<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:39:51.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Almighty desires !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-2738891211285955998</id><published>2012-01-15T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:50:58.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This new year I want ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a great great New Year ( oh c'mon its just 15 days old sentence so please accept the same with a &amp;nbsp;SMILEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my&amp;nbsp;holidays&amp;nbsp;are over and the season of fun and enjoyment is over too! But I want to take this year with a bang and a bingo so that I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;miss my vacations sooo much which I spent with my fiance after approx 19 months &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011, I kept working &amp;nbsp;(hardly) on my computer so that I could keep my poor self Employed. I earned last year (only) for my bread and butter and for some chips as well but this I want to earn enough to buy something better to eat, &amp;nbsp;THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN EATING BREAD AND BUTTER ALL THE TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this year&lt;br /&gt;I want a disease free, flu free, flab free, pimple free health 365 days&lt;br /&gt;I want thick pay checks all 12 months and more savings each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However here are some&amp;nbsp;quintessential&amp;nbsp;things that I want this year :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want for&amp;nbsp;myself a good techie phone before April 2012, &amp;nbsp;last year my best fone went dead and I am stuck with&amp;nbsp;tacky&amp;nbsp;fone from China ($38) with loud speakers. i want get rid of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want for myself a good TV before August 2012, this year im sure my Tv will also go dead (yes.. its that bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I want for myself a good outstation vacation before December 2012. I will be fed up if I work so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i have to get all these things I will have to develop 3 qualities&lt;br /&gt;motivation&lt;br /&gt;determination&lt;br /&gt;and Organisation I know.. oh these words are so ancient but only if i have all this only then i can work more without quitting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I keep working in and working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be friends with more God loving buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year frnds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-2738891211285955998?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/2738891211285955998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-new-year-i-want.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/2738891211285955998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/2738891211285955998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-new-year-i-want.html' title='This new year I want ...'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-1816974900642841197</id><published>2011-10-13T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:49:32.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Im a GOOGLE Addict !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;In this world there are so many addictions. Some people find themselves addicted to chocolates or ice creams, Others are addicted to those things that make them high, give them the feeling of overcoming their inhibitions and they become addcited to drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Some guys are addicted to technology, the newer the better. Girls are addicted to Shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;My sister is addicted to cosmetics. Once a cosmetic company of her choice&amp;nbsp;launches their new eye make/lipstick/gloss/blusher/nail paints etc. my sister grabs it all. It appears that she sometimes earn only to spend it on Lakme, Oriflame, Avon, Elle, Maybelline and Revlon. ( I hope my sis never reads it.. ooops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Coming on my self analysis. Im addicted to nothing but one thing in particular and that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The very useful search engine which I reckon is the best.☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I think Google is something that I want everywhere to be with me. when Im working&amp;nbsp;or not working, when Im in office or at home, when I am cooking a meal or painting. I need&amp;nbsp;Google to be opened in my Phone or in my competent browser :) but&amp;nbsp;ultimately I want myself to&amp;nbsp;be surrounded with google search bar&amp;nbsp;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;In my office, my colleagues even call me Google Naqvee instead of Gulshan Naqvee (Naqvee being my last name). My initials actually make it clear how much I love Google. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;My tagline is like this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;If there's a question there's an answer and the same you can find in Google. Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Reason for addiction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Human mind is full of questions and mine is no exception but what I need is a constant boost of answers. Things that strike my imagination or questions that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;pop in&amp;nbsp;my mind needs an immediate answer which can not be done unless you are with someone who is equal to the search engine Google. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;How Google saved me from ridicule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I remember I was in my first office last year and my boss asked me some weird section of some legal enactment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;She asked me to show how little I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Since I was sitting in her chamber, I got out and headed straight to the restroom. I opened my web browser on fone and googled that provision. pat came the answer with some distimctive case laws supporting the provision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I went back to my mam's chamber, sat satisfied and asked "Sorry, which law were you talking about?" She said with a raised eye brow&amp;nbsp;" I was talking ABOUT Special Economic Zones Act" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I said.."ohh the 2005 one? The one with blah blah provisions" She thought I was one confused lass.. But I just laughed..heheh... and the provision And case laws.. I discussed all that left her Tight Lipped. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;At times, when I am alone and sad instead of sharing my sorrows with others I google the words "how to overcome sorrow" and pat comes the website urls with topics like "20 ways to beat the sadness" or "Faith to overcome sorrow and suffering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;when I think about sprituality and then think why faith/religion matters in a person's life then I google my question and see how the world answers about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Since my relationship with my fiance has turned into a long distance relationship from past 3 years I face difficulty in managing it. So i google&amp;nbsp;to boost my confidence that can Long distnace relationships survive without problems. and people from around the world&amp;nbsp;exhibit themselves&amp;nbsp;with their own stories and articles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;♥ for me, a new window to the whole world is opened when I google something, from space to sea bed, From mountains to moss Anything that crosses my mind I can see it though Google's assistance. It is not so that other search engines are not good with me.. But Google is just like me,&amp;nbsp;fast. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;There are just so many things that I do, search for games, free music, recipe books, easy meals, cleaning articles, grooming and technology blah blah and&amp;nbsp;my subjects and free copies of legal Acts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Google is one stop for me. And im Addicted to it without any dangerous side effect. But when my eyes itch after spending too much time staring the computer screen or fone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I GOOGLE -------------&amp;gt; HOW TO CARE FOR ITCHY EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuYPwe6Dseo/TpblHV7l-OI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/L241KpwQ6y4/s1600/google.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuYPwe6Dseo/TpblHV7l-OI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/L241KpwQ6y4/s1600/google.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-1816974900642841197?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/1816974900642841197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-google-addict.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1816974900642841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1816974900642841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-google-addict.html' title='Im a GOOGLE Addict !'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuYPwe6Dseo/TpblHV7l-OI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/L241KpwQ6y4/s72-c/google.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-6523821193138860863</id><published>2011-10-08T13:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-08T13:37:24.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up the spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;hi all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my heart melts and reaches out to such people&amp;nbsp;who are&amp;nbsp;battling with their life while gifting away their talent to the world.&amp;nbsp; I feel so small in front of them and so untalented. They have&amp;nbsp;dealt so much with life and they are continuing with it every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently my sis got&amp;nbsp;a packet of greeting cards and small best wishes cards&amp;nbsp;on which some very b'ful paintings were made. I asked the reason for getting the whole lot and she said "look at the backside of the card" when I turned over I saw a small&amp;nbsp;symbol of two people holding their art brushes&amp;nbsp;in their mouth&amp;nbsp;and between their toes :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They paintings and artists are promoted by an org called&amp;nbsp;Indian Mouth and Foot Painting Artists, by engaging highly talented Indian mouth and foot painting artists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All the artists either draw/paint by holding the art brushes in&amp;nbsp;their mouths or between their toes since they have their limbs amputed due to certain reason&amp;nbsp;or the spine has been completed got bad while other artists were born this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at them and see if you can purchase their art,greeting cards,bookmarks,calenders,shoopy bags,tees etc. EVEN if u dont purchse anything, still just appreciate it and we all can learn a lesson together&amp;nbsp;as to how to battle with this thing called LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They paint amazing .. plz have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imfpa.co.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Click here : Indian Mouth and Foot Painting Artists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can also Read the small bio's of every artsist, a story on how they lost all and also earned it back !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Naqvee♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-6523821193138860863?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/6523821193138860863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-all.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6523821193138860863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6523821193138860863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-all.html' title='Keeping up the spirit'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4504509576685827454</id><published>2011-10-08T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:52:56.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IS Quitting a job an easy thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since this Monday I have &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; performing quite poor in terms of my job ! At times, I feel like I really should not do any WORK&amp;nbsp;at all as working in office is against the NATURAL LAW. But then living &lt;strike&gt;and enjoying&lt;/strike&gt; life in better quality is not so freaking against the NATURAL LAW.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I feel&amp;nbsp;I should quit working&amp;nbsp;is bcoz&amp;nbsp;I sometimes hit the downs from ' the ups and downs of life' and I become sad and&amp;nbsp;think that someone better than me should sit on my chair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I re-think what are my chances out there if i quit my present job of a legal editor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then these jobs come to my mind lets analyse if i can do them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;1) &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I can be a Painter&lt;/strong&gt; : You have seen my art work already but for those who haven't&amp;nbsp;its &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/p/my-paintings.html"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; So, do u think I can exhibit them and earn some bucks if not fame. :) but painting needs INSPIRATION and trust me I get hardly inspired more than twice in a month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;I can be a Macaroni specialist&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; These days everyone has to master something in the cooking field also. I think if I take a kiosk on lease in a mall and cook my type of macaroni I can earn bucks if not appreciation since I will serve it for dirt cheap price. :D but i think i wont be able to stand the disgusting look of not liking my food on theor faces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;I can be a clerk&lt;/strong&gt;: Working in the office also helps you learn clerk skills. I can be that and its pretty easy also but it pays you almost nothing as compared to the present remuneration. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;I can be writer&lt;/strong&gt; : I love writing. I will write stories for kids and teens.I am good with vampire knowledge also hence, I can re-model the period vampires with a twist. ;) but i know.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;A FulltimeTutor&lt;/strong&gt;: Actually I teach as well (at home) so a full time tutor is a good job but it will end up with a headache since kids ask a lot then my answering power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) ...&lt;strong&gt; a paid&amp;nbsp;blogg&lt;/strong&gt;er?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Analysis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;the ultimate question is why should I quit?I compeletly love my job reading and writing about law is my passion. Can one bad phase really defeat my passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moreover, why think about q&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uitting as I wont end up with a better opportunity of self learning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the aforesaid professions need time, energy and inspiration. I can be a macaroni specialist for my guests, painter for my wall, story writer for my future kids, a tutor for my own thirst of re-learning the education, a clerk for my sister's office and a blogger for you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for my personal satiety I am sure my present job is customized for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore,&amp;nbsp;I must swim a little more deep to understand why Im hitting the lows and how to rise back to the surface again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.. Quitting a job is easy but it is difficult to understand what made you quit? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have understood it now.. so no more thoughts 'bout quitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VQKx_wgfmQg/To4lQo_A2QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nv_2xw-CxFw/s1600/gulab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VQKx_wgfmQg/To4lQo_A2QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nv_2xw-CxFw/s400/gulab.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took this pic when my Dahlia was blooming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;a green thumb so fit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the post of gardener :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Comments off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4504509576685827454?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4504509576685827454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-quitting-job-easy-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4504509576685827454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4504509576685827454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-quitting-job-easy-thing.html' title='IS Quitting a job an easy thing?'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VQKx_wgfmQg/To4lQo_A2QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nv_2xw-CxFw/s72-c/gulab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4704858888415035612</id><published>2011-09-29T02:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-29T02:15:10.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Family:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I read this short story on a site;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a FAMILY? A&amp;nbsp;kid from a broken family&amp;nbsp;replied : Father and Mother I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took a couple of minutes to realise what does Family actually mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found the answer. Its my Father and two mothers my real sister and my half brother who actually spent a lot of time pampering me with the world's not so very best things but they gave me the years of full enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has spent his more than half life living with my mom, and bringing up my sister along with ME.&lt;br /&gt;My step mom and her two kids [my half bro and his sis (now no more, may her soul RIP)] lived with her in another state where she worked&amp;nbsp; as lecturer in a State College. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India a man having two wives is still considered a taboo however, we never felt the same. Maybe God wanted us to be this way and we accepted. Laughter was all I can still remember echoing in my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my step mom used to visit us along with her kids in summer vacations then that was really called vacation. &lt;br /&gt;We used to talk about the childhood of our three parents, how they spent it, their friends and how much allowance they used to get when they were kids. I know they lied all the time when they said they never got one. &amp;nbsp;:{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to hear about Their ghost encounters. Witches.. and we used to shiver after hearing all that.. We also loved the repeated tales of Our late Grandpa who was a Police Chief under the Brtish Raj (Rule) and many more bravery items. &lt;br /&gt;They used to share their parts of history and many more fun stuff which was heard by all of us&amp;nbsp;with so much enthusiasm countlessly and timlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family also means to me the bigger dominant family to which my dad belongs to: 7 brothers and 3 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer vacations' fun used to double up when our uncles and aunts with their kids used to visit us in some surprising week of that decade of 1990's. Ohh.. that was then we kids went berserk and gosh we all were plain skinny types. Now i know why, we used to stay so excited that we even didnt care to sleep at night&amp;nbsp;and kept talking and talking the whole night. No eating properly just having fun, singing songs of then movies and talking about movie stars. Every kid had its own fav. movie star then. &lt;br /&gt;ahahahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family means socialization of a child, I learnt&amp;nbsp;self&amp;nbsp;respect and self dignity rather then having ego. I learnt laughing and sharing rather then sulking and being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My family gave me a positive&amp;nbsp;outlook towards life which usually a&amp;nbsp;child from broken family cannot get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family binds me and I am&amp;nbsp;also like a running thread binding every member of the family in a certain way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4704858888415035612?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4704858888415035612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/09/family.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4704858888415035612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4704858888415035612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/09/family.html' title='Family:)'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-6660075182710454435</id><published>2011-08-18T17:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:03:15.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Invitation to Social sites.THANKS BUT NO THANKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read an article in one of those&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;newspaper Mags which talked about "Spending too much time on Social Networking Sites works like an addiction and can cause huge increase in stress levels"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Let me clear the air here:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One may think that I may be a backward in techie zone but this isn't true although I have never been a huge fan of any of So-called- Social Networking sites ! I have never been connected to anyone through FaceBook/Twitter/Orkut ect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Few Years back, when Orkut was on height My sister also was on Orkut but I never had an independent page for my own friends since I believed that people whom I met in class rooms really didnt need to hover as clouds on ME all the time even when I am outside the class.. Being with friends during the half of the day and then spending the other half on any networking website and THAT AGAIN WITH THEM was kind of wastage of time for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Seriously.. Then I found a good reason to stay away ! I saw some of my good cousins getting jealous with my sis's b'ful snaps spread all over her Orkut profile. And since they shared mean comments every time my sis dropped a new snap over her profile... &amp;nbsp;NO doubt you've option to block people away... but why we should block our own family members?&amp;nbsp;We thought it proper to shut down My sis's Orkut Profile as my sis always felt bad after reading them!&amp;nbsp;THE END.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A Year back... I thought about peeping in other's life on Facebook&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;knowing those whom I KNOW.. But suddenly my classmates / Friends of Friends and all those&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;strangers&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp;there &amp;nbsp;whom I have never spoken in the class or even in my life, came over sending me umpteenth&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;requests all the time. I felt almost outrageous every time I used to ignore those&amp;nbsp;Friend&amp;nbsp;requests. However, the best part was somewhere here... Facebook doesn't properly protect your&amp;nbsp;identity&amp;nbsp;and snaps and &amp;nbsp;(thats a debate ongoing over that) and moreover those games and thousand application requests never let you keep your nerves calm. So a good bye bye from there I said..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The worst about these social network'g sites... you have an option to comment and then re-comment and re - re- comment and then You start into some one's leg pulling or end up in a heated argument.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One thing I think&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;sites are giving way to.. A generation is born where every one is SELF&amp;nbsp;OBSESSED !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;On orkut and&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;you have an option giving you a chance as TO SAY what's up with you! &amp;nbsp;STATUS&amp;nbsp;UPDATE&amp;nbsp;!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;PROFILE HOLDER type in there: COOKING MEAL NOW AND WILL EAT UP THE PLATE AS WELL.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;close&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;comment: WOW.. KEEP IT UP'/WHATS COOKING/ I WANT TO EAT AS WELL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;not&amp;nbsp;SO CLOSE FRIENDS WILL JUST "like YOUR STATUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;gimme a break!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;what was so nice to talk about in there to comment on or even like it? A generation talking complete non-sense ! can you believe this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Twitter is about CELEBRITY NON-SENSE : 140 words of pure crap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Movie stars updating&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;Status:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Drinking Coffee :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;and on this crap update they get 24 RE-TWEETS "WOW/ENJOY/LUV U"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;More here :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;“On the way to shoot'g a new movie in my new Merc”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;100 fans re-tweeting as "I love you XYZ, Im your biggest FAN"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;So... whatever this generation in doing after every 15 minutes they update their status.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Hence my status update on BLOGGER : &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;BLOgging is BEtter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ALAS ! No one “likes” it &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Here are my personal views on these sites... pictures are&amp;nbsp;drawn/written/made by me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m03DzQZlfqE/Tk0D65RZvsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1nM6sLjbtNg/s1600/NQV5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cW6fj_dgcWo/Tk0D-wigy6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/b4vjyqZHKrE/s1600/naqv7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54N-ZqGQamg/Tk0EMNrWMgI/AAAAAAAAA20/pSo0XIjr3Dw/s1600/NAqvee3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54N-ZqGQamg/Tk0EMNrWMgI/AAAAAAAAA20/pSo0XIjr3Dw/s400/NAqvee3.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cW6fj_dgcWo/Tk0D-wigy6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/b4vjyqZHKrE/s400/naqv7.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--M7nDXs8FuA/Tk0EP2r1LvI/AAAAAAAAA24/u_hK-TTqOs4/s1600/nqv6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--M7nDXs8FuA/Tk0EP2r1LvI/AAAAAAAAA24/u_hK-TTqOs4/s400/nqv6.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Therefore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEp2dydLS8/Tk0EEa7p27I/AAAAAAAAA2s/9BAz53RLkcA/s1600/NAQVEE1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEp2dydLS8/Tk0EEa7p27I/AAAAAAAAA2s/9BAz53RLkcA/s640/NAQVEE1.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;CIAooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-6660075182710454435?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/6660075182710454435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/08/recently-i-read-article-in-one-of-those.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6660075182710454435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6660075182710454435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/08/recently-i-read-article-in-one-of-those.html' title='Invitation to Social sites.THANKS BUT NO THANKS'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m03DzQZlfqE/Tk0D65RZvsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1nM6sLjbtNg/s72-c/NQV5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-121533598128001699</id><published>2011-08-07T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:35:49.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" closure_uid_sbgutm="268" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friendship is a beautiful bridge of thoughts from one heart to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_iwa9cv="438" closure_uid_sbgutm="294" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DfWOt6hqA/Tj6HtYHDoWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0FNxGiUXklk/s1600/bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DfWOt6hqA/Tj6HtYHDoWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0FNxGiUXklk/s400/bridge.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sbgutm="205"&gt;It is like a complete rainbow from one end to another and it becomes visible in all its colors only when the storm crosses my heart.. and when the sun shines I see you standing there... bright and like an arched door so that i can enter it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" closure_uid_sbgutm="102" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_sbgutm="179" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V88hXZcd_Zk/Tj6I9cHoGZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1Un18_H_VZM/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V88hXZcd_Zk/Tj6I9cHoGZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1Un18_H_VZM/s400/rainbow.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sbgutm="153"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_iwa9cv="554"&gt;For me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_sbgutm="152"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friendship is like a bark of tree that joins the top most sunlit leaf with the deepest root in the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" closure_uid_iwa9cv="95" closure_uid_sbgutm="295" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_iwa9cv="457" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAuPw_AZ_C0/Tj6JtMqpI1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/byIzTeusKmM/s1600/oak+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAuPw_AZ_C0/Tj6JtMqpI1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/byIzTeusKmM/s400/oak+tree.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1991832128"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1991832129"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_iwa9cv="351" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_iwa9cv="350"&gt;Friendship for me is the most pious and purest feeling that I have ever felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_iwa9cv="193" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNWe8W6Qr0g/Tj6KML2N-GI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uNiImN-hCt4/s1600/hand33copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNWe8W6Qr0g/Tj6KML2N-GI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uNiImN-hCt4/s400/hand33copy.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_iwa9cv="193" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can't thank enough&amp;nbsp;to those who have stood with me through the test of time rather than being fair weather friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thank You for being there with me. Looking forward to share the best with you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;CIAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="113" closure_uid_iwa9cv="352" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="116" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_253jtn="117" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-121533598128001699?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/121533598128001699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/121533598128001699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/121533598128001699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2DfWOt6hqA/Tj6HtYHDoWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0FNxGiUXklk/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-3743549689386077844</id><published>2011-07-26T22:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:04:42.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recurring dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="111"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_id1k1e="102"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="92"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="90" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Have u ever dreamt of one thing again and again.. I m talking about the sort of dream when we see it and it recurs after a week or a month. The same thing u see it and then u think in the dream that you have seen it before but that too in the dream.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="92"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="108"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="93" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I remember seeing one dream recurring but it was bad since it used to be&amp;nbsp;horrendous&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;a nightmare for me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="108"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="95"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="94" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some History before narration:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="94" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I remember somehow my days in Kindergarten. And that I used to go with my sister in some montessory school and I remember a party also which was I think annual day celebrations or something. The school was primary one with upto 5 grades only I was in the kindergarten at that time and my sis was in her 3rd grade. I remember the pain in my ears when all the kids in my class used to cry all day but there was one window where I used to sit and never cried since I could see my mom coming everyday from there to pick me up. .. I rememer that window clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Once my sister finshed her 3rd class over there we moved to a new school, which was better and I got admission in my first grade. everything was fine.. I gradually moved to upper classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In 8th grade my sister left but I continued studing in this new school There was a way a street kind of which used to join my old school and my new school .. I dont know why but we never used to take that route while going to the school. it happened one day that I was in grade 7 and coming alone from that street so I thought about seeing the school and my kindergarten. As soon as I entered the school premises it was all ruined ..the whole building&amp;nbsp;of the school was kind of blasted.. nothing over there.. I asked a local about the school... and she told me that a kid once died there... therefore the school had to close and moreover it was going in loss. so they were reconstructing the place and making it a building or something !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;hmm.. I thought about that poor child.. and I slept thinking about that montessory school~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;My nightmare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I saw myself entering into my montessory school -&amp;nbsp;I saw that i was also the part of the annual day party and i saw my sister as she used to look when she was in 3rd - I saw myslef sitting near the window and waiting for my mom... from that window.. and as soon as I heard something I jumped off from my seat.. I saw a snake entering from that window.. a huge snake.. i turned around and the whole class was empty .. the front lawn where that party was going was vacant.. no one was there.. not even my sister.. but still I could hear something painful... cries of the small children in my class... pain and ... i was helpless since there was no door i could see.. and no way to escape..I saw the snake moving towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;with a jolt I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I saw this dream again and again i think it repeated amost after every two three months.. till I was in my 12th grade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I was so sick of it... I used to think that there is something wrong with me or maybe that school was jinxed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="112"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="113" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Then from somehwere I found a&amp;nbsp;book by a german author about dream analysis and then I got to know why we dream and wat are recurring dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p5fe8l="112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;There was treatment about curing painful dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="111" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I learned to treat myslef.. and In a lucid state as written by the author of the book i told my mind that I will visit that montessory school again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;but that night I just couldn't enter it.. I didn't dream that night.. even not the other night.. whole week i didnt dream.. but i said those words.. and slept... nothing dreamless nights passed by.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;After 6-7 months... when i stopped saying anything.. I saw the same dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I clearly remeber what I did.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I saw myself entering into my montessory school -&amp;nbsp;I saw that annual day party and i saw my sister&amp;nbsp; - I saw myslef sitting near the window and waiting for my mom... from that window.. and as soon as I heard something I jumped off from my seat.. I saw a snake entering from that window.. a huge snake.. i turned around and the whole class was empty .. the front lawn where that party was going was vacant.. no one was there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p5fe8l="114" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I knew what will happen next.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;but still I could hear something painful... cries of the small children in my class... pain and I saw the snake moving towards me... Suddenly I told my mind to dodge the snake I ran towards the blackboard and garbbed a duster.. I was not hyperventilating ... and I told myslef.. i was brave.. I threw the duster towards the snake.. I ran towards the window.. and jumped outside from the window.. I know.. i would be hurt.. but i just jumped.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I escaped... I saved my life.. wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;when i woke up.. I was sore muscled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;But then this dream ended forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_id1k1e="101"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;And now i know the cure for such dreams forever. showing bravery then and there as if it was real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110" closure_uid_p5fe8l="115"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l1rcoz="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-3743549689386077844?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/3743549689386077844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/07/recurring-dreams.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/3743549689386077844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/3743549689386077844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/07/recurring-dreams.html' title='Recurring dreams'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-1044844235938196593</id><published>2011-07-18T18:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:57:57.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I grew old this JULY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y4ec2="137" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="147"&gt;Falling raindrops from the sky above me and feeling them on my face, smelling the dew on flowers.. walking on the rocky regions&amp;nbsp;bare&amp;nbsp;footed feeling&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;unique surface.. sipping coffee alone in the best&amp;nbsp;coffee&amp;nbsp;shops in&amp;nbsp;New&amp;nbsp;Delhi and taking a stroll under the navy blue sky.. feeling the breeze in my hair and&amp;nbsp;seeing&amp;nbsp;my paycheck.. sharing clothes with friends and enjoying the sun on swings... and also hearing my friends disturbing talks selflessly.(I know u r reading this) All of the above give me a unique sense of pleasure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="160"&gt;From past many months I was&amp;nbsp;savouring&amp;nbsp;this pleasure..&amp;nbsp;therefore, I could not come here..and talk with you about it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y4ec2="155" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find pleasure in many things just like all of you but all of the above I have enjoyed&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;grow. On 4th July I turned 24 years OLD. yes the number is still less but I see&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;as turning into an "old soul" very soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="138"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE &amp;nbsp;HYPER&amp;nbsp;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;: I have seen that in my pre-teen years I used to have a lot of mood swings and I was always in a blue mood but then gradually I started becoming more stable with my thoughts.There was a period in my teen-life that I became hyper sensitive. Reason lied somewhere when People used to call me older than my sister who is&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;older by 4 and a half years. My mom and my sis figured out the problem and that was our similar height, when I understood how people hyper- react to all these insignificant things then I lost my hyper-senstitvity towards this matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="140"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MELODRAMATIC ME&lt;/strong&gt; : There was another phase in my life when I became melodramatic. It was in my late-teens and I fell in love. I was torn between family and my beloved. My family grew sick of my this love affair and wanted to shift away to a new place. I prayed a lot and reacted emotionally. Our neighbors (worst enemies of that era) kept an eye on me and him whenever we met. Our secret meetings were the sensations and no more discreet. LOL. things went up high.. His family and my family... were answerable for our deeds .. Oh GOSH.. we were in 21st century still governed by taboos. And I have thrown such performances of high emotional &amp;nbsp;turbulence&amp;nbsp;that if &amp;nbsp;I had been in Hollywood I would have been awarded nothing less than an&amp;nbsp;Oscar&amp;nbsp;for those scenes.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;fine but I got&amp;nbsp;him as&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;fiance. Melodramas are a passe now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="141"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE STUDIOUS ME&lt;/strong&gt; : To get admission in law I turned and kicked every stone in my way.. My family never wanted me to be&amp;nbsp;a lawyer, this mystery is unsolved I have many lawyers in the family. but why my Dad never&amp;nbsp;wanted&amp;nbsp;this is still unknown. &amp;nbsp;After getting admission I vowed to&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;.. I will do every thing to keep my name in the good students of the uni. I studied day n night and completed my 5&amp;nbsp;years&amp;nbsp;and freed&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;of that vow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="143"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;UNHEALTHY&amp;nbsp;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: I have always had a striking sinus but recently I had three majors.. Jaundice, typhoid and Hepatitis A altogether. I survived isn't that enough? now what makes me that is still a mystery eating healthy food as always but I consumed contaminated water.. I'M not worried.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;an Indian born with &amp;nbsp;strong&amp;nbsp;internal&amp;nbsp;organs &amp;nbsp;but when I'm sick everybody around me&amp;nbsp;becomes&amp;nbsp;a doctor&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;when I see&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;a pathetic patient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y4ec2="145"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_y4ec2="144"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;LEARNER&amp;nbsp;IN ME&lt;/strong&gt;: I see myself as content now. Serving God each day &amp;nbsp;is the best part of my life . Loving every one around me, adjusting for them and seeing them adjusting with me makes me so comfy. I have no urge to reach higher except in&amp;nbsp;spirituality&amp;nbsp;since I have seen what I have gone&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;is &lt;u&gt;EVERYONE"S TALE&lt;/u&gt;. every one fights in the similar way.&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;one goes through same melodramas and same&amp;nbsp;phenomenons&amp;nbsp;.. we all are like this.. but only we are less content then others. I think this is the&amp;nbsp;pleasure&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;I ENJOY WITH&amp;nbsp;MYSELF&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;how I over-reacted, non-reacted&amp;nbsp;and hyper reacted to things which i thought were unique but&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;nbsp;has gone through it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y4ec2="146"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being a little wise with my age.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥♥♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-1044844235938196593?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/1044844235938196593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-grew-old-this-july.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1044844235938196593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1044844235938196593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-grew-old-this-july.html' title='I grew old this JULY'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-6234964252139920615</id><published>2011-02-24T20:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:14:21.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my 100 bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGulshan%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGulshan%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGulshan%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, im usually called a spendthrift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I equally get negative remarks for being this as I swear I don't buy things they get stuck to my bill SOMEHOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you how : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After being employed for a while now... I thought about using my money on buying some home decos, just some holiday lights sort of buying not-too-plush-over-the-capacity-kinda. So in need of beautifying my house, I took my mom, to one of those shops where we could find some housey stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We searched good stuff, but they were again over-my-capacity-of-buying-sort-of (I have no clue when people are empty pockets {like me} why do they go for shopping, huh???) .. so I just went looking to one area of that big long shop (its big in lengthwise not breadth wise) and found a nice corner where some chinese stuffs were stuffed. There were good chinese glass paintings, chinese mats, wall hangings so many Made-in-China types. They were unique and a message was also attached to that counter, "Once broken considered sold" kind warning messages as things were quite delicate over there... heehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing was also there,that caught me eye,a chinese fan, big chinese fan... well, I kind of loved them when I was a kid, and now thought, I shouldn't have loved it, they could be risky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As to my plans, a Chinese fan can be spread and be hanged on a wall.. as it appealed to me.. but all of them were closed.. I saw their price tag, and it was for hundred bucks !!! This piece was of an unusual rate. Why so high??? Indians hardly use them for fanning themselves.. gross idea to buy this, I left that counter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I returned to that counter again, as my mom was busy looking at other things, I thought about "re-thinking" to hang a beautiful Chinese fan on one of the walls of my house.. and in light of this, I opened one fan, spread it out.. and saw the design printed on it with simple red ink.. some Chinese women were picking something from the ground, maybe they were picking grass.. but why?.. that is how it appeared to me.. and some Chinese&amp;nbsp; alphabets was written on it at one side.. hmmm... I thought.. doesn't look appealing at all.. I closed it and kept it back from where I picked it up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sales man appeared on scene, and asked if i needed help, i said, no .. I moved on.. looked at someother not so beautiful fans.. then, I opened another fan casually just to see in case it has some beautiful art on it.... did I want to buy them?? naah just looking.. hmm.. I spread another one.. and a hideous design was made on it.. eew.. some&amp;nbsp; fiery dragons were present and I closed it at once.. AT once.. it couldn't be closed... why? the bolts got stuck.. alrite.. the salesman.. looked at me.. spread his palm out so that he could help me.. naah.. im an idiot but strong girl.. I struggled to close it.. and yes I did close it ... When.. I saw a chip of wood stood out of place from the fan.. I thought did I BREAK it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That Salesman looked at me.. and pointed out at the sign.. AHAAN... I can not put it back because, once broken It was CONSIDERED SOLD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this hideous,,, dragonned fan stuck to my bill and I paid 100 bucks for a broken and ugly Chinese fan?&amp;nbsp; I wish I could have broken that fan where some women (though showing their rears, were picking grass, looked better than this!!&amp;nbsp; Was I&amp;nbsp; angry, no, I was laughing... Look I am not a spendthrift ! Did I prove my point? I am an innocent buyer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NEXT day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I put some glue on all those woods that helps that fan to spread out.. 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How you found that Mr. Imperfect and how gained confidence after showing "him" that you were always right since the beginning !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times I found two captivating romances.. I refer them to all those, who think they can manage reading tragic love stories. Because with tears in eyes only few people can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hardy a King of Romance..&amp;nbsp; Far From the Madding Crowd.. is one novel I think I will never forget.. it connects to every girl in some way or the other. you may hate the heroine in the beginning but you love everyone's character at the end.. you will feel for them..&amp;nbsp; three heroes of different styles and outlooks... heroin's vanity dominates her character ...tragic turn..... happy ending... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TU2dcKFmA7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7eN-RLFxjjc/s1600/ffmc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TU2dcKFmA7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7eN-RLFxjjc/s1600/ffmc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was coming back from work I found a bookseller on the road, selling&amp;nbsp; new books for dirt cheap prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TU2XIvFsJfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qmH3-moiZCQ/s1600/love_story+better.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TU2XIvFsJfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qmH3-moiZCQ/s320/love_story+better.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this... "LOVE STORY" a 1970's rich versus poor tale... a love marriage.. a struggle afterwords.. incurable disease..untimely death...tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all Eric Segal could write way back 30 years.. but this is what remains as the reality still now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic tragedies..who is fortunate.. who loved and lost or who loved and retained... OR who simply loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-6725607572264180352?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/6725607572264180352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-you-ever-given-thought-on-your-own.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6725607572264180352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6725607572264180352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-you-ever-given-thought-on-your-own.html' title='LoVe SToRy'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TU2dcKFmA7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7eN-RLFxjjc/s72-c/ffmc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-5572410686684359484</id><published>2011-01-25T17:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:45:48.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cherishable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately, I asked my mum why we left going to the Cheshire homes which we used to visit when we were small and the blind schools to encourage the blind children while they struggled with their life? I asked more, as to why we don't anymore go to the old age homes and orphanages to serve? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mum replied, " whatever we as parents wanted to inculcate in you and teach you, I think you have learnt it, it's time now, you have realized why we used to visit&amp;nbsp; those places !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was a little confused, I asked a simple question, why we don't go anymore there? and she answered me in circles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She then added, "We used to go to those places, because we wanted you to be a person who is tender and can thank God that you have got a chance to serve the humanity, isn't this philosophical?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She continued,"We used to go together, but after a while, we thought that Now, it's time for you to think and decide, do you want to go or not? That you must continue to visit these places and feel heavenly satisfaction or you should go to places that are entertaining and not boring !"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I laughed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My question made her think .. I am grown up now and want to continue with visits to these homes and organizations where old, weak, retarded and helpless people stay. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I laughed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because my question was why "we" have ceased to go there (together) as I miss my family when I am serving the humanity since long they have ceased to go with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just asked why we don't go together? She took me as If I asked why we are not doing any work voluntarily? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cherishable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to my university to get some documents, On the way of my faculty of Law, Jamia Millia Islamia I found so  many old tree-pals asking me how was I doing.. I told them plain..&amp;nbsp;  Ecstatic. They posed for me straightaway..when I flashed my 3.2 Mpx  (only) Sony Ericsson W705 out of my pocket...&amp;nbsp; here are the beauties :&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT61gC8w4pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/cMFdWyXjtQY/s1600/DSC02324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT61gC8w4pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/cMFdWyXjtQY/s400/DSC02324.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The branch of Gold &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62HUsO0sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/f5TE8eWNnz0/s1600/DSC02414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62HUsO0sI/AAAAAAAAAvc/f5TE8eWNnz0/s640/DSC02414.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the Yellowness stole the show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62WSA8G-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/x8WcQNEIxzo/s1600/DSC02415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62WSA8G-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/x8WcQNEIxzo/s400/DSC02415.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serene&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62l1MmN0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/B3jCPseQh40/s1600/DSC03163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62l1MmN0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/B3jCPseQh40/s400/DSC03163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making its own way in the air of freedom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62oZwG9WI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5-LBXYdZ1xY/s1600/DSC03174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62oZwG9WI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5-LBXYdZ1xY/s640/DSC03174.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head strong aiming High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62rBSA85I/AAAAAAAAAvs/U6TnA257OvI/s1600/DSC03173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62rBSA85I/AAAAAAAAAvs/U6TnA257OvI/s640/DSC03173.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopelessness is a sin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62_kELqSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/m2qeybbOzvY/s1600/DSC03167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT62_kELqSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/m2qeybbOzvY/s400/DSC03167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prosperity amidst dust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT63XxttmpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lq7Vme8-U_g/s1600/DSC03166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT63XxttmpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lq7Vme8-U_g/s400/DSC03166.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A home to many Birds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT63oJY8W8I/AAAAAAAAAv4/5Wv_QTmDLm8/s1600/DSC03165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT63oJY8W8I/AAAAAAAAAv4/5Wv_QTmDLm8/s400/DSC03165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In unity we stand .. In division we are stronger as well.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT64HTk6U-I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Hc5HowDuUbs/s1600/DSC03161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT64HTk6U-I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Hc5HowDuUbs/s400/DSC03161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My old Uncle "Mr. Jungle" This path is new..I never saw it ! Way to the Faculty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT61OTHYysI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8tJ2JEnqxnI/s1600/DSC02323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT61OTHYysI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8tJ2JEnqxnI/s400/DSC02323.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The golden light scattered everywhere.. the reflection of sun ! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am becoming a&amp;nbsp; Tree-lover to the core.. the stillness fascinates me.. Like everyone says.. still is dead... but for me.. a hidden life is beneath that stillness.. ultra dynamic and evolutionary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-5572410686684359484?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/5572410686684359484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/01/cherishable.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/5572410686684359484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/5572410686684359484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/01/cherishable.html' title='Cherishable'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TT61gC8w4pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/cMFdWyXjtQY/s72-c/DSC02324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-3372104371283126694</id><published>2011-01-19T01:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:33:58.008+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In mood to change</title><content type='html'>Every New Year.. I think I must change something or the other I have no idea exactly what I want to C-h-a-n-g-e this year but then there's something that needs to be closed and new things are eager to come out of the box !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXnssqtRyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/tbgVqIJmKlk/s1600/DSC03088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXnssqtRyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/tbgVqIJmKlk/s400/DSC03088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small ray of optimism has formed in my heart... Maybe this time I will succeed in my attempts is what all I think these days. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXn4oGFe7I/AAAAAAAAAug/998X5yC9CvY/s1600/DSC03089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXn4oGFe7I/AAAAAAAAAug/998X5yC9CvY/s400/DSC03089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to walk on new paths and find new ways. The hard work I am sure.. will one day pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXtStkHIbI/AAAAAAAAAus/sqf_bVjkA0Y/s1600/DSC03090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXtStkHIbI/AAAAAAAAAus/sqf_bVjkA0Y/s400/DSC03090.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for all of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1299851119"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1299851120"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-3372104371283126694?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/3372104371283126694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mood-to-change.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/3372104371283126694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/3372104371283126694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mood-to-change.html' title='In mood to change'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TTXnssqtRyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/tbgVqIJmKlk/s72-c/DSC03088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-1035916029185244329</id><published>2010-12-28T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:53:52.798+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A prayer</title><content type='html'>There are times when we need a little prayer, because it's only a prayer that can help some one to recover from the hard times he is going though. I'm going through such circumstances and I am praying for all of you in this time of distress, so that God show his mercy upon all of you to relieve your pains &amp;amp; sufferings so that you never face such a hard time in life as I am facing now a days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, Folded hands and few words attract God's&amp;nbsp; benign eyes towards our distress and nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all, increase your happiness, knowledge and love as well as&amp;nbsp; protect your possessions and guide you to the true path of life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameen !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-1035916029185244329?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/1035916029185244329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1035916029185244329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1035916029185244329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayer.html' title='A prayer'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-93330943122050571</id><published>2010-12-20T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:24:32.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dish  Holiday sheashon</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;We all have every single thing to ask for this holiday season, what we need is a prosperous and a happy life, which has been bestowed upon us as well by our dear God, and we can't neglect this fact that we are better than many. There's nothing more missing except the company of one or two loved ones now and sooner God may have mercy on us and bring them back to us. So our&amp;nbsp; Christmas will be complete and we will be enjoying by sharing the grand feasts and opening one present at a time out of thousands and laughing with each other. What a joy will it be ! I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something that interferes with my happiness here because I know that's not the real gift that I will receive on Christmas. The eternal joy is not in receiving but in giving gifts. We all do have a .01% responsibility towards our community and we all must reach out to the poorer houses this Christmas. They might not have enough dough to make a cake but might be having many mouths to feed. The chilling winter might be playing cruel games on small kids and old aged people, they might not have enough fire to keep themselves warm. Can I remain happy after knowing that a family needs essential things and having a hard time surviving?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate my Christmas by gifting some warmer quilts and dishes this holiday season, I will do whatever I think I can do from my side. So that when I open my gift I know that I deserve happiness !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you convinced by my idea of happiness dish holiday sheashon, and are you doing that extra bit of making someone happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-93330943122050571?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/93330943122050571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/dish-holiday-sheashon.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/93330943122050571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/93330943122050571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/dish-holiday-sheashon.html' title='Dish  Holiday sheashon'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-5392200277179857539</id><published>2010-12-04T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:24:36.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The good Walt Disney</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Lately I was wondering about the good ol' Walt Disney cartoons and the great cute and much better Walt Disney movies.. though they were cartoon movies mostly but weren't they the best, I have no idea is Disney showcasing&amp;nbsp; the same quality of cartoons like Aladdin, ducktales, darkwing duck etc.. on TV? I have grew up on a dose of Walt Disney cartoons on daily kid shows so now all grown up now I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT present, the quality of Hannah Montana is so cheap just because the actual Miley Cyrus doesn't in reality live up to the 'goodness' of the character which we all even when i was child used to except from the story characters that they are as good in reality as they are on screen despite the fact that they are different in reality and virtually distant.'That's so Raven' is still watchable, I like it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have&amp;nbsp; loved Tarzan and jungle book stuff&amp;nbsp; movie, here's one song that used to play on MTV umpteenth times, ever heard of it?&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc3MnoSS5Hw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc3MnoSS5Hw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little mermaid and toy story, air buds, lion king, mighty hoe black, George of the jungle and many more.. the list is exhaustive.. I'm a Disney maniac, and My Sunday will be spent on watching the few movies I will love to watch !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? WATS your Sunday plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-5392200277179857539?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/5392200277179857539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-walt-disney.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/5392200277179857539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/5392200277179857539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-walt-disney.html' title='The good Walt Disney'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-1569949358871838257</id><published>2010-11-20T00:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:12:21.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&amp;nbsp; just couldn't find T-I-M-E to do this activity which is my beloved but could.t find enough time to remain active in it. Wrote tens of posts but saved them in drafts, those posts&amp;nbsp; laid there for weeks and eventually I had to delete them as they held no significance after another week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nostalgia at last couldn't keep me away from here for long and I was making a vague promise to myself in the day, as whatever happens I wont take a holiday (from here) for so long! Its N-I-G-H-T in here now.I reckon I will be able to keep it up.. (whistling)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The days and &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nights (also) have been going on tough,&amp;nbsp; I think they are flying away somewhere ! I wake up at 7am and throw myself&amp;nbsp; on bed at 12am at max. I reach my firm at 9:45 am and come back at&amp;nbsp; 7 pm or sometimes later than that. I work on Saturdays as well and I S-L-EEE-P on Sundays. I meet my friends&amp;nbsp; but only on Sundays unlike daily ! Am I moaning ? Naah.. Just an averment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But yes.. somewhere a hidden whining can be sensed.. I daily cross my b'ful and&amp;nbsp; spectacular university campus on my way to my new life I'm adjusting to the view of my "second-home" from outside and resisting my temptation to enter it. I can't even find a second to just touch that bark of tree which embraces the gate, I want to enter&amp;nbsp; it and RE-LIVE that playfulness and freedom that place is synonymous to. The air is so sweet and fresh there.. it rejuvenates the soul in its entirety.&amp;nbsp; The years I spent there are inexplicable .. the moments with my friends are now in sepia form of memory .. the photos ever&amp;nbsp; taken there in my campus amounts to a huge number.. preserved carefully in my phone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whenever I'm thinking deeply over a matter and find myself stuck in whirlpool of thoughts, not finding a way to get out from there.. I always take a break .. slide open my phone and shuffle the best days I have spent in my university campus. I feel good but I feel blessed that I got an opportunity to move ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My new life is&amp;nbsp; fun.. very fun actually! A feeling to prove and improve myself wins over nostalgia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I think this feeling will remain with me for a while or may be for a lifetime.. as I have recently taken a flight from my nest!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Learning the law is definitely a difficult thing but the most existing day is Monday here"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-1569949358871838257?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/1569949358871838257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/11/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1569949358871838257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1569949358871838257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-8587968505383642105</id><published>2010-09-21T00:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:13:00.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Prayers Answered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;This post is in reference to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossed-fingers.html%20"&gt;crossed-fingers.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Thank you my dear blogger friends for praying so much for me.. Really I can't express my happiness.. No words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;We have found our Dog "Lucky" wandering on streets.. near our home... He is with us now, at our another house ! He's very weak and&amp;nbsp; of course he's with us after&amp;nbsp; 4 months. Kindly pray for his health and his better fate always with US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I joined the law firm from 15th September. There's a lot of work to be done and I am glad&amp;nbsp; that I am a part of all the work frenzy out there.&amp;nbsp; But no news is as GREAT as finding someone finding you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I'm Lucky to have Lucky-my dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺ &lt;/span&gt;☺ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-8587968505383642105?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/8587968505383642105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/8587968505383642105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/8587968505383642105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4928761991481938149</id><published>2010-09-05T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:26:10.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yippie</title><content type='html'>Hello ! I am in a Happy mood, I have got reasons as well... read to the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; dear fellow bloggers as you all have made my blog turn &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1 year OLD&lt;/span&gt;.. yes.. it's b'coz of you that I Have developed myself , opened up.. I&amp;nbsp; love writing here and come back again and again, and write more and more... and I check in here more often.. just in case.. I have "comments to look forward" heehee. It's blog-n-versary &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fasting&lt;/span&gt; is what I am doing since 11th August, because it's the month of fast and feast&amp;nbsp; .. It's an Islamic festival called Ramadan.Some of my old fellas in here know about it, I posted about Ramadan way before deleting all my posts and I feel so helpless as new people have joined in and maybe they would want to know what's its about. Soon I will write how "I" celebrate this month. so I am happy that Eid , the festival which follows 30 days of fasting is approaching this weekend. My new clothes, traditional Indian colorful ones are ready and I have to fit myself in as I am still not and I won't be by any chance WEAK this weekend. I wish we could made these clothes in stretchable material than cotton..... hahaha &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly.... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt; is what I have Got.. this should be the first news Right? YOUR prayers have made the interviewer so kind.. can you believe this.. 13th September is my joining date. Stipend is fixed for trimester . I will be their Junior Associate. yippie.. no words to express my delight.. this is was the firm I was looking forward to.. your prayers have got this for me...&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;GOD BLESS YOU MY DEAR ONES ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.. thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. Praying for all of you in return.. On behalf of you all... I will ask God to help , support and favor you in every case. May you win.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4928761991481938149?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4928761991481938149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/09/yippie.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4928761991481938149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4928761991481938149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/09/yippie.html' title='Yippie'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-1595985693713423635</id><published>2010-08-28T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:40:18.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>July and August</title><content type='html'>Whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.....It was kind of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;roller coaster ride &lt;/span&gt;in these two months where I think I enjoyed the most and will never forget the kind of things I entertained&amp;nbsp; in these past months. I couldn't write here but that doesn't mean i wasn't aware about you (fellow bloggers) . I know what you did last 2 months.&amp;nbsp; heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of June Started with Final Exams and&amp;nbsp; ended with a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt; for me at&amp;nbsp; a Trust cum non governmental organisation&amp;nbsp; called "People for Animals", the one I went for my final report on Cruelty against Animals in February this year. I got an interview mail and joined the org. on the next day 29th June. 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became well acquainted to their working atmosphere and the way they showed up their dedication towards animals. My first job gave me an experience in different arenas, like getting to know how to call press conference, and publishing articles on&amp;nbsp; "need for animals lawyers in India" to techniques of fund raising for the org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July commenced with my always hyped &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; that is &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JULY 4&lt;/span&gt; and we all know why America loves this day !!! It's their independence day and my freedom also flows from this day. I celebrated it in a jovial way. Days passed and I flowed with the rhythm as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final exam result was announced and this time by the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;grace of Almighty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;your prayers&lt;/span&gt; and constant support the percentage is 87%&lt;br /&gt;July ended with a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHi4X7TxI/AAAAAAAAAng/BJbL_5u0_Fk/s1600/DSC02735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHi4X7TxI/AAAAAAAAAng/BJbL_5u0_Fk/s400/DSC02735.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glistening &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHwcpL7uI/AAAAAAAAAno/IqFKgR3AJrk/s1600/DSC02731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHwcpL7uI/AAAAAAAAAno/IqFKgR3AJrk/s400/DSC02731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This road leads to my faculty in the university campus. This forest is home to&amp;nbsp; colorful&amp;nbsp; species of insects and crawlers, scorpions , migratory birds and peacocks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHXnbQxWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/o86KXDwmUrQ/s1600/DSC02738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHXnbQxWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/o86KXDwmUrQ/s400/DSC02738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a short cut way which students take in order to reach the faculty quickly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia took over me, when I went to my Faculty of Law to collect my certificates, I crosed my ways with growing forests and greenery glowing in every direction on the way to my faculty which is situated amidst the natural flora, I wish I could stay a little longer there but time runs as always. Nothing remains the same always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;High Court&lt;/span&gt; to get my 6 page registration form as a an advocate and since then I am collecting the documents sometimes from the offices of my university and sometimes from other advocates. On coming Monday most probably, this collection process will come to an end and I will be able to submit my application to practice in a court in my city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some interviews in a law firm lined up, which due to heavy rains, is getting delayed. Did u hear about flooding in New Delhi. That's the case.&amp;nbsp; I want to work in a law firm now as the organization I previously worked was only for internship purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;end of August&lt;/span&gt;, I look forward to an interview and submitting my registration form. Friends, Kindly Pray for me so that I can get through all the tough days I will face in the near future. Advocacy is a tough nut. I need strength to crack it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-1595985693713423635?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/1595985693713423635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/08/july-and-august.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1595985693713423635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/1595985693713423635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/08/july-and-august.html' title='July and August'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/THkHi4X7TxI/AAAAAAAAAng/BJbL_5u0_Fk/s72-c/DSC02735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-7765937836377365817</id><published>2010-06-21T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:35:42.145+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Papa</title><content type='html'>I wonder at times..&amp;nbsp; i was born when my papa was 40 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the youngest [22 yrs] out of the four children he has. And the eldest is of 34 yrs something, i don't exactly remember his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best days I remember with him are those when ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He bought me, my first princess Barbie, way back in 1993, It was an imported Doll in India and way too COSTLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We both used to go to park to exercise daily, from jogging, playing Frisbee, lazying over the green grass to catching BUTTERFLIES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He used to bring and keep animals to increase our "general knowledge" we have&amp;nbsp; ......... kept...........a baby EAGLE, A wild Green bird, a sparrow, many chickens, pair of DUCKS, several dogs, Grey Pigeons, cats, Rabbits, and others which can never come in pet category like leeches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought a caterpillar once and showed his life cycle to us! he kept in an airy jar, with leaves and flowers freshly plucked from the park everyday ... it grew into a pupa to a b'ful and Large butterfly!! It was amazing experience when we saw it flying.. and hovering on flowers for its first taste of nectar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We both used to go to Book fairs and buy&amp;nbsp; books and encyclopedia for me, a fun pass time we used to do together.like reading about animals and&amp;nbsp; developments in science. he introduced "computer" to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He bought me my first thick "Enid Blyton book, the Enchanted Tree"&amp;nbsp; and I stepped in my world of imagination and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He used to drive me to my "high school" and when i feared for the examination, he used to take me to walks after I took my exam and we DISCUSSED my exam. Yes, he used to drop me to my school and picked me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He used to engross himself completely when i took my "Senior High School" examinations. and Taught me Political Science and Sociology. how can I forget English!!!&amp;nbsp; Growing up in a family of teachers added to my advantage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He was angry but then calmed over MY decision to be a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He has always paid my Tuition fees, books, leisure money, cinema tickets, shoes, allowances, party expenditures... every&amp;nbsp; thing I own is bought from his hard earned Money.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He recommended "withania's use for my thyroid"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now when he asks me to switch off the lights.. he wants to sleep in  completely dark room.. i see him getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whenever&amp;nbsp; Faheim and I&amp;nbsp; sit together.. he looks pleased.. at least he knows,he has inculcated in me the best attitide a father could provide to his daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never taken any of my relationship for granted .. if its with Faheim, 9 years old relationship or with my dad, 23 yrs old relationship. I'm serious about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My papa, is a Prof. of English language, and a Doctor of Naturopathy [ Alternative Medicines] and spl. in Yoga. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Papa's day to All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-7765937836377365817?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/7765937836377365817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/papa.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/7765937836377365817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/7765937836377365817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/papa.html' title='Papa'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-2457409906223161596</id><published>2010-06-16T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:04:32.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Days and Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I can not lie and say that I am not enjoying my solace these days.. in fact i am loner by heart so I enjoy being lonely and&amp;nbsp; there are certain things which at times take my mind out to the unnatural openings and shake me to the core when I realize they can never be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;These days I keep myself busy with one and only Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga and I'm about to finish my Book no.2 by tomorrow morning, which is New Moon. Half of the time when I'm not reading it, then I'm reading about the cast and crew and places where the movie has been shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The twilight saga actually ate me to the core and I must not deny I have always loved imagination and my prior love award has been fetched by&amp;nbsp; J.K.Rowling for her opera hat writing and imagining outstanding characters out of nowhere. That's a real talent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Actually when I was taking my final exams I was told by a pal's sister that the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; movie was a "must watch" in HER list. So she kept telling me the story on the way to home (as a thing she love most... a full movie synopsis and later her personalized viewer comments ) I was actually taken by her way of discussing that Vampire movie and I was so much engrossed that I decided to &lt;strike&gt;buy&lt;/strike&gt; see it. Consequently, rented a DVD and played it on the computer. &lt;strike&gt;By chance&lt;/strike&gt; there was a mistake.. I got hold of the New Moon movie and she told me the story starting from TWILIGHT - to- NEW MOON.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Obviously a person seeing the 6th Harry Potter movie for the first time won't get what the Potter boy was up to and what the hell VOLDMORT IS or was, whatever ?&amp;nbsp; It's a series and has to be &lt;strike&gt;studied&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; seen in a series. From Book 1 always... to grab the actual taste of the Novel...alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I somehow, recollected what all she uttered and muttered on the way and then enjoyed&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; reading &lt;/strike&gt;watching the novel !&amp;nbsp; Anyways when the movie got over, I wanted to see the first part and &lt;strike&gt;second again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; searched on internet for free TWILIGHT MOVIE OR e-book download.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;After a lot of &lt;strike&gt;research&lt;/strike&gt; struggle, I got it { the book I mean} on one website which was being distributed for&amp;nbsp; educational purposes.. I THOUGHT which teacher doesn't want its student to know when the students&amp;nbsp; come across a GOLDEN eyed Guy or Girl they must not forget its HUMAN friendly Vampire and should &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; forget they are not dangerous!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;hmm.. next day I saw the first part and then the second as well.. and how I wished that all this was true. Silly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Of course, the vampire's making news everywhere, and the Brit lad really played his part well, not well but exceptionally well.. But i was little depressed with&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; the very&lt;/strike&gt; normal Kristen Stewart. I hope she brushes up her "mumbling word problem" in the next movie.. and if not next then next to next ..&amp;nbsp; i wonder after twilight saga is brought up in the motion series will i ever care to watch the female actor so breezily as i now do! Hmm... if her mumbling problem is solved by then.. then why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sope.. This is all I care about these days and nights.. from past two nights I am looking like a vampire... more... as my dad says "late hours" and switches off the lights pushing us to the another room.. and there too he keeps peeping whether&amp;nbsp; me and my&lt;strike&gt; insomniac&lt;/strike&gt; sister have slept or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;actually, its a NO.. because me engrossed in my vampy land and My sister R&amp;nbsp; in her&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;un &lt;/strike&gt;romantic novels have built-in torch in our mobile fones.. and we switch them ON as soon as the lights goes OFF .. heehee.. and read two to three chapters each&amp;nbsp; night till i think i can't make it anymore .. each chapter consisting of not less than 10 pages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;well when i wake up at 4 am in the morning for my morning prayers "Namaz" I see my sisters still reading her&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;un &lt;/strike&gt;romantic novel.. no idea how she manages it.. and she thinks the SAME for me.. I reckon.. ☺&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways.. this is hard at times to think and know and say that Vampires don't exist .. yes yes yes they are a bad species.. but what if they existed and by chance i get to meet them&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CIAO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TBfHWD5jd3I/AAAAAAAAAm0/KspVdFNsEFQ/s400/Eclipse-twilight-series-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TBfHXti6C5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/2HNA7HV17-Q/s1600/twilight_wallpaper_by_raincooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TBfHXti6C5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/2HNA7HV17-Q/s640/twilight_wallpaper_by_raincooper.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-2457409906223161596?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/2457409906223161596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-are.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/2457409906223161596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/2457409906223161596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-are.html' title='These are'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/TBfHOoXnctI/AAAAAAAAAmk/iuL6_wyp4QY/s72-c/twilight-7380.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4932038978543346916</id><published>2010-06-07T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:27:05.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Battle is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; 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   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Does that intervene with my mood for now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At least now i can sound relived because i have courageously taken all&amp;nbsp; the ups and down in this month of my Final X semester exams of Law school ...five years of rigorous studies are over. Finally.. the unsettled cloud of dust ballooning my happiness has settled finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not only i am relieved from the pressure of completing my grad as a Law student.. but because i learned many things in this final battle of mind and soul... personal and professional life..my attachment and detachment from worldly affairs...How God saved me and brought me up again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; i have learned that one has to keep both the things (personal and professional) on opposite ends of the string only then you can face challenges in a better way otherwise you might get stuck up and entangled and end up being&amp;nbsp; rather confused or have a nervous break down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully, i got enormous support from my family all through these five years of law studies and of course from.. my beloved fiance Faheim , whose name i can never fail to mention. i still remember how my dad never wanted me to take up law studies though my half brother is a successful lawyer, i remember they wanted me to get admission in psychology for which i was sure it would be the last thing on earth i could trade with if i had no choice ever ever ever left. An 18 year old's challenge that I can make my life as a lawyer was not very well welcomed by my family, honestly speaking they had doubts !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;yes.. i am stubborn about choices and i want to follow them headstrong and God's constant love gives me better choices to choose from, so I never regret them. After all i can never doubt the plans, the troubles are created by us and not by God.. so i even can't Blame him... He gave me a chance to make out positive or negative.. its up to me now what i want to make out of it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My last exam was of french, which was a l'il tough this time.. maybe i couldn't study well, else we will see the scores in August. every body at college was asking me out "what are you gonna get after this?" "joining a firm?" "litigation sound good, you have good communication skills, why not try heading to the court?" "sitting for the bar exam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last question was the worst ! sitting fir the Bar exam...&amp;nbsp; in India Bar exams... as such never ever happened and they should not happen as we are extensively populated country for one ... and secondly i don't want to study again all that law course... till for a period of one year! i need REST.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bar exam issue is still on hold, lets see what comes up with.. if it happens i will give the exam ( not so happily) and if it doesn't happen then&amp;nbsp; i will hurry up for registration ( very happily) ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now the question is what am i going to do till i get my result declared??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on 2nd June I threw a party at my place and called my gang of girls 'Shruti, Rav and Sana came .. one could not come.Zarmeen. and we missed her a lot, we had&amp;nbsp; food and dance... wow.. it turned up awesome !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;on weekend Zarmeen turned up at my place we had lunch and her favorite and now mine too Belgian dark Ice cream.. yummy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;late night I downloaded the e-books of Twilight and New moon.. i have seen the movies and they are simply beautiful, waiting eagerly for the third one on June 30 for its release - Eclipse. once i finish reading them up I will download the&amp;nbsp; rest two books of the series.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have started reading it since morning, and i'm too much involved with the vampire's love affair that it leaves a feeling of absolute delight in me. Vampires can be that much loving, I never knew ! im almost finished with the book... so will start its second part by tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;one thing which is very different about me, is that I am practical and imaginary person one and the same time, this thing has always given me a good time handling with my own moods as i can get the points right by hitting on them by way of imagination.For example the Vampire stuff sounds low for my age of 22 but... it makes me forget the Next battle which i have to boss and stands right in front of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where I will fit in this world? whether I will make Positive or negative with the Opportunity i get ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways.. mom is away for a month, so i'm cooking and cleaning all through the day, and when i get time, i will get laundry done. heaps of clothes are piled up even on the side ironing stand placed next to the washing machine. all these clothes are MINE so i will have to wash them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for now.. Ciao..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feeling GOOD actually... problems in striking a balance occurs most of the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4932038978543346916?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4932038978543346916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/battle-is-over.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4932038978543346916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4932038978543346916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/06/battle-is-over.html' title='The Battle is Over'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4436863003414988388</id><published>2010-05-19T20:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:16:27.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crossed fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know i'm being a little tired of being myself and i need someone to exchange my life with at least for a couple of days but then i think it's better to live with what I m destined for rather than looking at others and saying their life rock! i know no one's life can ever rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to my "Not so happy" updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm taking my exams one by one as the days come... my first was on 11th , then 14th and then 18th of May, now i have second last on 25th and last on 2nd June! the nice part is that we all friends study on fone for the exam othrwise we USED study together (in person) but now we dont beacause of untimely errors in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have given my dog "Lucky" in adoption to a person who's in Police, I HAD to GIVE away my dog because from past many months my Pesky neighbors were making it a big issue that it is causing nuisance in the neighborhood! It was the toughest decision that I had to take because Lucky was and is My dog.. so i had to suppress my love for it and think about the damn neighborhood. I gave away Lucky on 9th of May - two days before my final exams commenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The policeman is keeping our Lucky-dog for his own liking, but few days back i got to know that while Lucky was roaming in the yard it escaped from the gate to the main road and got lost! yes It was a terrrible news which I heard on the 13th of May ( a day before my second exam) and I lost all my concentration from studies as i was too sacred to think what would have happened to my lovely dog!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God held it and guided it back to the place&amp;nbsp; where this policeman is taking care of him! Lucky returned after two days... and my father went to see it... he said, he's terribly weak and dirty. the worst thing is that it was not liking the police man and&amp;nbsp; didn't&amp;nbsp; want to be with him... with many prayers, I heard my dad talking to my mom that now Lucky is trying to adjust with him...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the worst is what I got know today : Lucky got hold of the arm and bit that Policeman!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you can laugh here.... as I too, when heard&amp;nbsp; could not stop laughing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh God what are you doing.?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 'Lucky has again escaped from the Policeman's clutches' ( I think) will he return or not? the policeman is a very humble man, i dont know what's wrong, who's wrong and where is the wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crossed fingers for a better time to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm very optimistic and I know that God wants me to learn something....and I'm ready to learn a lesson.. the ONLY problem is that.......... I don't know what to learn?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S_P5qyn3QlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nM79qRb0rog/s1600/fingerscrossed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S_P5qyn3QlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nM79qRb0rog/s640/fingerscrossed.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Urgent : Blessings required for Lucky and Me! keeping my fingers Crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ciao♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4436863003414988388?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4436863003414988388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossed-fingers.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4436863003414988388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4436863003414988388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossed-fingers.html' title='Crossed fingers'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S_P5qyn3QlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nM79qRb0rog/s72-c/fingerscrossed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-4558724553730501394</id><published>2010-05-11T19:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:06:26.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too eager to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What lies ahead?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have started enjoying the worst days of my life as I cant do anything more than that specially when I'm becoming the victim of circumstances again and again. When i'm being targeted to "take the test of Patience.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before things started changing in a better direction and i can say it was all fine and with a fresh start I thought that I will give my final Law exams and will bid adieu to my dear Faculty of law and my beautiful University. as this is the Final X semester of my 5 year law graduation and at last i can be a graduate!It was a time for which I eagerly waited to know that what will happen after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal 22 year old (gurl) will definitely relate such period with the feeling of butterflies in stomach... isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&amp;nbsp; it was the terrible&amp;nbsp; day of my life (10th May)&lt;br /&gt;I got to know early morning that due to shortage of attendance i have been &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Detained&lt;/span&gt; and I will NOT BE allowed to take my final exams. GOD... my heart was in&amp;nbsp; my mouth and hot and cold flushes ran through me all when i heard this on my fone.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew about my attendance... that it was.... a bit.... on the puny side............. but I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; know that it became so grave that 48 students from the whole Law Faculty were being stopped from giving examinations and that too when we have our final semester.. our batch&amp;nbsp; suffered the most.. we were 11 students and a whole year will go waste if we don't get to sit for the exam... being detained means that now we will have to give our exams next tear with out juniors and we will become ex-students as we will also not attend classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeew... actually horrendous. i sped up and went to faculty as&amp;nbsp; i had to take an exam today and my books and everything I forgot to carry them with me..i was in such a hurry that i couldn't feel anything... whether i was carrying my college bag or not..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time was running against me.. actually yes... most of the things were &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Against me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there when we met with the teachers, they had no clue what to do. Each "even" semester of every year&amp;nbsp; like 2nd, 4th, 6th, 8th and 10th semester was facing same problem. The attendance required was minimum 66% ... i had 65%.. can u IMAGINE ? it was not that low.. that a should be detained !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every student was terrified because attendance has never been made such a big issue....... then why now? why are the students being detained .. just for this? when we have our exams tomorrow on&amp;nbsp; 11th may then how come we can stay in faculty and do nothing except hear people talk that "nothing will happen... we will have to come &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;next year&lt;/span&gt;" this meant that the whole 5 years went into a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;big drain &lt;/span&gt;as we will be the ex students which is like the !@#$%^&amp;nbsp; time of the year... and we have to hear this. and that NOW when we are an inch close to our&amp;nbsp; achievement ... was this some joke or we were destined for this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not alone while suffering this trial and tribulation... in total 47 or 48 students were pleading to Dean of F.O.L ... and she kept saying that "is not in their hands" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was flying by quickly&amp;nbsp; ... it was already 2 pm and a long &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Letter of Sincere Apology&lt;/span&gt; was written after a lotta discussion and signed by all the students.. who were on this end of the unnatural calamity which broke on our heads and untimely gave us pressure and stress.. which we were already suffering due to vast syllabus of examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the drama queens and kings gathered up.. showcased their talents but nothing worked.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter too, couldnt help us.. hence Some of the students went on crying and begging to the Dean (me too minus crying) to give us another chance ... just one... only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... with due regard to the legality involved .. out of 47 only 5 could get clear on this issue... I was (luckily) one of them... was my bad time over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. I returned home at 7 pm wasting my entire day and studying &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; for the exam on the next day i.e today.&lt;br /&gt;my 1st exam was on "Law relating to Insurance Busines, Banking and Negotiable Instruments"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache, an irritation and a sense of insecurity in relation to the future events that were going to happen in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When my present is this bad then what can actually cheer me in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i thought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i managed to study ... and read it all... whatever it was.. just had the can full of worms last night... i reckon.. ..i had to had that .... struggle with the time. i was strangled by the time..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt sleep at night....I&amp;nbsp; kept reading again and again.. and then when i felt dizzy i stopped took rest and again got cracking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy eyes, sore throat and my dear thyroid level helped me to feel extremely tired ... eeewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my syllabus at 7 am exact, had my brkfast and literally ran to my university. I had to collect my Admit card ... thats what these office people were not giving us yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they give it that easily.... NOOO.. my exam started at 9.30 am sharp and we were standing in the office waiting for our admit cards to be handed to us! only 5 in my batch got, rest 6 got detained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoarse cries and shrieks were echoeing ... but i hurried my way up to the clasroom where i had to take the exam. sat.. breathed.. relaxed.. and took the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you are there... shouting for everyohe's rights and when u get yourself cleared..,you hurry up and vanish to catch the train called life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was catastrophic..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;just got an sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"thankfully all who were detained are through with attendance, their exam (if missed) will be postponed for the future date i.e. 4th of june."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls well that ends Wells~ they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S-lcBSSqB2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/QMeZp1ngrbE/s1600/All_s+Well+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S-lcBSSqB2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/QMeZp1ngrbE/s320/All_s+Well+Final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unforgettable experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-4558724553730501394?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/4558724553730501394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-eager-to-know.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4558724553730501394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/4558724553730501394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-eager-to-know.html' title='Too eager to know...'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S-lcBSSqB2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/QMeZp1ngrbE/s72-c/All_s+Well+Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285430505648191501.post-6306625327108993718</id><published>2010-05-03T19:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:13:22.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A heartfelt sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow bloggers, im sorry.... i deleted my previous 50 posts on this&amp;nbsp; blog...i couldnt read your posts or write my own story...as i never felt to do anything... i was silent.... i was upset.. extremely upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through an upheaval of emotions lately through the months of February and March. God provided me strength in that time and yes, it were&amp;nbsp; your blessings, dear friends, that I could actually lift myself up from the ashes exactly like a phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extreme bad phases mostly change your personality.. some extremely horrendous realities shake you to the core. thankfully im alright now.. i have collected myself up.. i have gathered my soul and tied it with my heart again... i can say now that im returning to my normal self.. i have almost recovered from the pain of emotional turmoil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it happened with me... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking on the sand and saw my footprints... together with God's footsteps each time when i turned my back..... i saw them right behind on the sand..i always felt very good.. . but when the worst and abhorrent happened. i kept walking.thinking that God was with me.. but no....&amp;nbsp; when i turned my back .. i saw only a pair of foot prints.... i kept walking and walking.. i knew i was alone now.. god wasn't with me.. but now I KNOW GOD HELD ME IN HIS HANDS WHILE HE WALKED.. IT WAS HIS FOOT PRINTS... he held me in his hands.. im BLESSED I know this now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD has taken me out of that tornado.. im very glad..your blessings have prayed a very big role in my life.. keep praying .&lt;br /&gt;you guys rock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S97by7YkZeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SAWHufEEQVk/s1600/destruction-regina-lee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S97by7YkZeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SAWHufEEQVk/s320/destruction-regina-lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;im sorry again for not being in touch..i wil be now..for sure&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us All..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you guys soon .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285430505648191501-6306625327108993718?l=faheimgul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/feeds/6306625327108993718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/heartfelt-sorry.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6306625327108993718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285430505648191501/posts/default/6306625327108993718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faheimgul.blogspot.com/2010/05/heartfelt-sorry.html' title='Heartfelt sorry'/><author><name>Naqvee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17815073544766423243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtZ0ngKwjc/TpVXtXc6OtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-ttlOLhRSMw/s220/Diamond-Letter-1963262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDry8gtIYkg/S97by7YkZeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SAWHufEEQVk/s72-c/destruction-regina-lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
