG>"Time's up baby, God just gave me one minute to be with you, I have to go now, God bless you"</STRONG></FONT>. Actually the boy got a car accident when he was going to fetch her girlfriend that night, and it was his soul that came to her.</FONT></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/296/0f6181668e4c49e364a7eb86d84a2ddd/homep/images/1188926357">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 22:39:49 +0530</pubDate><link>http://umez.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/04/A-Love.html</link></item></channel></rss>