tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129334952008-03-28T17:45:29.324-07:00Poemsabhijitnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1150726795854613472006-06-19T07:16:00.000-07:002006-06-19T07:19:55.873-07:00a day at work.<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;">its tough for me to know<br />to speed up work or go slow<br /><br />the helpdesk cases keep piling<br />the analysis is bloody tiring<br /><br />offshore tries their best to catch up<br />client wants expectations to match up<br /><br />oen of these days is just crazy<br />making it seem that i am lazy<br /><br />just when it seems i can manage<br />someone comes to cause more damage<br /><br />just when i put things in control<br />i am told i have a minor role.</span></div>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1140130894464410352006-02-16T14:59:00.000-08:002006-02-16T15:04:37.136-08:00Sprit<span style="color:#ffff66;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sweet is the nectar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Peeled from your lips</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Is that why it flowed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Right into my mouth</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Its taste is sugary</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">That much I can say.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>This poem was written for an acrostic thread on findpoetry.com</em></span></strong></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1137778576900257482006-01-20T09:34:00.000-08:002006-01-20T09:36:16.913-08:00Gross Salary - Gross Disappointment<em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">Never thought that I would be writing a poem about this one.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;">Ages and Wages never to be asked</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"> never to be told</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;">Unless you are too bold</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"> or your intent is masked.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1126532804404436522005-09-12T06:46:00.000-07:002005-09-12T06:46:44.456-07:00Think with your brain (revision and suggestions by Annette)<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Vic HADN'T met a girl so bold <br>SO THIS TALE OF WOE has to be told. <br> <br>Vic was a guy WHO WAS hard to please <br>Sad was a girl WHO put guys at ease <br> <br>ONE SUMMER'S day, they were feeling upbeat, <br>IT WAS BY FATE they happened to meet. <br> <br>They met on a trek somewhere in the hills. <br>Vic carried her bag and paid all her bills. <br> <br>Vic had a girlfriend FAR away <br>Sad had a boyfriend one FOR EACH day <br> <br>The guys around them teased YOUNG Vic <br>AND Sad joined in just for A kick. <br> <br>Vic started TO SEE her in a FAVOURABLE light <br>SO CAREFULLY planned a trek overnight. <br> <br>That was the night their passions unfurled <br>WITH BODIES TOGETHER they lied and curled. <br> <br>Sad SUCCEEDED TO GET HIS PASSIONS IGNITED. <br>All her flattery made him FEEL LOVED AND excited. <br> <br>When Sad COMPLIMENTED his beautiful smile. <br>He dreamed of walking her down the aisle. <br> <br>Sad loved to tease and I pity Vic's plight <br>FOR till the end, he could not see the light. <br> <br>He decided to give the affair a whirl, <br>AND broke off with his OTHER girl. <br> <br>Off he went running to see HIS Sad, <br>Only to find she was REALLY QUITE mad. <br> <br>How could you do this to me?, she CRIED <br>AND TAKE me for granted, she SADLY SIGHED. <br> <br>HE THEN TURNED TO HIS FIRST TRUE LOVE <br>BUT SHE CAME TO HER SENSES AND GAVE HIM THE SHOVE <br> <br>Now he felt SHAMED AND ALL ALONE, <br>BOTH OF HIS LOVES HE'D SIMPLY THROWN. <br> <br>He promised himself, he would never again <br>THINK WITH HIS HEART AND NOT WITH HIS BRAIN<br> <br> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family: courier new,monospace;">Some of the changes for this poem were suggested by Annette.</span></span><br> </span> abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1125997644629469582005-09-06T02:07:00.000-07:002005-09-06T02:07:24.656-07:00Think with your brain.<font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#F3E2A0" size="3">Vic had not met a girl so bold<br />Oh, this tale has to be told.<br /><br />Vic was a guy very hard to please<br />Sad was a girl she put guys at ease<br /><br />On a day, they were feeling upbeat<br />By accident they happened to meet.<br /><br />They met on a trek somewhere in the hills.<br />Vic carried her bag and paid all her bills.<br /><br />Vic had a girl friend stowed away<br />Sad had a boy friend one every day<br /><br />The guys around them teased Vic<br />Sad joined in just for the kick.<br /><br />Vic started seeing her in a different light<br />One day they planned a trek overnight.<br /><br />That was the night their passions unfurled<br />In each other’s arms they lied and curled.<br /><br />Sad did manage to get Vic delighted.<br />All her flattery made him excited.<br /><br />When Sad, mentioned about his beautiful smile.<br />He dreamed of walking with her down the aisle.<br /><br />Sad loved to tease and I pity Vic’s plight<br />Till the end, he could not see the light.<br /><br />He decided to give the affair a whirl,<br />Promptly he broke off with his girl.<br /><br />Off he went running to see Sad,<br />Only to find she was a bit mad.<br /><br />How could you do this to me?, she wailed<br />Took me for granted, she exhaled.<br /><br />Now he tried to get back with his gal<br />She no longer wanted him to her pal.<br /><br />Now that he felt lonely and desolate.<br />With neither of them could he tesselate.<br /><br />He promised himself, he would never do that again.<br />If you think with your dick, you can't think with your brain.</font><br />abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1125320297150825832005-08-29T05:58:00.000-07:002005-08-29T05:58:17.176-07:00For Bhanu<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Between you and me, I have to tell a tale.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Had never thought I would feel as such.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">At first I didn't expect this feeling to prevail.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Now I hope I don't miss you much.</span><br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Unless we manage to stay in touch.</span><br> abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1121662267730260112005-07-15T09:40:00.000-07:002005-07-17T21:51:07.736-07:00Strangers in a train - *my version*<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Was travelling through the journey of life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Having recently broken apart from my wife.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Alone I was trying to enjoy the scene</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">In walked a maiden soft and serene</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Somewhere along the way we touched a chord.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">She was lonely and equally bored.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">On the journey we shared our dream.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">She too loved her coffee with cream.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">She was trying to get back at someone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Getting close to me was her idea of fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Took a little while for this to sink in.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">By this time, she had started to act mean.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">I was happy it was short and brief.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">It did not cause me any grief.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Oh to propose her I was so tempted.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">A thing that I almost attempted.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">I am sometimes tempted to give her a call.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Cause once to me, she did enthral.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">I realize that its no longer my game.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">It might even bring me to shame.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">And i am glad that I did refrain.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">We were simply strangers in a train.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1121364003449844112005-07-14T18:15:00.000-07:002005-07-14T11:04:19.063-07:00The journey<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Life's a journey that we have to make.<br />Along the way we make mistakes.<br />That might cause us to crumble and break.<br />But it separates the genuine from the fakes.<br /><br /><br />Lord is watching from heaven above.<br />You just might find your one true love.<br />Fate sometimes deals a cruel hand.<br />The winner marches to his own band.<br /><br />Life does have a lot of offers.<br />Bulging pockets to empty coffers.<br />Some folks do strike it lucky.<br />Others seem so unlucky.<br /><br />A winner remains unaffected by this.<br />He eventually moves on to bliss.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >I dreamt this poem up. Isn't that just a bit too weird?</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1120540952579747062005-07-04T10:22:00.000-07:002005-07-04T22:26:25.226-07:00Not able to get over it.<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">She was still in love with her former love<br />Gone to the great above.<br />That made it difficult for her to love anyone again,<br />No way for her to love another man.<br />Approach her with a smile and she would smile back,<br />Heartbroken and still dressed in black.<br />Though she could think of no-one else.<br />His smile was the one to make her heart pulse.<br />No man had his shoes big enough,<br />To fill the void that her lover left.<br />You could try your level best<br />She still wouldn't get impressed.<br />Guys tried hard to please her<br />All she did was smile.<br />Nothing ever appealed to her.<br />To love again would be sinister,<br />And she finally died a spinster.</div>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1119245941371793842005-06-20T10:30:00.000-07:002005-06-19T22:39:01.376-07:00Type casting<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">American girls are easy to impress.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Show them some money, buy them a dress.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Polish girls are exceedingly bold</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Love to get their hands on your gold.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Iranian girls have milky skin.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">They will make you want to sin.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Italian girls are a hard case to crack.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Once done, they are great in the sack.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Indian girls all want to marry.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Then they will make you sorry.</span></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1119239516547448522005-06-17T02:45:00.000-07:002005-06-19T22:26:30.606-07:00All I ever wanted<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >All I ever wanted<br />was someone just like you<br />someone to love me just for me<br />make me happy when I was blue<br /><br />All I ever wanted<br />was someone who would care<br />someone who would treat me right<br />and when I needed them they would be there<br /><br />All I ever wanted<br />was not to feel alone<br />for someone to hold me in their arms<br />and for all the pain to be gone<br /><br />All I ever wanted<br />was someone to give my heart to<br />someon to see the true me<br />that person would be you<br /><br />You came into my life<br />you gave me all I needed<br />for the first time ever<br />I felt like I succeeded </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Inspired by my friend Angel, who taught me When we can give Love freely, then we can be free of the fear of not getting love from others. And then we can be free of the fear of having our love be rejected or not returned. I think I may have grown too fond of Angel, by now.<br /></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1118835030995026162005-06-15T04:10:00.000-07:002005-06-15T04:30:31.000-07:00All the troubles in my life.Life is turning a mess.<br />I am now in distress.<br />Trying to find some cure.<br />For the ills that men endure.abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117791417755872732005-06-02T14:30:00.000-07:002005-06-03T02:36:57.760-07:00No Strings Attached<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">They said it would be No Strings Attached,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Then on to his heart her heart latched.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Its tough to let go when you love someone,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Though it all started just for fun.</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117727147443011812005-06-02T08:44:00.000-07:002005-06-02T08:45:47.446-07:00Do not be afraid<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Do not be ashamed to hold back your tears,</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Do not be afraid to let go of your fears.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">I will be there for you as long as you need me.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">I will be there no questions asked.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">I will listen to all that you have to say.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Offer no suggestion or advice today.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">I will be there for you as long as you need me.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">I will be there for you whatever it be.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">In my eyes you could do no wrong,</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">My feelings for you are too strong.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">There are a number of things I feel for you.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">It doesn't matter if you feel them too.</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117598311816421812005-05-31T20:57:00.000-07:002005-05-31T20:58:31.820-07:00Let go<span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="postbody">Do not be ashamed to hold back your tears,<br />Do not be afraid to let go of your fears.<br />I will be there for you as long as you need me.<br />I will be there no questions asked.<br /><br />I will listen to all that you have to say.<br />Offer no suggestion or advice today.<br />I will be there for you as long as you need me.<br />I will be there for you whatever it be. </span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117428508022431552005-05-29T21:47:00.000-07:002005-05-29T21:48:28.023-07:00Just because I need to<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="postbody"> I long to do those little things,<br />taking walks down the sea-face<br />holding your hand while we talked,<br />Not because you wanted me to,<br />Just because I needed to.<br /><br /><br />I loved to go out on dates with you,<br />where we could watch movies<br />beat each other at bowling games,<br />Not because you wanted me to,<br />Just because I needed to.<br /><br />I miss all those little things we did<br />Though I need to let go of these thoughts,<br />Memories of you keep holding me back.<br />I loved to do all those little things,<br />Not because you wanted me to,<br />Just because I needed to.</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117098749460984472005-05-26T02:11:00.000-07:002005-05-26T02:12:29.463-07:00Struggling with Excel<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I wish someone would drop out of the blue<br />And help me solve this particular clue.<br />How does work this clipboard object ?<br />When does it copy when does it paste ?<br /><br />I am now bored with this tool.<br />Once I did find it very cool.<br />An event I am trying to trap.<br />This whole code has turned to crap.</span></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117035728652716442005-05-25T08:42:00.000-07:002005-05-25T08:42:08.656-07:00at tauli <a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/5972/640/Photo_1.jpg'><img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/5972/320/Photo_1.jpg'></a>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117035230861516572005-05-25T08:33:00.000-07:002005-05-25T08:33:50.863-07:00Lightly in my life<strong><font color="#ff0000">You walked lightly into my life<br>Captivating and lovely to my mind,<br>At first, I never cared who you were<br>Now I don't know who I am without you.<br> <br> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;">(this one is not original)</span><br> </font></strong> abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117011660316996042005-05-25T02:00:00.000-07:002005-05-25T02:01:00.320-07:00Hold Me.<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Sitting here wondering if you know</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">That the nights are long and cold</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">It's you that I want to hold</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">In my arms and never let go </span><br /></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117080786174352682005-05-24T12:32:00.000-07:002005-05-25T21:18:24.890-07:00Need to Know<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">There is no need to know <br>We could go with the flow<br>Boredom is killing me<br>Come and set me free.</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1116237274785476882005-05-16T02:45:00.000-07:002005-05-16T02:54:34.790-07:00Peace of Mind<span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">People usually seek peace of mind.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">That is really dificult to find.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">So they seek solace in wealth</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">And that causes trouble with their health.<br /><br /><br /></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1116236284977403482005-05-16T02:36:00.000-07:002005-06-02T08:51:23.590-07:00Leaving<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" >Its the day when we will forever part,<br />Can't change your fate, no matter what,<br />Never meant to fall in love with you,<br />Now you are going, i am feeling so blue.<br /><br />Asking you to stay would be so selfish.<br />Things will never be the same again.<br />Your thoughts will be a part of my brain.<br /><br />When I walked through a mall by your side<br />and saw the girls with children inside,<br />I wish you wud be the mother of my child.<br />With you, i felt completely beguiled.<br /><br />However its time now to let go.<br />What should have been done weeks ago.<br />Leaving you is really tough on my part.<br />Thanks a ton for not breaking my heart.<br /><br />In a moving train, we had made a pact.<br />Lets together brace for impact.<br />This way it would not hurt at all<br />If either of us had to take a fall.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wrote this poem when I knew that my friend <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Angel</span> was going to leave India.</span></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117103153587734452005-05-07T11:28:00.000-07:002005-05-26T03:25:53.590-07:00Dropping you home.<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">In my body exhaustion crept</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">For 24 hours I hadn't slept</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">I knew I had to drop you home</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">Then I could call it a day.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">No matter what you say</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;">I still love you in every possible way</span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12933495.post-1117429219131356162005-04-29T21:59:00.000-07:002005-06-02T01:34:47.616-07:00Asking for a divorce<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >What now my love do you want of me?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When are you planning to set me free?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >This has been going on for too long.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >You ought to know to you I don't belong.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >How much longer do I have to endure?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >To end my suffering, there is one cure.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >This little piece of paper requires your sign.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Then things between us could turn fine.<br /><br />The difference is wide that the sheets will not decide.<br />Lets stop taking each other for a ride.<br />Some things are just not meant to be.<br />By signing some papers we can set each other free.<br /></span>abhijitnoreply@blogger.com