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  1. Linuxuser; I am a soldier ( no matter how unknown I may be) I sure know about all that AK47 and SeK47, but nada about print label things ni haha....
  2. Thanks Negative_Phreek for the link! No no, I am not trying to print in A4 size paper. I have to print in pre-designed labels that can be sticked in the envelopes, if you know what i mean! But, I think i can use that software you gave me the link of. Thanks!
  3. Could anyone plz tell me how to precisely print address label for envelops? Is there some sort of software to do this stuff or we can only do it manually. Thanks!
  4. Thanks everyone for your response! I asked you this question because I found it interesting that without listening to anyone, I felt eveyone pronounce WNSO as 'W' 'N' 'SO'. Maybe because it is easy this way, and also it rhyms well, doesn't it? Haha... And the Nepali newspaper also had its own version. What about the rest of you!
  5. I was just wondering, how you guys pronounce WNSO? Do you utter each letter like 'W' 'N' 'S' 'O'or something else. As for me, I pronounce as 'W' N' 'SO'. I don't why; i just happen to do so.
  6. The Lesson (Edward Lucie-Smith) ‘Your father is gone,’ my bald headmaster said. His shiny dome and brown tobacco jar Splintered at once in tears. It wasn’t grief. I cried for knowledge which was bitterer Than any grief. For there and then I knew That the grief has uses- that a father dead Could bind the bully’s fist for a week or two; And then I cried for shame, then for relief. I was a month passed ten when I learnt this: I still remember how the noise was stilled In school-assembly when my grief came in. Some goldfish in bowl quietly sculled Around their shining prison on the shelf. They were indifferent. All other eyes Were turned towards me. Somewhere in myself Pride, like a goldfish flashed a sudden fin. Again following Benktesh, ^__^ unknown soldier.
  7. My Papa’s Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death; Such a waltzing was not easy We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not be unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle You beat time on my head With a palm caked by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. -By Theodore Roethke Just following up with Benktesh's initiation unknown soldier
  8. Hi Hiddenmindneo, Your poem reminds me of a poem by an artist called Leonard Cohen which kind of answers to your poem. It goes like this: Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning Our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow Like sleepy golden storm Yes many loved before us I know that we are not new In cities and in forests They smiled like me and you But it’s now come to distances Both of us must try Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye No I am not looking for another As I wander in my time Walk me to the corner Our steps will always rhyme You know my love goes with you As your love stays with me It’s just the way it changes Like the shoreline and the sea But let’s not talk of love or chains And things we can’t untie Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye ~~ by Leonard Cohen~~ uknown soldier
  9. Yeah, me too, I do not like him. I think, Sharukh khan has played a little too much of Rahul, isn't it? Or has he changed his style recently? I have not seen any of his movies after Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Nothing new to watch really.
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