<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of azaa g</title><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of azaa g</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>A walk in da rain</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>When the world has taken its toll<BR>And I feel so out of control</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>Everything I do or say<BR>Becomes a big disarray</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>The rain begins to fall<BR>Creating a dark wall</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>Brings a grin to my face<BR>I grab my shoes and race</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>Into the wet wall of tears<BR>All at once letting go of my fears</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>Now I don't have to be shy<BR>Behind the wet wall I can cry</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>With every falling drop <BR>The pain begins to stop</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>Like it's washing it away<BR>Pain falls the ground to stay</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>A scream into the clouded sky<BR>In a way says goodbye </FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>To the anger and pain<BR>That I couldn't even explain</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P align=center><EM><STRONG><FONT size=4>The water falling around me<BR>Has once again set me free<BR></FONT></STRONG></EM></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 21:51:44 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/08/A-walk-in-da-rain-1.html</link></item><item><title>Not goodbye</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><EM><FONT color=#000066 size=4><STRONG>How do I say goodbye<BR>And not stop to cry?<BR>Tears, fears, and prayers for the years<BR>I'll spend missing you<BR>Alone and so blue<BR>Reminiscing, missing, and listing<BR>All the little things you do<BR>The trouble we could get into<BR>Mondays, Tuesdays and Always<BR>Waiting for your return<BR>Filled with concern<BR>Goodbye? No. Not goodbye<BR>But farewell and so long till' <BR>We meet again, to you I belong<BR>Okay, everyday you're away<BR>My dirty little secret<BR>With no regret<BR>And I promise you this.<BR>I love you for always<BR>Muah!<BR></STRONG></FONT></P></EM>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 21:49:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/08/Not-goodbye-1.html</link></item><item><title>Baby dont worry</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><EM><FONT size=4><STRONG><FONT color=#663366>Baby don't worry<BR>I will never leave you<BR>This is true<BR>I promise you<BR>You're the only one for me<BR>Baby I love you can't you see<BR>I want to be with you forever<BR>I will leave you..never<BR>This may sound crazy<BR>But some day I want to have your baby<BR>I want to be your wife<BR>I want to be with you for life<BR>Like I said<BR>This may sound crazy<BR>But when I'm with you I can be me<BR>I'm happy and I'm free<BR>Don't want to lie to you<BR>Don't want to hurt you<BR>Don't want to scare you<BR>I just want to be with you<BR></FONT></P></STRONG></FONT></EM>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:19:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/14/Baby-dont-worry-1.html</link></item><item><title>Divorce letter</title><description><![CDATA[<P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Dear Wife,</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal, and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers later that night. <BR>You came home, nibbled at your food for two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me. Whichever is the case,,,,I'm gone.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Signed,</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Your EX-Husband</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>P.S. Don't try to find me. Your sister and I are moving away to West Virginia together. Have a great life!<BR>------------ </U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Dear Ex-Husband,</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Nothing has made my day more enjoyable than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a 'good man' is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. It's just too bad it doesn't work.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Yes, I did notice when you got a hair cut last week,,, and actually the first thing that came to my mind was "You look just like a girl",,, but my mother raised me not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was just a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your silk boxers were $49.99...</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for twenty million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Hawaii. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you've always wanted.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>My lawyer said with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>Signed: Rich As Hell and Freeeeeeeeeeee!</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but my sister 'Carla',,,was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem for you.</U></FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#330033 size=4><U>******* </U></FONT></STRONG></P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 22:29:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/26/Divorce-letter-1.html</link></item><item><title>Helpless</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><BR><BR><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><EM><STRONG><FONT color=#009900 size=4>Completly helpless when he touches me<BR>in the slightest way <BR>when he kisses me<BR>when he pulls me close to him<BR>and kisses me so gently <BR>my body trembles<BR>and i melt right into his arms<BR>these feelings i wish i could express to him<BR>but i never can find the words<BR>its like they're lost in the wind<BR>its hopeless trying to fight off these feelings<BR>its like he has me under a spell <BR>a trants when he comes around<BR>but when he looks me in the eyes<BR>and says he loves me <BR>without saying anything at all<BR>im paralyzed <BR>i feel butterflies in my stomach <BR>but thats what i love about him<BR>he makes me feel <BR><BR><BR></FONT></STRONG></P></EM></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 22:13:57 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/25/Helpless-1.html</link></item><item><title>Denver airport</title><description><![CDATA[<P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4> </FONT></STRONG></P><P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>Denver Airport :</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>This is hilarious. I wish I had the guts of this girl. For all of you out there who've had to deal with an irate customer, this one is for you. An<BR>award should go to the United Airlines gate agent in Denver for being smart and funny while making her point when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.</FONT></STRONG></P><P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>A crowded United Airlines flight was canceled. A single agent was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travelers. Suddenly an angry<BR>passenger pushed his way to the desk.</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>He slapped his ticket on the counter and said "I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS."</FONT></STRONG></P><P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>The agent replied, "I am sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but, I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work<BR>something out." The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, </FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"</FONT></STRONG></P><P><BR><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone, "May I have your attention please, " she began, her voice<BR>heard clearly throughout the terminal. </FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>"We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Gate 14."</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore "F*** You!". </FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4>Without flinching, she smiled and said, I'm sorry sir, you'll have to get in line for that too.</FONT></STRONG></P><P><STRONG><FONT color=#333399 size=4></FONT></STRONG> </P><P><STRONG><BR><FONT size=4></FONT></STRONG> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 22:05:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/21/Denver-airport-2.html</link></item><item><title>Perspective on life</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>"It was great, Dad." </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>"Oh yeah," said the son.</FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>"So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father.</FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>The son answered: <BR>"I saw that we have one dog and they had four. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night... </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We buy our food, but they grow theirs. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them." </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>The boy's father was speechless. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#6600cc size=4>"Life is too short and friends are too few." </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><STRONG><P align=center><BR></P><EM><FONT size=4></FONT></EM></STRONG><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home6/29/b9a75931350f46534eb8b945ca2dac8e/homep/images/1205937737">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:10:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/19/Perspective-on-life-2.html</link></item><item><title>Him</title><description><![CDATA[<EM><STRONG><FONT color=#009900 size=5>I see him day by day<BR>I see him walk my way<BR>I dream about him each night<BR>Wish upon a star every night<BR>That he will kiss my lips and make my knees go weak<BR>But till then i'll wait alone wishing he will come to rescue me <BR><BR></FONT></STRONG></EM>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 14:46:11 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/19/Him-1.html</link></item><item><title>The wrong times</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT color=#993399 size=4>As the sadness creeps<BR>As my heart weeps<BR>You scream with anger<BR>Loud with rage<BR>AS I wait<BR>for my fate<BR>I cry and cry<BR>As I wish to die<BR>You are the hand<BR>I am the glass<BR>You pick me up<BR>Throw me down<BR>AS the sadnnes creeps<BR>The glass breaks <BR><BR></FONT></P></EM></STRONG>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 22:01:34 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/17/The-wrong-times-1.html</link></item><item><title>The perfect husband...</title><description><![CDATA[<P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG> </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>Several men are in the changing room of a golf club. <BR>A mobile phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and began to talk. </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>Everyone else in the room stops to listen. </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "Hello" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "Darling, it's me. Are you at the club?" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "Yes" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "I am at the shopping centre and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only Rs.1,900. Is it OK if I buy it?" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "Sure,..go ahead if you like it that much." </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2005 models. I saw one I really liked." </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "How much?" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "Rs17,00,000" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options." </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing ... The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking <BR>             Rs.31,50,000" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of 31,00,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 <BR>   thousand. It really is a pretty good price." </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>MAN: "Bye! I love you, too." </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>The man hangs up. The other men in the changing room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape..... </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>He smiles and asks: </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG></STRONG></FONT> </P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG></STRONG></FONT> </P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><BR><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>- </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG>"Anyone knows who this mobile belongs to?" </STRONG></FONT></P><P><FONT size=4><STRONG></STRONG></FONT> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 20:55:23 +0530</pubDate><link>http://azaa9g.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/17/The-perfect-husband.html</link></item></channel></rss>