Monday, May 24, 2010

BEFORE HOUR STARTED TO SHOUT.....

HEY VERYBODY....ITS TIME TO GO BOOK AND START PREPARATION...................EXAM FEVER IS AGAIN AT HAND AND WE ARE READY TO ROCK WITH ROCKBAND.......RTU



HI...I will meet u again in this....whenever i will get time...bye

A farewell is necessary before you can meet again

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.


Chorus.—My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.


Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart’s in the Highlands, &c.

Friday, August 21, 2009

This poem has written about a friend that has always been there. And continues to be there, even when I can't see ...........

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.
But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.
Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.
She lives in this world for the sake of another's heartGod,
how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.
She has wings that I know not only I can seeCause
only an angel could find strength to carry meIt's the way
that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.
Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have lightAnd now
how I hold the new color of night.
She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome placeI
have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.
Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much..................................................
((((((((((((((((((((((((((( what,s about this friendship ))))))))))))))))))

WHAT FRIENDSHIP EXACTLY...................?

Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

my vedio

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bv3SsVS8fcg................ see vedio for jaipur tour from ur home....

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

EXAMINATION AT THE DOOR............................

hey what's up...........this is exam time.wake up and prepare for ur exam.........and nothing else

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Michael Jackson: Final Tribute, Last Goodbye

An era has come to an end. Michael Jackson, King of Pop, is dead. We were waiting for his comeback. But that was not to be.
May his soul rest in peace...