<?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-5115916792828203901</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:29:24.364+05:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='Pakistan'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='connect'/><category term='fights'/><category term='Uncertain'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='TkXel'/><category term='weirdness'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Barrad'/><category term='Metaphor'/><category term='My Otherside'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='smile'/><category term='Destruction'/><category term='RandomThoughts'/><category term='yourself'/><category term='Music Review'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Thought Process'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='In Pictures'/><category term='family'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='Ishq'/><category term='QNA'/><category term='AirCrash'/><category term='PUCIT'/><category term='love'/><category term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Misc Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4162827108635592253</id><published>2011-10-31T00:32:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:32:23.737+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;People are people, they cheat, they make fun they dodge. They Will scream they laugh at you they will make you crazy. Don’t expect do your best and see the rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S: The above post is highly stupid and written after being dejected. I hope things will settle down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--nomi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4162827108635592253?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4162827108635592253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4162827108635592253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4162827108635592253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4162827108635592253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/10/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5974483802668609420</id><published>2011-08-26T00:57:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:57:47.158+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum’s Birthday Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Clock hit 12 and I closed my eyes, made a wish and prayed for the perfect health of my mum and that’s how the new day started. Wishing my mum a very Happy Birthday &amp;lt;3 you’re the best mother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t want to say that how perfect my amma is. She is full of awesomeness extreme and totally udham &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile" alt="Open-mouthed smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jnRsmohmQ2Y/TlapJ1BrGFI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C-MPs1EzETc/wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;. A working woman, sports lover, reading freak, love chai and her sons &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile" alt="Open-mouthed smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jnRsmohmQ2Y/TlapJ1BrGFI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C-MPs1EzETc/wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Seriously a rare feminist bread. No complaints no regrets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We’ve been crime partners for quite a long now. Some of her likes are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rings. (I got one for her birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good long hairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yellows, greens in some shades, blues, blacks (I so want to see her in whites again )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cannon 550D a newly found love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;greenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walking on dry leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting on table and standing on chairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;AC Milan, Arsenal &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Mourinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting in LUMS at random places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;F16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the adventure spots one can guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;New York Cheese Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kungfu Panda all parts -- Toy Story all parts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C9Uxc7grb0Q/TlapMLz3CSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Wrg-xFILr9Q/s1600-h/248233_10150195837314858_521719857_7035586_28571_n%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="248233_10150195837314858_521719857_7035586_28571_n" border="0" alt="248233_10150195837314858_521719857_7035586_28571_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QIWwj6872X8/TlapOFWMGPI/AAAAAAAAA_M/zzdbyUqMO9g/248233_10150195837314858_521719857_7035586_28571_n_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;a Kodak Moment with Mum&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Tune in More coming …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5974483802668609420?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5974483802668609420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5974483802668609420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5974483802668609420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5974483802668609420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/08/mums-birthday-part-i.html' title='Mum’s Birthday Part I'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jnRsmohmQ2Y/TlapJ1BrGFI/AAAAAAAAA_E/C-MPs1EzETc/s72-c/wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-643384697251649441</id><published>2011-08-10T01:21:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:21:11.073+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m writing this like after so long and it’s kinda alright I had things to do like everyone has. I met so many people and couple of ‘em became friends, some turned into more sort of a family. I love ‘em all &amp;lt;3.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve this weird fear always with me, I’m a big guy but still I' admit it&amp;nbsp; I have one. Sometimes well most of time I think that these people will vanish or leave me or something might happen and they won’t be with me. I fear of losing my family and friends and this fear sometimes suppresses the joy of being with them. Sharing part of life with them, laugh,chat, cry everything.&amp;nbsp; It happened with me already; people left and they ripped me off. I never became the same person again perhaps a better one or worst than prior version. I don’t know…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;--Nouman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-643384697251649441?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/643384697251649441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=643384697251649441&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/643384697251649441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/643384697251649441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3265005178004396255</id><published>2011-06-25T19:35:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:35:32.025+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s useless to expect from others, we got demons inside us and so they do and when demons on both sides fight, they end up tearing people apart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s useless to share everything with others say it friends,family I mean everyone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s useless to wait …&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s useless to make way….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s all about letting go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3265005178004396255?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3265005178004396255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3265005178004396255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3265005178004396255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3265005178004396255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/06/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2693300205255783368</id><published>2011-05-25T00:07:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:07:06.094+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We meet with people and some of them become friends and some The Best Friends. You start sharing your pains, problems, happiness, laughter, challenges almost each and everything. But at some point of time, the very same people use your shared emotions as their defending tools to hurt you either intentionally or unintentionally. It does happen, Share carefully and make your life beautiful and comfortable. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;nomi--&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2693300205255783368?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2693300205255783368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2693300205255783368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2693300205255783368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2693300205255783368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/05/share.html' title='Share'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1238565926686515896</id><published>2011-05-07T23:25:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:25:14.429+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m sitting in my yard thinking of my mother, she is a little tired, I helped her by massaging her foot and legs. She is laying on her bed and shouting out loud to my sisters that Make Milkshake for nomi. I remember when I was growing up (I am still growing up btw &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TcWOiDfsJ3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/WjQ1LgdjDwc/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;) and there was a point in my life that abba (father ) was not making enough money then, for my study amma sold her ornaments and helped me out with my tuitions and story goes on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I believe mothers got an amazing metaphor. They are limitless in love,sacrifice and possession. Being mother is perhaps one of the best part of womanhood. They got answer to your every stupid question. I don’t have words to explain how I feel for my mother. Mothers are precious. Take Care of ‘em.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope those who have mothers, they will be celebrating this mother’s day with them and those who don’t they must be praying for their souls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1238565926686515896?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1238565926686515896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1238565926686515896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1238565926686515896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1238565926686515896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TcWOiDfsJ3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/WjQ1LgdjDwc/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-281663777069277957</id><published>2011-04-24T00:44:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:44:10.593+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m back to blog sphere; was out of touch because of so many things. Will be posting new thoughts soon. Keep in touch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You for being a wonderful People around the globe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-281663777069277957?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/281663777069277957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=281663777069277957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/281663777069277957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/281663777069277957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1639454108863372457</id><published>2011-02-14T01:24:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:28:12.349+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>V-Day Letter to Tubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everyone have got some one special to celebrate this day with, I’ve got some. While my tubber is dispersed on different geographic locations so I thought of writing my heart to them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m doing alright and I know how hard;things are around you. You are helping khaala with walk and communicating with me, that’s so kind of you. By the way, Thanks for the sandwich; it was good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mom, You’ve been the best person ever, having you around I never felt like I need any friend, a companion no one actually. You complete me in all the way, say it’s taking small decision of eating something or selecting the outfit for next day at office, you are always there to help me out. I’ll try to be a bit more gentleman in my clothing. I’m the happiest person when you say, &lt;em&gt;“Putter! Meri Jaan kuch khaa lawoo tay soa jawoo”. &lt;/em&gt;I’ll try to act more optimistic and will look the brighter side of the situations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maa! Soon we will be going to Italy to watch AC Milan, and then Malaysia and in winters to New York City and I so want to see the Disney Land. I’ve got another request, Please start eating please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do I need to say that I love you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;your Heroine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear KB Bhai!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You want me to start pouring my requests first? okay here I go I love you very much, please turn&amp;#160; some of my bits on. Start responding to my IM’s and emails. Start running at least, learn to ride bike on your own. I love you&amp;#160; when you say Batakh to me. I don’t feel bad at all, I love it.&amp;#160; Loose some weight pretty please. The most important wish of ours is “&lt;strong&gt;Get married as early as possible because we are so dying to groove &amp;amp; move on desi beats =P.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please stop that mental torture you usually give before physical torture please. I so want to see you Happily married. Wishing you more years of Love, health, peace and Saaah =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Your Batakh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear Pyaray!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Am I suppose to say Bhai to you as well. Oh k alright I’m going to say that next time. You are rock solid wall and a shoulder to cry on and spitting my heart out. No Complains no regrets. I’ve got so many things to request you please. First we will go to outing some where as soon as amma is back to routine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Start work out again&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;sleep on time&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t stay up late nights.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tune your weekends.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Start working on your ideas.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;get a haircut and a massage.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;write a blog entry on your graduation.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;You still need to visit FSD.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;These were the common ones. I so want to go out with you for clicking shots. We are going to have another Camera INSHALLAH. We will Cover Masjid Wazir Khan for sure, I love it’s archi. Please ask KB to get married asap, You know we need to dance and that’s it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Come on Dudddddddddddeee I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Your Barrad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The post is composed in a relatively un-usual way, but I like it that way ;). Wishing my tubber health,peace, love and prosperity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1639454108863372457?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1639454108863372457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1639454108863372457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1639454108863372457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1639454108863372457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-day-letter-to-tubber.html' title='V-Day Letter to Tubber'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2902041831647046577</id><published>2011-02-09T23:51:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:51:54.393+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Real Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Social networks like &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; brought friends closer, they share their thoughts, make fun of each other; jargons like slap, poke, status, inbox, ping me, hit me up are quite common over there. They wish best of Luck on important days, Birthdays, anniversaries, reunions and almost all the social events are lived up to some extent. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The real charm of being social is still there meeting in person. Slapping and hugging each other. The huge sound of your laughter is heard by the people walking around. Giving your seat to a friend, shaking hands, passing water, stealing snacks. This is real social, when you put some effort to see each other rather logging into your respective pages.&amp;#160; The virtual realities can’t touch this phenomenon where your laughter is loud as compared to silly words “LOL, ROFL, LMAO “ and fake smilies. Don’t let the real charm die down, get closer with your people. They need you as you need them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TVLiRNSVYuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/zpyt8JY7ih8/s1600-h/Signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TVLiSA3edfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/x5tVZY5hMQ4/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2902041831647046577?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2902041831647046577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2902041831647046577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2902041831647046577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2902041831647046577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-social.html' title='Real Social'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TVLiSA3edfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/x5tVZY5hMQ4/s72-c/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5787663928164380807</id><published>2011-01-21T03:52:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:52:29.402+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Hurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He came home, opened his room and noticed that there was not light, he tried to strike the buttons on the switch board, several clicks and no light. in that hustle he cursed the poor power condition, his country and the politicians, started babbling the worst things he could remember at that time, he kept on moving and suddenly his knee got hit the bed, this made him more angry, he turned right and slammed his left foot and it got hit with the side table instantaneously. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He sat there against the wall, closed his eyes and said something in his heart, on opening the eyes he could see the things in his room, his bed, the books on the table, some photos, his computer. On his way back from the office and in hustle to get ready for another meeting; he forgot to see the sky. It was full moon and after his first accident with the bed, he shouted and kicked the table. The table moved a little, opening the curtain of the window slightly. While he sat against the wall with his eyes closed, He whispered I’m sorry ALLAH, Help me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When he opened his eyes, there was light and there was smile. Don’t get disappointed that early, the hustle won’t make the interval shorter, it can just make the things worse. Patience is the key.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5787663928164380807?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5787663928164380807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5787663928164380807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5787663928164380807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5787663928164380807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/01/hurry.html' title='Hurry'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1900269439271341372</id><published>2011-01-14T00:20:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:20:33.611+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everything happens for a reason, we move ahead in life, achieve goals just for a reason, we love, we make friends, we laugh, cry, sing, dance for a reason.&amp;#160; There is One who loves us, bless us, devote us with all the luxuries blessings. In&amp;#160; the time of distress we look for His help and in the time of happiness we thank Him, there is no reason for thanking and asking from him except the love. It truly binds us with the Master; The Creator, who knows what we are looking for. Don’t waste any time in thanking Him and Showing your love for Him. Don’t blame,Don’t excuse,Don’t loose hope, Don’t quit, just look for His help, Because He is the only one knows everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Spread Love&amp;#160; &amp;amp; Peace.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TS9QfE4Am9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/UWunaKeuxns/s1600-h/Signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TS9QgFd7gBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ADkdDf43-Pg/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1900269439271341372?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1900269439271341372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1900269439271341372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1900269439271341372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1900269439271341372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2011/01/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TS9QgFd7gBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ADkdDf43-Pg/s72-c/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5210126291880133322</id><published>2010-12-29T01:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:44:09.478+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>How We See</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are constantly dragging our thoughts into the glamour world of media, whose looking hot? who looks classy,cheesy, how should be my display picture on Facebook, which colour suits me the best, what are current trends and patterns in clothing,styling etc. We are so much engrossed to our styling things aren’t we. Everyone tries to be a little more then different and catchy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I happened to tune a local radio channel the other day, RJ was reading the text message sent by a young soldier of 22, who was appointed in Wazirstan . He said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;in my age most of boys carry books and phones, have all the luxuries of life or they try to have, they laugh, they cheer they dance. I can earn same amount without serving in Army, why I am serving a Nation whose youth’s idols are Artists,Musicians and Cricketers? Why I am staking my life where everyone wants to be a rockstar, I know it’s my desire to serve my country and I am being paid for that, but for whom I am doing this, for this youth?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/em&gt;There was silence and then RJ played another song. Silence is still here in my conscious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We need to look back and learn from the past. Why we were glorified and ruled the whole world, because idols were different then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5210126291880133322?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5210126291880133322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5210126291880133322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5210126291880133322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5210126291880133322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-we-see.html' title='How We See'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5743373009300406492</id><published>2010-12-08T15:33:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:33:03.037+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TkXel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was drizzling on Mid February, I had an interviews with tkxel’s CEO , CTO and Lead. After few days got a job email. Joined the &lt;a href="www.tkxe.com"&gt;tkxel&lt;/a&gt; in last week of February and a roller coaster journey kicked off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Combined Lunches, Birthday parties, Stupid Jokes, abnormal situations, Weird sitting positions and all those not so decent things you can think of happened here. The Learning curve was real steep and Thankfully I crossed that in one go. Everyone is so friendly and caring right from CEO to the Leads to the Office Boy, You won’t feel any difference. In mid summers, we went to semi sponsored tour to Northern Areas of Pakistan and It was fun to be part of that crew. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really appreciate all the CS majors in Pakistan to apply for a job in this company, because ideas and innovation is highly appreciated here. You learn not only how to write scalable code but also how to manage pressure, deadlines, learn more about politics, what’s happening in Tech world and rest of the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Parties and sports events are no more strangers here… You want a party just float an instant message and you will have one in the evening. You want to discuss anything go to anyone sit on his/her table and get your solution. Highly Energetic team working hard to make the difference. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My Journey with this company ends here, but yes I know I will always be part of Tkxel. I got so many friends and learnt so much about people,technology,ethics and how to live with people :P . Wishing Tkxel the best Future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S: Dear Barrads, you will always be there in my heart and we will be in touched INSHALLAH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5743373009300406492?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5743373009300406492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5743373009300406492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5743373009300406492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5743373009300406492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/12/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4966932548648649530</id><published>2010-11-28T03:07:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:10:40.590+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>Don’t Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t want to be a reason for anyone to be weird around me, to hold me on, to sympathize with me for the things which went wrong.I’ve got flaws like anyone have.I don't need anyone to feel for me.... There is one who know me better except ALLAH. This is just a phase and I know I will get over. Keep your paper smiles and sympathies with you. I am no more yours….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4966932548648649530?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4966932548648649530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4966932548648649530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4966932548648649530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4966932548648649530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-need.html' title='Don’t Need'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3909489950471899116</id><published>2010-11-28T00:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:15:33.534+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One Year since I am writing blogs, and honestly it was a pleasure journey. I got so many things to say. perhaps I am run short of words. I so want to Thank my friends and readers for encouraging me to write and most importantly bearing me with all the flaws.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank You guys =)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Friends_by_Juliejxk" border="0" alt="Friends_by_Juliejxk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TPFYym7lzHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/a4ThsGpkrq4/Friends_by_Juliejxk%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friends are beautiful part of this small journey called life. Song of the day texts, always late on reunion dinners, odd comments on photos. Mapping movie dialogues on each other. Preferring their choices over yours, always saying no and then doing what the other one wants from you. No straight answer. Waking up others in midnight to say good night.&amp;#160; Always be there in the time of distress, understanding each other like you have always been together. I must say friendship is an awesome phenomenon. May your friends stay blessed and Happy =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Friends_by_Jnb87" border="0" alt="Friends_by_Jnb87" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TPFYz-41x8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/6aJKCVnyETY/Friends_by_Jnb87%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TPFY08Iz5BI/AAAAAAAAAvw/BsPiLAqotwU/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3909489950471899116?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3909489950471899116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3909489950471899116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3909489950471899116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3909489950471899116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TPFYym7lzHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/a4ThsGpkrq4/s72-c/Friends_by_Juliejxk%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6687017134101846586</id><published>2010-11-03T03:30:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:44:37.185+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mera Tuber (My Family)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wasn’t in touch with writing thing lately,&amp;#160; laziness and some serious work was the only reason. After looking for so long into this world, I met my family. I’ve got two brothers and a mother :D. So I will be talking about them only =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Maria H MommY:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our mommy, ultra adorable and sweet, she is most understanding person on the planet for everyone in her circle. You tell her your problem, serious or humorous and she will turn that thing into ear to ear smile. She eats lays and loves tea,coffee and these are the only ingredients for her day to day working :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Arsenal and AC Milan her biggest fevers. Books, Poetry,&amp;#160; music , sports and friends; everything is extreme for her except Mondays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; Maa when we will rule the world Mondays will be off *winks*&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;KB Nawaz LaaLA:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="33635_1579416052855_1459278829_31555747_8026871_n" border="0" alt="33635_1579416052855_1459278829_31555747_8026871_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TNCRBWY5JBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/VC1SfeFPDq4/33635_1579416052855_1459278829_31555747_8026871_n%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The silent bomb with killer looks, he is the model of the family. Humble yet humorous. Sports activities are not in his good books. You are working on your machine and from somewhere he will come and tickle you :P. Bhai was born in tanzania ;he completed his education from Fateh Garh School Peshawar and went to LUMS for very Higher education. Currently he is working as &lt;strong&gt;Very Senior Technical Engineer&lt;/strong&gt; on Something called IPhone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He watche movies on weekends, he got some secret obsessions which I don’t know because most of my speaking and reaction bits are off. He is caring,loving. He won’t make you feel alone. One more thing KB Nawaz loves sleeping. Soon he will be slaughtered with a marriage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Sorry bhai the last sentence was from payaray Bhai :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Usman S PayarAA:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TNCRCf_4eRI/AAAAAAAAAuc/w-6VRc7-uvs/s1600-h/61626_10150261366405092_875515091_15005917_1806415_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="61626_10150261366405092_875515091_15005917_1806415_n" border="0" alt="61626_10150261366405092_875515091_15005917_1806415_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TNCRDjdgMXI/AAAAAAAAAug/J5Ame6CNnMo/61626_10150261366405092_875515091_15005917_1806415_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Born in Brazil, a proud black nigger. Payara was given the nick name by the family. Graduated finally. A promising young individual with weird metaphor. Don’t expect right answer of the serious questions. He won’t say no whenever you need him. Taking photographs, music, poetry are some of his hidden talents. Start singing a song and he will end it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A workaholic who loves chatting during office hours :P. on a serious note, he is very talented young individual. My Tuber (Family) is looking a BIBI for him, if some one is interested kindly comment below. Currently he is working as a &lt;strong&gt;software Architect&lt;/strong&gt; in a very big company :P. Careless, Looser, Lazy, Crazy and sports freak he is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Save me from KB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So this was my family, I hope one of my family member will write same sort of things about me in the comments section. I really want to Thank ‘em for bearing me and loving me unconditionally. You guys are my &lt;strong&gt;Rockstars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank You readers for reading this family script. will surely write something else someday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6687017134101846586?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6687017134101846586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6687017134101846586&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6687017134101846586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6687017134101846586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/11/mera-tuber-my-family.html' title='Mera Tuber (My Family)'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TNCRBWY5JBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/VC1SfeFPDq4/s72-c/33635_1579416052855_1459278829_31555747_8026871_n%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8110359262139543645</id><published>2010-10-22T02:44:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:46:03.433+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>This Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="night" border="0" alt="night" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TMC0N-ZGClI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_ntJTGTiGDk/night%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is something wrong with this night… It’s pointing as if something really miserable happened … The Cold in the air, the silence, the darkness in the moonlight, everyone is shutting himself down in his nutshell. Every mode, every quote, every song and all the signs showing the wrong temper. Not a single note is encouraging everything seems so mysterious. Pray to your LORD for mercy and count me in your prayers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8110359262139543645?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8110359262139543645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8110359262139543645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8110359262139543645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8110359262139543645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-night.html' title='This Night'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TMC0N-ZGClI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_ntJTGTiGDk/s72-c/night%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6368956773953923735</id><published>2010-10-10T13:34:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:36:07.833+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: Another 50 Questions Meme, Part One (perhaps)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need a haircut :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Something like 1700+ don’t really know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you are gone….   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Planet Earth =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Safian best buddy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s Nokia’s official ringtone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A stoneage Popeye t-shirt   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you label yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Na you?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I am not wearing any shoes right now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;bright.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Did you do anything to celebrate John Lennon's 70th yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No why should I?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What does your watch look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s kindda cool.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was coming back from Theatre after watching movie.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good Morning nOmi.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t know the term 7-11.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What’s a word that you say a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ahooo (means yes):P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Sis ;)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cup of tea.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;None   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Digital age so no rolls.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The one I am in right now :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture (extra points if you post it.)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HaloWinMoon48_claro" border="0" alt="HaloWinMoon48_claro" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLF6kG4umGI/AAAAAAAAAts/jpqcuo1vrhc/HaloWinMoon48_claro%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s finish the android thing…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;able to fly what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Million bucks will sound more fun I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Got the questions from &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-50-questions-meme-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SundayStealing" border="0" alt="SundayStealing" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLF6lHf-DFI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3z8ue2yO_TY/SundayStealing%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6368956773953923735?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6368956773953923735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6368956773953923735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6368956773953923735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6368956773953923735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-stealing-another-50-questions.html' title='Sunday Stealing: Another 50 Questions Meme, Part One (perhaps)'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLF6kG4umGI/AAAAAAAAAts/jpqcuo1vrhc/s72-c/HaloWinMoon48_claro%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8708465600653105010</id><published>2010-10-10T01:21:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:45:43.588+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-mending the Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was May 2009, I was newbie into the office world and was getting late; When stucked in traffic mob, the signal was ON but the car in front of my bike was not moving, I was like What the hell is wrong with the car man and was really angry, when somehow passed the car, I saw the man in the car was having heart attack, called 1122 (Emergency Service in Pakistan), Helped him to get into hospital. Sometimes it happens that you are in 2nd row of traffic and signal points you that it’s time to move on and the vehicle in front of you stop working and you feel like killing that person inside. I felt the same at that moment, but encountering with personal experiences learnt that, Patience and looking with bigger canvas can satisfy bigger misunderstandings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Optimal_solution_by_meppol" border="0" alt="Optimal_solution_by_meppol" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLDOx8XIz2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RrAg5aRnS0I/Optimal_solution_by_meppol%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You have to take care of the people around you, because you can see and perceive the things that other people sometimes forget, showing patience and mending the rules in to the most suitable condition make us gentleman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLDOyzvIFuI/AAAAAAAAAto/QerC1EWR6yE/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8708465600653105010?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8708465600653105010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8708465600653105010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8708465600653105010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8708465600653105010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-mending-rules.html' title='Re-mending the Rules'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TLDOx8XIz2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RrAg5aRnS0I/s72-c/Optimal_solution_by_meppol%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1000133344665256022</id><published>2010-10-08T00:52:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:52:18.230+05:00</updated><title type='text'>She &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am writing after quite a long and life is changed drastically on my side. Yes she is gone to her home and I am happy for her… May ALLAH bless my sister Happiness and peace in her new home. I can’t express the pain I am feeling but this is the way life is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Still I remember she and I used to sing Dil Dil Pakistan. Our school bags were same, so were the uniforms and lunchboxes. We were real fighters. I hated her then and she hated me like no one on this earth hated me ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Things changed as we grew older… I don’t know when we became best friends…. We always had Coffee sessions at 2:00 AM, whenever I got time from my routine work, we used to discuss a lot about Clothes, songs, photos, paintings, smiles and kids. After Dad I was the one who supposed to choose a guy for her. It was hard decision but I made it… INSHALLAH things will be fine on her side. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Smiles*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1000133344665256022?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1000133344665256022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1000133344665256022&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1000133344665256022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1000133344665256022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-me.html' title='She &amp;amp; Me'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6357920760829629754</id><published>2010-09-17T02:47:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:47:45.239+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TJKQd-YrUJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4t9PYEHkchw/s1600-h/Be_Yourself_by_Dean_Site%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Be_Yourself_by_Dean_Site" border="0" alt="Be_Yourself_by_Dean_Site" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TJKQfl9SbQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/_uVn6WI1GBo/Be_Yourself_by_Dean_Site_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody can think anything about you. You cannot Justify every voice. So just don’t care, follow your heart and be yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6357920760829629754?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6357920760829629754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6357920760829629754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6357920760829629754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6357920760829629754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TJKQfl9SbQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/_uVn6WI1GBo/s72-c/Be_Yourself_by_Dean_Site_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1023500637322692782</id><published>2010-09-10T03:41:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:50:27.351+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sitting in his dark room, he was smoking for so long, broken pieces of photo glass on one side of the table, some silhouettes of lights were moving on the front wall, disgusted trash&amp;#160; all over the floor. He was in his torn tees and jeans for the last 8 hours still sitting; still trying to figure out what went wrong. He pushed another puff into his stomach via his oesophagus burning blood cells, malfunctioning his liver. He turned the radio volume up, he could hear some commercials, switching the channel and a RJ was saying something…. something which he found soothing…. this time he didn’t switch off the radio for 15th time… He was reciting some poem… he continued…. then some how …. RJ changed the mood of the show… and became funky again, he was about to turn that thing off…. when a song pampered him like&amp;#160; the sunshine into his broken heart, giving peace to his arteries and valves, he could breath and breath and breath….. tears were rolling down from the eyes…. all he wants… that the music should continue healing his broken heart, one sided promises, emotions and all the anger volcano inside…. When song ended…. RJ announced the name of the listener to whom it was dedicated by his best friend. Perhaps the person who dedicated the song, knew that what was going, on the other side of his own broken world. His message was &lt;em&gt;I am sorry, just come back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; In the midst of this, his phone ranged, he picked that up instantaneously and Said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shut up don’t be sorry, I am on my way!!!! He at once left his place running and everybody could see his *Big Smile*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is too short to hate…. hit the EGO Button…. You can stop everybody with your words, with your care, with your affection, with your love… all you need is to leap first step…. Don’t wait…. just let it go, just let it go. You can bring smile to a broken heart =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1023500637322692782?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1023500637322692782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1023500637322692782&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1023500637322692782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1023500637322692782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3785456511628580277</id><published>2010-09-07T23:12:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:12:10.275+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this stuff on &lt;a href="http://khanvibes.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-play.html" target="_blank"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; the blogs I continuously follow so thought of giving it a shot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Grab the book nearest you. Right now.       &lt;br /&gt; Turn to page 56.        &lt;br /&gt; Find the fifth sentence.        &lt;br /&gt; Post that sentence and reblog        &lt;br /&gt; Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most&amp;#160; intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Universal"&gt;Always saying ‘I tried’ when you didn’t really try at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book: &lt;/strong&gt;The Winner Stands Alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer: &lt;/strong&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Happy Blogging*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3785456511628580277?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3785456511628580277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3785456511628580277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3785456511628580277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3785456511628580277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-play.html' title='Word Play'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5006158065708247645</id><published>2010-09-07T01:51:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:53:25.585+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Reconnect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some How I&amp;#160; reconnected with you…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="hands_full_by_fading_lily" border="0" alt="hands_full_by_fading_lily" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TIVUUud8qKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/N7VWGecNVlM/hands_full_by_fading_lily%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and this time I won’t let you go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5006158065708247645?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5006158065708247645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5006158065708247645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5006158065708247645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5006158065708247645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/09/reconnect.html' title='Reconnect'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TIVUUud8qKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/N7VWGecNVlM/s72-c/hands_full_by_fading_lily%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2023037091505514535</id><published>2010-09-03T03:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:33:43.321+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrad'/><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07:18 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: When you are coming back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: In an hour&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: okay!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: when office is going off???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t know may be 2 hours or so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: what’s the plan for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: you get back to home and cook something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: alright… when you be joining?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t know depends… I’m working and then I planned for&amp;#160;&amp;#160; a badminton game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: umm alright… I’ll be waiting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: don’t wait I might be late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: get lost… I am ain’t eating anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: try to understand I got to finish this mess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: you always have to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: come on &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: whatever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: okay as you wish but I think you should finish your meal first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone hanged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:01 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: look at the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: ooh shit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: what now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: you ate something I might be late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: what ? you had your dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: yup I had some sandwiches from the canteen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: that’s bad&amp;#160; I don’t likes :@&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: come on I thought….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: how can you think I can eat without you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: you are changed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I’ve to…. come on get matured &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: you get a life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone hunged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:11 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Door bell rings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: whose there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: silence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: whose there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: silence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: Ooh you are such an idiot… where were you when we talked over phone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: you guess….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: buying chocolates for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah I don’t know when you grow up ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: If that is the case I don’t want to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: so shall we eat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: you already had your sandwiches.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: come on I can’t eat with out you… you know… all these years…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: shutup… come over the table…. dinner is ready :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I just love you!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: and I love the way you handle me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I’ve to…. ok enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: what?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: give me my meal I am hungry madam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: here it is….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not going to share that with you :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay… I am not eating anything :s&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;: stop over acting let’s start….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;: no start first say the BISMILLAH and then Thank ALLAH almighty that we are together after those long years…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he: eating…. you are wonderful… looks yummy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Small fights… little issues…. strengthens the love :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2023037091505514535?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2023037091505514535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2023037091505514535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2023037091505514535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2023037091505514535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4088944985492292686</id><published>2010-08-29T14:55:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:55:28.089+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Just another urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="11502470-md" border="0" alt="11502470-md" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/THoujU_av5I/AAAAAAAAAr4/CiJD6upyxrk/11502470-md%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="291" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="5" face="Technical"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want, you me and an endless road.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4088944985492292686?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4088944985492292686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4088944985492292686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4088944985492292686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4088944985492292686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-another-urge.html' title='Just another urge'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/THoujU_av5I/AAAAAAAAAr4/CiJD6upyxrk/s72-c/11502470-md%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3269050388183216662</id><published>2010-08-26T00:45:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:45:38.825+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In life, we come across so many people. With ‘em we share some common interests, activities, thought processes, work loads, music, movies, hang outs, and the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am wondering this moment, how small things like dedicating a song, making a small wish, cracking a creative way to wish someone on their special days, makes a different. Hanging with them in the time of distress and celebrating in happiness build stronger and longer relationships, in short these small things impact us Big. Don’t wait to condole,console,smile, wish, tickle, giggle and appreciate… just go for that; it will purify your soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/THVy4OJVfNI/AAAAAAAAArg/Dr4AT-F0YkI/Signature%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3269050388183216662?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3269050388183216662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3269050388183216662&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3269050388183216662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3269050388183216662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-things.html' title='Small Things'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/THVy4OJVfNI/AAAAAAAAArg/Dr4AT-F0YkI/s72-c/Signature%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-9149701919197140696</id><published>2010-08-17T23:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:18:47.952+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrad'/><title type='text'>Barrad Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I with couple of friends, we started a new blog, we named it&lt;a href="http://threebarrads.blogspot.com/"&gt; barrad Blog.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Blog will be about Photography, Bits n Pieces, write ups, poetry, music reviews, movie reviews, Book reviews, some quotes and opening the black boxes of human hormonal disorder :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope to catch you guys there as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-9149701919197140696?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/9149701919197140696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=9149701919197140696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/9149701919197140696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/9149701919197140696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/barrad-blog.html' title='Barrad Blog'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2508570158617643276</id><published>2010-08-17T01:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T01:02:19.603+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ishq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Mori Araj Suno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Trying so much heart to understand this metaphor called &lt;strong&gt;Ishq&lt;/strong&gt;. Where there is &lt;strong&gt;Ishq&lt;/strong&gt;, there is no indulgence of mind,wisdom,logic,prejudice, U n me, give n take &amp;amp; all the scholarly thoughts. It’s all about purity, Sanity and connecting the dots towards your creator and his messenger. Being totally crazy forgetting your own identity, being lost in the aura of your beloved creator. This is magic, Sometimes words are unable to describe what’s going on inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then there is after so much prayers, there is a time when you are&amp;#160; in front of your beloved. A shikayat… A shikwa…. Some questions… some answers, all dipped in the sacred water of Ishq…. One can’t stop bursting into tears…… Perhaps lyrics below best describe this convo. You can also Listen this wonderful piece &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-sZOGBTgcs" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mori araj suno, dastagir pir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;O my Lord, pay heed to my appeal&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mairee kahun kaa say mein apnay jiya ki pir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I am a faithful follower of my Creator&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mori araj suno, dastagir pir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;O my Lord, pay heed to my appeal&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabba sachiya, toon tay akhia see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;My true Lord, you had said&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja oye bandiya jug da shah ain tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;“Go man, you are master of the world&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saadian nemataan terian daulataan nenh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;My bounties on earth are your treasure&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saada naib the alijah ain tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You are the viceroy of your Creator”&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ais laaray teh torr kudh puchia eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;After baiting me with these promises&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kee ais nimanay teh beetiyaan nenh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Countless years have passed by&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaddi saar we layee o rab saiyaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;My Lord, did you ever enquire what transpired with your man&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terey shah naal jugh kee kitiyan nenh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;What your man has suffered in this world?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kithay dhons police sarkar dee eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, those in power and with the means intimidate, harass and terrorize&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kithay dhandhli maal patwaar di eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere, draft and bribery are rampant&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainj hadaan wich kalpay jaan meri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; My soul is shaken down to my bone&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeevain phahee ich koonj kurlaundi eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Just like a bird flutters when caught in a trap&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changa shah banayaee rab saiyaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You made a fine king indeed, my sweet lord&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulay khaandayaan waar na aundi eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;All I have gotten are endless beatings&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mainu shahi naeen chaidi rab meray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want kingship, my Lord&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mein tay izzat da tukkar mangna haan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;All I need is a morsel of respect&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meinu taang naeen mehlaan maraiaan di&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to live in palaces&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mein tay jeevain di nukkar mangnaa haan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I just want a small nook to live my life&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meri mannain tay tairian main mannan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;If you agree with me, I will agree with you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teri sohn jay ik wi gal moran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I won’t decline anything no matter how unreasonable&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jey ay maang nai pujdi tain rabba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;If you don’t look out for me God!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fayr main jawan teh rab koi hor loraan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Then I should go and seek for myself another god&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mori araj suno, dastagir pir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;O my lord, pay heed to my appeal&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iss surat seh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;With this grimace&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arz sunatay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Pleading&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dard batatay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Sharing the pain&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayya khaitay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Rowing the boat&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minnat kartay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Asking for his blessings&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rasta taktay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Waiting expectantly&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitni sadiyaan beet gai hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Countless centuries have passed by&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ab jakar yeh bhaid khulla hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Only now has it been revealed&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jis koh tum ne arz guzari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The one who you had appealed to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo tha haat pakarnay waala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The one who held your hand and guided you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jis jaag laagi nao tumhaari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Where your boat had docked&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jis say dukh ka daaroo manga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;From whom you had asked for a panacea for your pain&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toray mandir may joh nahin aaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The one who did not visit your temple&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woh tau tum heen thay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It was you only&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woh tau tum heen thay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It was you only&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Personal favourite lines&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mainu shahi naeen chaidi rab meray&lt;/em&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want kingship, my Lord &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want any luxuries, want only you… just want your love… your&amp;#160; blessings, your willingness…. just want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mein tay izzat da tukkar mangna haan&lt;/em&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;All I need is a morsel of respect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{&lt;/strong&gt;I am your slave, just wanted a respectable bread, earned by following the path you shown us… just obeying you… rest of the things are meaningless for me.&lt;strong&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise for the One whose control is my life and death, my beauty and wisdom… my bread and butter…. I just want His blessings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Closing Note: YA ALLAH Reham (Oh ALLAH Bless us take away these rains and floods, we know we are sinners but we believe in your Love,attention &amp;amp; mercies)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S &lt;em&gt;Lyrics were copied from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cokestudio.com.pk/Default.aspx#page=Lyrics.aspx%3FEpisodeId%3D3%26SeasonId%3D3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Official Coke Studio Web&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TGmYufsXlII/AAAAAAAAAqk/FXvMp91gYLE/s1600-h/Signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TGmYve3IZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/p_SblweXGMk/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2508570158617643276?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2508570158617643276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2508570158617643276&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2508570158617643276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2508570158617643276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/mori-araj-suno.html' title='Mori Araj Suno'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TGmYve3IZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/p_SblweXGMk/s72-c/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8088585956883715119</id><published>2010-08-14T23:46:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:46:08.850+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><title type='text'>Pakistan…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pakistan is like the heart beat, It feels like one of the biggest blessings ALLAH blessed us with. A country, was born as the result of an untiring effort. There is no counter of sacrifices, one full generation was martyred. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;63rd Birthday and I am short of words how to Thank Pakistan. I am me, just because of my country. Those who abuse it, are the worst enemies of this country. I know things didn’t work really fine for us, not a single politician turned out to be a true Leader after Muhammad Ali Jinnah, Currently Pakistan is in it’s worst situation, corrupt politicians, bureaucracy, natural disasters like flood and you can count on and on.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moving on, We can still become one of the most powerful nations by overcoming the differences of cast, creed and by following the path ISLAM shown us. We are champs in all the major games being played in our region, Cricket, hockey, tennis you name any. But this time Pakistan needed us the most, the youth. We can do all good by working really hard in our own capacities for the common good of everybody. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We will work for the good will of Pakistan, I am trying on my side by doing my job honestly by sticking to my commitments towards my clients and family, paying all the taxes, obeying all the traffic signals and rule of laws, and trying my level best to help my fellow Pakistanies. We need to set an example for the betterment of upcoming generations and INSHALLAH we will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TGbkbtygt_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/IqJiKKBXJyU/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8088585956883715119?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8088585956883715119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8088585956883715119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8088585956883715119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8088585956883715119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/pakistan.html' title='Pakistan…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TGbkbtygt_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/IqJiKKBXJyU/s72-c/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4856294924764496712</id><published>2010-08-05T20:16:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:16:43.054+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5858e7"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5858e7"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="friends-1" border="0" alt="friends-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFrV2O3jB6I/AAAAAAAAApc/PR_FSCPpcpY/friends-1%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="377" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5858e7"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;font face="TerrysHand"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Andy"&gt;we are, friends we will, no matter what… no matter your weird reasons. 5 years since long, we know us. you are still the old same deep in heart like jab we met in rush at first. I wish us more blessed years ahead &amp;amp; may you live long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4856294924764496712?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4856294924764496712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4856294924764496712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4856294924764496712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4856294924764496712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFrV2O3jB6I/AAAAAAAAApc/PR_FSCPpcpY/s72-c/friends-1%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8637800721982575136</id><published>2010-07-29T12:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:15:49.749+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AirCrash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Silent Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, an Airblue Flight 202 crashed in Margalla hills Islambad. 152 people were the victims of this tragedy.All dead. There were newly wed couples, professionals, men , women and kids going back or going to vacations. I know we will forget this incident and will get busy in our hustle. What we can do is pray for the patience of their families. May ALLAH Rest all of them in Peace and Heaven Ameen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFEqnjYFIkI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XIWNeyUNbR4/s1600-h/dua%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dua" border="0" alt="dua" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFEqohOdAqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/hpKW-8Mr1jQ/dua_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8637800721982575136?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8637800721982575136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8637800721982575136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8637800721982575136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8637800721982575136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/silent-prayer.html' title='Silent Prayer'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFEqohOdAqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/hpKW-8Mr1jQ/s72-c/dua_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1061415044809738771</id><published>2010-07-28T16:31:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:31:24.563+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Uncertain is the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dice" border="0" alt="dice" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFAU-USh5qI/AAAAAAAAAok/tjwjRKQo2bE/dice%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="204" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It took me quite a time to muster up myself to write for this post. A friend suggested the topic because it was mumbling in her mind right from this morning. Thank you!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Leaving the home, He planned of so many things to done, took out his to do list, while sitting in the train&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pair of shoes for Dad&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chocolates for sis&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grocery for the household&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;some shopping for myself&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Still thinking to finish what is still there to be filled in the to do list, and a bell rang, it was the sign to drop of the train and carry on his journey to the office by walk. He some how gathered his jacket,list and umbrella and luckily was out of the train safely. Sighed Shukran ALLAH (Thank GOD) I am on time :). Stood there for a while and then moved to the downtown, it was peak morning and weather was some what rainy but wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was crossing the road still thinking that “what is that I am missing in the list”. He looked right and the very next moment was laying… he can see the rainy sky, as if somebody is crying for him, somebody wants him back. He took a deep breath perhaps that was his last breath, jacket and umbrella was in his left hand still the way he caught up in rush while leaving the train, and to do list was partially blooded in the right one, perhaps now he knew “what is that I am missing”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="4722657700_d71b5a9b85" border="0" alt="4722657700_d71b5a9b85" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFAU_SvZAhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/nQO-7Jbl8dg/4722657700_d71b5a9b85%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is uncertain, we should be ready for the best and the worst. Look for pessimistic and optimistic ways. Don’t wait to say Thanks, Sorry, I love you,. Appreciate all the gestures of love,compassion and kindness. You never know how you are going to end up this journey. Finish it gracefully :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is why it is said that “&lt;em&gt;Pray before your to be prayed”&lt;/em&gt;. Thank your Lord for every breath and every moment He blessed you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFAVAEVdDXI/AAAAAAAAAos/MCI5TJmkMqA/s1600-h/Signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFAVCaFCRqI/AAAAAAAAAow/mJPTyQc--oA/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1061415044809738771?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1061415044809738771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1061415044809738771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1061415044809738771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1061415044809738771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/uncertain-is-life.html' title='Uncertain is the life'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TFAU-USh5qI/AAAAAAAAAok/tjwjRKQo2bE/s72-c/dice%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-57664577323774735</id><published>2010-07-15T11:52:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:52:54.594+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TkXel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for the Journey Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the time, Yes I am leaving with a company mates on an official tour to Northern Areas of Pakistan. 4 Days tour, a lot of planning going on. There are things I still need to pack up and prepare for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some of my friends really disappointed me specifically my neighbour Zunair, he isn’t going for no genuine reason :( same is the case with Irfan Bhai. Anyways they wished me best of the luck for my part of the journey. I really wish to have them on board.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enough for now…. so many thoughts and so many stupid reasons. Will keep you guys posted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TD6wPs6JELI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IdwQi-RbElI/s1600-h/Signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TD6wQ9IHDWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8XEgGOfub14/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-57664577323774735?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/57664577323774735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=57664577323774735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/57664577323774735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/57664577323774735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/gearing-up-for-journey-ahead.html' title='Gearing up for the Journey Ahead'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TD6wQ9IHDWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8XEgGOfub14/s72-c/Signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4035392128726686816</id><published>2010-07-13T00:04:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:04:25.013+05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then it rained</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am happy yes finally I am blushing don’t know but there is one big reason for this blush *smiles* yes yes you are right… I was looking for mercy for so long and somehow Allah forgave me and granted me with His Love in another form RAIN Oh I was carving for this very moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let’s take a photo journey of rain, I didn’t took any of these photos but I really wish to take some cool shots as soon as I get the mercy again. So all the photo search from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.pk/" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="www.photo.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo.net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="www.flickr.com" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="35207_10150207664465092_875515091_13551379_1687724_n" border="0" alt="35207_10150207664465092_875515091_13551379_1687724_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtm6UQuk1I/AAAAAAAAAng/ODUNpfRYIzs/35207_10150207664465092_875515091_13%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower:&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;em&gt; was waiting for you for so long you know that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Droplet:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;so do I, but things happens at the very right time my love. If I happened to come earlier you might not look as cute as you are right now :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="11171719-md" border="0" alt="11171719-md" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtm9Caj7cI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TyT9kbqSN3w/11171719md6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8080ff" face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally you look much cleaner and decent now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="11252090-md" border="0" alt="11252090-md" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtm_BXVkYI/AAAAAAAAAno/oD61JXQCzGE/11252090md6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="152" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Ooh I love the way you hold me!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="rain_oberembrach_jun04" border="0" alt="rain_oberembrach_jun04" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtm_wKaiCI/AAAAAAAAAns/rJTiMXXmJpg/rain_oberembrach_jun045.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun:&lt;/strong&gt; I look more beautiful with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain:&lt;/strong&gt; But the you are source of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="11117586-md" border="0" alt="11117586-md" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnCEVKVwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mQNYvqGeF5Y/11117586md3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Baarish ki har boond mein tumko… meri yaad toa aati hoa gi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="couple_rain" border="0" alt="couple_rain" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnDmRhGdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MtP1BRsZU34/couple_rain5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Somebody stop the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="10709191-md" border="0" alt="10709191-md" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnE0klHJI/AAAAAAAAAn4/m0YN9yDpUDg/10709191md6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here I am, just me and you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="10985130-md" border="0" alt="10985130-md" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnGSqFEFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/2CtHhchLfMs/10985130md3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="191" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am blessed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes rain is over and I am praying for another one. I love it. I can hear the song being played over radios, Jukeboxes, media players etc. I can see the change in clothing. I can see the change on faces. Surely this time, the change is very positive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can’t Thank Allah the Almighty for His countless blessings. Spare some time everyday to Thank Him for His Infinite Love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnKNz5yvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/p-N8JRHsfow/s1600-h/Signature4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtnNJrAHEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jcGes5wYHPU/Signature_thumb2.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4035392128726686816?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4035392128726686816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4035392128726686816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4035392128726686816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4035392128726686816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-then-it-rained.html' title='And then it rained'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDtm6UQuk1I/AAAAAAAAAng/ODUNpfRYIzs/s72-c/35207_10150207664465092_875515091_13%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5222419855235464522</id><published>2010-07-09T10:57:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:57:29.842+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>I me &amp; Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="vanity-1" border="0" alt="vanity-1" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDa6RCh7-7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/O58wOvmTfF8/vanity-1%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="187" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Title of the post is bit different then the original context so pardon me for cross wording your mind dear reader :P. Few years back I watched a movie called Devil’s Advocate, there was a dialogue I really liked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanity is my favourite sin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;. I thought of this and found it so damn right. Loving yourself can lead to the major corruptions that at the end contaminates the soul leaving us with no other option then killing the clean circle around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Selfishness, I never got that why do we become selfish, It’s what our &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; attitude or the urge of something for only ourselves or there is something really wrong inside which is making us wild as the time goes on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Granted, is it correct to take people for granted. You always stick to specific people when you are in trouble and when you are out of the mess you forgot those people who were there in your pain and strain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;~Patience, Consideration and valuing the relation may help to overcome favourite sins.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDa6R9BlIfI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T0CqkiqtbO0/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5222419855235464522?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5222419855235464522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5222419855235464522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5222419855235464522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5222419855235464522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-me-myself.html' title='I me &amp;amp; Myself'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TDa6RCh7-7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/O58wOvmTfF8/s72-c/vanity-1%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1990159854517209939</id><published>2010-07-01T00:20:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:27:50.988+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Otherside'/><title type='text'>Waiting…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am for so long waiting for the rain… one which could wash away all the bad things around me. The one which clears away the hot weather, I never liked the rain that much… but last night I was thinking that it’s time to repent over all my sins, it’s the time to rain the tears, It’s time to weep in front of Almighty… because He grants us forgiveness by repenting and promising that we won’t do anything which is odd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes I am all in tears… waiting for a long distance friend to get back to me, I am really worried. So why don’t write a letter to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Pagal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How are you? I know something is really wrong out there with you *sighs*. I am all in prayers for you INSHALLAH everything will be fine around you. When you get free from your hassle routine, just give me a call. I am doing not so good without you :( may be I am unthankful and that could be the only reason ALLAH is not raining in my part of the world. I am digging forgiveness all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Office is good so does the food and other friends. Hey I took a photo yesterday evening, after office. here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TCuY6D9ueZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/VU-AMc5UrWg/s1600-h/tkxeltree%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="tkxeltree" border="0" height="260" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TCuY8PglIAI/AAAAAAAAAnM/c-C-it3LgcA/tkxeltree_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="tkxeltree" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chaloo it’s all good. still waiting to hear from you. you take care han and keep smiling =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes If you guys are waiting for somebody and something as important as rain, just bow before ALLAH and there will be a magic INSHALLAH, All you need is faith and then there will be rain without pain =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Signature" border="0" height="33" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TCuZAtRhQ8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AnEHki8ARW0/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="Signature" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1990159854517209939?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1990159854517209939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1990159854517209939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1990159854517209939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1990159854517209939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TCuY8PglIAI/AAAAAAAAAnM/c-C-it3LgcA/s72-c/tkxeltree_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1097937633360296925</id><published>2010-06-28T00:27:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:23:35.939+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Eighty Meme, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Cheers to all of us thieves!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What curse word do you use the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shit, Shux   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you own an iPod?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not really… I am planning to get one :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What person do you talk to on the phone the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;umm my mother and a friend of mine.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you still remember the first person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Never kissed anybody :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you remember where you were on 11/9/01?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes was watching BBC with my Father and Chachoo   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Never Back Down &amp;amp; Winslow Boy… I loved the first one.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Has anyone ever called you lazy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am lazy and my mum always call me :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not too many times, but yes I had to   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Has anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes something was being told but that isn’t a secret.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Hairs and eyes I guess.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What are you looking forward to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To stabilize myself and my plans   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you own any band t-shirts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yup many bands :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What will you be doing in one hour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reading rest of my blogroll and emails.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lolx, I really don’t have any idea :p   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t know   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you on a desktop computer or a laptop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Laptop   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No all these stuff is for girls :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Would you ever date anyone covered in tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sounds horrible isn’t it?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What were you doing before this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was travelling back from home to my work town :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. When is the last time you slept on the floor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Daily, I love sleeping on floor because I am too tall to handle by normal beds :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As much as I could but usually 7 works fine for me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you eat breakfast daily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I try my level best&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1097937633360296925?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1097937633360296925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1097937633360296925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1097937633360296925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1097937633360296925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-stealing-eighty-meme-part-one.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Eighty Meme, Part One'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1770818541136628928</id><published>2010-06-20T13:37:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:49.568+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Otherside'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am robotic are you? I don’t know but that’s true. I feel like being robotic. Kick start each day with routine, Getting ready, office, food, work, coming back and sleeping. So much same routine :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are few things that help me keep myself alive or atleast let me feel that I am alive. Heat is mind boggling here and when its real hot I say “Uff mere Khuda Tauba”&amp;#160; :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Music is one thing, I am into now a days, &lt;a href="http://www.cokestudio.com.pk/seasonthree" target="_blank"&gt;Coke Studio Season 3&lt;/a&gt; is in house and I found it really exciting. I am loving the Arif Lohar, Zeb Haniya and Abida Parveen’s songs in the first episode and they keep on playing inside my media player more then a dozen times a day :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Problems are still big and I am not giving them much attention because I want to toast my head in things that are more important then the problems are =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="www.tkxel.com" target="_blank"&gt;Tkxel&lt;/a&gt;, My company is planning a trip to Northern Areas and I never been there. We organised it in a bit adventurous way. Leaving for Naraan on Thursday Night around 10 and reach in balakot on Friday Afternoon spend sometime there in river and enjoy the mangoes *yummmmmmmmmm* then move to Naraan and check in the hotel and rest for the night. Saturday visit the Naraan and surroundings. Will try to reach Saif Ul Malook the same evening Spend some time in Lake boating and bone fire. Sunday Morning will get up around Fajar and view the Lake, It’s the best time to see the water inside the lake and enjoy the sanity around. Will take a lot photos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week was too hot and too busy, working in office and then rushing back to flat. Saturday Morning I went to LUMS, played badminton for couple of hours with office mates and then had breakfast in PDC (Pepsi Dinning Centre, LUMS) it was good. Took nap and then started moving back to home. On way back lost my wallet :(. My ID card, ATM Card and Bike Registration was in it. I really hope to get my ID card back that’s the only thing of mere importance for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In home town Heat is severe and I hate it every other minute, but this is how life goes on, even weather conditions make us more stronger.What you think let me know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Prayers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TB3TSadddFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/f-Z1Ozs5EWs/Signature%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="37" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1770818541136628928?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1770818541136628928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1770818541136628928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1770818541136628928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1770818541136628928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TB3TSadddFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/f-Z1Ozs5EWs/s72-c/Signature%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-307126139439233970</id><published>2010-06-06T14:49:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:23:35.940+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: Another Question Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. It's 2AM and you are not home. You are more than likely:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be with my friends chilling out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's the last thing you spent more than $100 on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got myself a new Bike :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do your bank checks look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It looks super cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where did the shirt you are currently wearing come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stoneage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Name something that will be on your Christmas wish list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am not into Christmas stuff… But I am looking for a Camera for me on upcoming Eid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;White with Green strips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Name something you collect and tell us about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I collected a friend of mine in bits and pieces and now trying to muster up all those parts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Last restaurant you ate at. Who were you with? How was it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ziafat Lahore, Company Annual Lunch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who was the last person you bought a birthday card for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Umm really don’t remember all the birthday things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your worst bad habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am batmeez :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Name a magazine you subscribe to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;MIT Technology Review&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your favorite pizza toppings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t know =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose number were you looking up the last time you used a phone book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aish I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Other than family, who is the person that you love most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My best friend &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is the last thing you cooked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I cooked my friend’s brain last night :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Name something you wouldn't want to buy used?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Digital Camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess right one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is the last thing you remember losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some pocket money&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What is the ugliest piece of furniture in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nothing ugly… everything is cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Last thing you bought and ended up returning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I never buy things to return. So nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What perfume/cologne do you wear? If none, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;CK &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your favorite board game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Snooker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What was the last board game you played?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Snooker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Where did your vehicle come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some where from Honda Factory ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If a movie was made about your life what would the theme song be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t want my life to be a commercial piece, so no theme.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. You're sad, who can cheer you up easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My Friends, Sisters and Sehaab my kid cousin :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t remember.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everything ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is nothing specific, just attack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. It is your birthday. You hope the cake is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Death by Chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Questions from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-307126139439233970?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/307126139439233970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=307126139439233970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/307126139439233970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/307126139439233970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-stealing-another-question-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: Another Question Meme'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-5838508802729362204</id><published>2010-06-03T21:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.815+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>2 Years Since You Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t know how many sleepless nights I’ve spent in that hospital when you were there inside ICU. During your first and 2nd day of admission, I could not muster up myself to go inside close to you to see you to touch you. It was damn hard. I cannot explain how I felt while putting you down inside grave, It was my duty I know but very difficult job. Daada abu [grand father] is no more as strong as he used to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried my level best to engulf the family. I graduated, Yes finally I graduated and become CS major. I got job right after third day of my final exam. So you can proudly say to your mates as you used to “My son is intelligent” :’(.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve been deceived, tortured just because you were not here with us. But I’ve become stronger now. I’ve learnt some of the most silly dodges people played with me, will try to avoid those situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s been 2 years that you are gone, But can’t explain the pain, It feels like hell and it will be like that. I promise I’ll sacrifice everything for family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m praying every other moment for you and you will be in our prayers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just wanted to say last word I always failed to express &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="loveudad" border="0" alt="loveudad" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TAfRy9rT9vI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6xdJdn-l19Y/loveudad%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-5838508802729362204?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/5838508802729362204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=5838508802729362204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5838508802729362204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/5838508802729362204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-years-since-you-left.html' title='2 Years Since You Left'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/TAfRy9rT9vI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6xdJdn-l19Y/s72-c/loveudad%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2936877125033889864</id><published>2010-05-25T21:50:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.816+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Things that blush me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;May is getting hotter and hotter and making me feel more uncomfortable and dehydrated. I am pouring more water and liquids inside me to quench up my thirst. I don’t know what happened to me from the last one month or so. Was I so busy with my job, family and finances? No idea. I didn’t get inspire from anything to write. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This evening; when I opened my reader I saw a &lt;a href="http://littlemissjuicy.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/my-happy-list/" target="_blank"&gt;blogpost&lt;/a&gt; which pushed some air in me to write. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I am going to tell you guys what are the things which make me a happy guy *smiles*. I borrowed almost all of the photos from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.pk/imghp?hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wi" target="_blank"&gt;google image search&lt;/a&gt;. Moving on &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Dell-Inspiron-15" border="0" alt="Dell-Inspiron-15" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_j2z-fzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BxdVEdHOeLM/Dell-Inspiron-15%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="154" /&gt; I love spending time with my machine. My Dell Inspiron 15. Where I code, learn, earn, read, write and see the amazing world around the globe. It also helps me to connect with my friend community present there on &lt;a href="www.facebook.com" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="www.twitter.com" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rain, It makes me happy, I feel blessed because there are so many &lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Rain" border="0" alt="Rain" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_koDSY6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/LGLAvP5vCKo/Rain%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;memories connected with the it some good and some not so good. It makes me feel nostalgic at times.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am foodie and freaking fan of Desi Food. I love eating almost all desi dishes that my mom cooks for me. Yummmmm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="desifood" border="0" alt="desifood" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_lWEhC7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/u_-yqUYx_UU/desifood%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="coca-cola" border="0" alt="coca-cola" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_mGw3qJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bA2oiX1XCMw/coca-cola%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="226" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Coke is the ultimate chiller for me in this hot weather. In short I love Coke :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wearing Jeans and T shirts, Buying more and more have become one of my craziest passion now a days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="jeans" border="0" alt="jeans" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_m0Awg4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/U_7cqFTs1Y8/jeans%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tshirts" border="0" alt="tshirts" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_nlbbahI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/d2UGg87sjYA/tshirts%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="184" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I participate in active tech talk discussion and I propose some scalable and efficient solution, I really feel that… I am going on the right path in my professional Career. Meetings and discussion time is the only time I don’t crack jokes. Otherwise I love to make people around me happy and smile :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="writing" border="0" alt="writing" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_ojW9vfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YEGjfv9Muec/writing%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Writing; blogs, on my notepad and to do tasks, have become another habit of mine. I feel comfortable and relax after writing and feel that I blew my mind out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Reading, I love reading blogs, tech articles, news, notes and books. I got some favourite books I want to share here. My reading list is not so long but I am trying to spread it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="kite runner" border="0" alt="kite runner" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_pIjEZxI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gZEJrbEsIjw/kite%20runner%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="the-alchemist2" border="0" alt="the-alchemist2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_qMYdRHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PBKQdFoh3Hw/the-alchemist2%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a-thousand-splendid-suns" border="0" alt="a-thousand-splendid-suns" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_rJVxxAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W2jqXNP6fWA/a-thousand-splendid-suns%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="244" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now a days I am reading A Thousand splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini. Its fun reading though and story is getting excited as I am moving forward in book. I was wondering how beautiful Afghanistan would have been in 1950’s. I wish I could see Heerat and Kabul at that time. As the writer portrays these cities in beautiful words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="guyandbooks" border="0" alt="guyandbooks" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_rzP2E3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AFbhLbkP2zs/guyandbooks%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="192" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am looking for some more books. If you want to recommend any please push some effort and drop me a line on my mailing id.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My other Passion, is taking photographs. I don’t have a good camera till now but I am thinking of buying by the end of this year INSHALLAH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Takingphotos" border="0" alt="Takingphotos" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_s1UqDNI/AAAAAAAAAko/CAAHFbSEz_Q/Takingphotos%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like spending time with my family and friends. To gossip, to discuss, to learn and realize my duties towards the society, family and ISLAM. I will try to fulfil as mush as I could.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Signature" border="0" alt="Signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_tiEVCVI/AAAAAAAAAks/JP70k4kG2rw/Signature%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="37" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2936877125033889864?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2936877125033889864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2936877125033889864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2936877125033889864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2936877125033889864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-blush-me-off.html' title='Things that blush me off'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S_v_j2z-fzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BxdVEdHOeLM/s72-c/Dell-Inspiron-15%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3711209904634542004</id><published>2010-05-14T16:31:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.818+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Catch up Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have been away from blogging for quite a sometime, there were few reasons for that. I was damn busy with my job, I was working mainly on project release so wasn’t able to get some time for me. Secondly was not able to get myself inspire from the beauty inside and the outer one. Thirdly was too busy reading about the cricket critics. These folks are just juggling desperately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nomi13ok" target="_blank"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; statuses were for Team Pakistan for this whole month, so I am feeling kinda patriotic now a days. Some how or the other luckily we managed to port ourselves into the final four. Today it is going to be a big game and I am like my Nation keeping my fingers crossed and praying constantly that everything should go smooth tonight. I cancelled my plan to move back home as it is weekend here in my part of the world just because of the match; not really there are few other reasons. I am empty with the money I earned last month. I am shopping monster so I bought myself a denim and pair of T Shirts. I have become insomniac for the last full week, the reason is severe so praying for its realistic solution. I guess its enough for now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are some photos I choose for this post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00QFSnJcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/fhZoH7JsPeI/s1600-h/IMG_0767%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0767" border="0" alt="IMG_0767" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00UAqAYzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LE_vZhp1Hrg/IMG_0767_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The above picture is for one my favourite friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00WNG-72I/AAAAAAAAAic/H4RVLZhZLOk/s1600-h/IMG_0065%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0065" border="0" alt="IMG_0065" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00X22LFxI/AAAAAAAAAig/lARU6D3OWoU/IMG_0065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the people who inspire me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00ZueD7FI/AAAAAAAAAik/WB2ouFxJZ_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0401%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00a4NF-RI/AAAAAAAAAio/O0nUBrtPVhc/IMG_0401_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00cXJBZII/AAAAAAAAAis/RQCeiFCOydY/s1600-h/IMG_0430%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00eJR04RI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ICrL0vV6L3Q/IMG_0430_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3711209904634542004?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3711209904634542004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3711209904634542004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3711209904634542004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3711209904634542004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/05/catch-up-call.html' title='Catch up Call'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-00UAqAYzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LE_vZhp1Hrg/s72-c/IMG_0767_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3980299379927485593</id><published>2010-05-04T20:18:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.819+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So long I been away from Blogging was kinda missing and no one over the blog sphere was inspiring me to write Even then I sat down this evening to write about how my last month was. April is my birthday month and I had one :p &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-A6ocHKm0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/1hcXIBpZF-I/s1600-h/strawberry%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="strawberry" border="0" alt="strawberry" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-A6qIG9fBI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KuOyluE9z2c/strawberry_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moving on new place is good, at least I can say that I am living in a comfortable place now. April seemed to be quite long and I burnt so much money on my expenses i.e. shopping,books, transportation fares and fruits. Yes I bought myself strawberries and bananas in this month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I kept myself busy in my new job and finished maximum tasks. Music was all on specially music of Housefull and Veer was quite entertaining. Watched Wakeup Sid! again with couple of friends. Went on some picnics with friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Took not a single photo this month :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stay Happy and Blessed :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3980299379927485593?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3980299379927485593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3980299379927485593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3980299379927485593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3980299379927485593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/05/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S-A6qIG9fBI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KuOyluE9z2c/s72-c/strawberry_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4313495144710558319</id><published>2010-04-23T12:33:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.820+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>HandBook 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got these tips as an email and thought of sharing it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Drink plenty of water.    &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.    &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.    &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Live with the 3 E's -- Energy,&amp;#160; Enthusiasm, and Empathy.    &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Make time for prayer.    &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Play more games.    &lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Read more books than you did in 2009.    &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.    &lt;br /&gt;9&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sleep for 7 hours.    &lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;#160; Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;11.&amp;#160; Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.   &lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;#160; Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.    &lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;#160; Don't over do. Keep your limits.    &lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;#160; Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.    &lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;#160; Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.    &lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;#160; Dream more while you are awake.    &lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;#160; Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.    &lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;#160; Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.    &lt;br /&gt;19.&amp;#160; Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.    &lt;br /&gt;20.&amp;#160; Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.    &lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;#160; No one is in charge of your happiness except you.    &lt;br /&gt;22.&amp;#160; Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn.&amp;#160; Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.    &lt;br /&gt;23.&amp;#160; Smile and laugh more.    &lt;br /&gt;24.&amp;#160; You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Society:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;25.&amp;#160; Call your family often.   &lt;br /&gt;26.&amp;#160; Each day give something good to others.    &lt;br /&gt;27.&amp;#160; Forgive everyone for everything.    &lt;br /&gt;28.&amp;#160; Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp;under the age of 6.    &lt;br /&gt;29.&amp;#160; Try to make at least three people smile each day.    &lt;br /&gt;30.&amp;#160; What other people think of you is none of your business.    &lt;br /&gt;31.&amp;#160; Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your&amp;#160; family and friends will. Stay in touch.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;32.&amp;#160; Do the right thing!    &lt;br /&gt;33.&amp;#160; Always speak the truth even if it leads to your death.    &lt;br /&gt;34.&amp;#160; GOD heals everything.    &lt;br /&gt;35.&amp;#160; However good or bad a situation is, it will change.    &lt;br /&gt;36.&amp;#160; No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up..    &lt;br /&gt;37.&amp;#160; The best is yet to come.    &lt;br /&gt;38.&amp;#160; When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.    &lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4313495144710558319?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4313495144710558319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4313495144710558319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4313495144710558319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4313495144710558319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/handbook-2010.html' title='HandBook 2010'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6674527135582406520</id><published>2010-04-22T23:44:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:24:33.821+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Pain &amp; Entertainment Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How do you feel, after working 22 days a month, getting your salary and moving back to home, Yeah you will feel real great inside that your hard work , dedication , devotion and innovation paid you back. Imagine for a while, some mentally paralyzed gang of guys snatch away half of your salary and you are left with the rest of the amount back in your bank account. You will feel pathetic, yes you will abuse ‘em, scold ‘em .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Few days back; I was coming back from office and on the way I met with a guy who was&amp;#160; selling search lights and torches on road side. I buy myself an emergency light and during that conversation I got to know that he belongs to my hometown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I observed him a bit upset, on inquiring, he told me that some big bike guys came to him few minutes ago, they took some lights and run away and those were the total profit he had for the day’s tiring work in sheer hot weather. I asked him if he ate something and he said yes he did. I tried to help him but of no avail. He said that amount was not in my part of the today’s earnings and it was not decided by me but the one who is running all this bread circle ALLAH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I came back thinking &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Someone's pain and humiliation is someone else's fantasy and entertainment. But that's the circle of life isn't it&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We need to learn the missing part of our faith once again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6674527135582406520?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6674527135582406520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6674527135582406520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6674527135582406520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6674527135582406520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/pain-entertainment-game.html' title='Pain &amp;amp; Entertainment Game'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1820357350701016152</id><published>2010-04-11T13:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:37:22.340+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="6666397-md" border="0" alt="6666397-md" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S8GFIqe7yVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/o8_FI72gNjY/6666397-md%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" height="198" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is said that Man is social a animal, agreed; man is animal and he have to be social. We are so connected with each other, in different clusters like family,friends, colleagues on virtual space and you can count on and on … We share different emotion set with each of our connection physical and mental, hormonal and metaphysical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;What Happens when one of the connection goes dead. Yeah for instance I am no more in this world the very next moment what will happen? Within some time mourning period will start in my home, family will gather shed few tears and then drop me inside the grave. Next phase;&amp;#160; this news will reach to my friends over virtual space and to the ones who are in remote areas. So my Connection won’t be any more with anyone. Now, people associated to me in one form or the other will loose a connection but world won’t end here. Yes because &lt;em&gt;The Show Must Go On. &lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="308095c378b4048b" border="0" alt="308095c378b4048b" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S8GFKCyOKqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/up_wTTVTfqQ/308095c378b4048b%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In few days my friends will get a new friends and virtual space people will get another Friend Request and life will go on. This will happen with each of us. What will Happen next once the full stop is carved in our life, no one knows and we are least interested in knowing that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So for that we need to re-establish our Connection with someone&amp;#160;&amp;#160; else who is the ultimate authority… Who got the most power… who is the MASTER of everything… Yes ALLAH… Let us not forget Him and His uncountable blessings upon us and Thank Him for every breath and every moment that He Bestowed us with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1820357350701016152?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1820357350701016152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1820357350701016152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1820357350701016152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1820357350701016152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S8GFIqe7yVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/o8_FI72gNjY/s72-c/6666397-md%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-434614351481713383</id><published>2010-04-08T01:46:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:17:23.463+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUCIT'/><title type='text'>Class Notes Mid 2009 Till Start 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After quite a while, I got some spare time to write about my grad class, Yes my own Bsc Spring 2005. There are few people I am in touched with and I will try my best to acknowledge you guys who is doing what and where. So let’s sneak around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Arif,&lt;/strong&gt; studying in sweden with few of his Pakistani fellows, He often visits Italy to pay home ad to his elder brother if I am not wrong Arif. Study there is bit tougher as he told me and he enjoys reading socio political system along with history. &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Ali&lt;/strong&gt; got married according to the latest news revealed to me by Mitho. I wish him best of health and happiness.&lt;strong&gt; Zohaib Foji &lt;/strong&gt;working in Bank and quit gaming for a while I really don’t know why. He is often found tweaking around with .Net code still in process of figuring out what he wants with his life. &lt;strong&gt;Humaira&lt;/strong&gt; stays back home and teaches to kid, met her in university farewell followed by reunion lunch. You can check out the pictures of both events inside my &lt;a href="www.facebook.com/nomi13ok" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; Photos section. &lt;strong&gt;Iffat Bashir &lt;/strong&gt;too stays back home and enjoys television and cooking mostly. Was undertaking some exam followed by an interview session in some local community college for the post of lecturer. I wish her Best of Luck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rizwan Ahmad&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;is working with Techlogix Pakistan on Askari Commercial Bank project I guess so. He stays in ISB on week days and in Lahore on weekends. He was kinda tired of his routine, was also working on some new projects for personal learning. way to go jaani. &lt;strong&gt;Murad Habib&lt;/strong&gt; is in his final semester of Masters of Information Technology PUCIT. Can be found in Salman’s room sometimes on weekends and on his bike mostly with smoke around. Good Luck Murad for final Project. &lt;strong&gt;Umair Rashid&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; will be tied in wedding knot on this weekend I guess, I am not invited and I got this information from Salman and Awais’s FB status. I wish him all the best. Umair is still cute with Big fat tummy :D. &lt;strong&gt;Omer Akhter; &lt;/strong&gt;this guy is working in CDocs on some Java project, He is too lazy and uses bicycle as a ride for oscillating between home and office. His tummy is becoming real pathetic :). Wish him good luck &amp;amp; the best of health. &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Yousaf;&lt;/strong&gt; well CH sab is working with Zoniversal on PHP and is real happy with his Job MASHALLAH, He never feels homesick so sticks to his flat even most weekends of the month. Enjoys free bicycle ride to go to office and yes his eating habits not changed yet, he eats alot :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mujahid Riaz&lt;/strong&gt;, is working in netsoft as Software Engineer and can be seen on FB with cute poses as his DP. He enjoys his work along with old punjabi sad songs, I don’t know the reason behind this by the way, reach Mujahid to ask this :). &lt;strong&gt;Hafeezullah Sultan DON&lt;/strong&gt; is working for Techlogix Pakistan and can be found&amp;#160; writing TIBCO Processes for Mobilink Pakistan. Spends every 2nd weekend with his old mates in their model town flat. Previously he was too busy with Integration Project of Mobilink Pakistan. &lt;strong&gt;Usman Saeed;&lt;/strong&gt; well I can see a new entrepreneur in Spring 2005 in the form of him, working in CureMD and can be found tuning DB queries mostly and ruining the work of Danish Butt :P. Well shero best of luck Buddy :D. &lt;strong&gt;Usman Mitho&lt;/strong&gt;, works in Packages Pakistan as a SAP developer, he is still obedient and punctual geek, and enjoys work out after office hours inside the office :). Soon we will see Mr S05. &lt;strong&gt;Naseer Arif&lt;/strong&gt; got job in ABL as development engineer, left ITW for the good of the company :P. Now a days enjoying home and will be joining ABL in the coming week. Best of Luck with the new job, when I can see your new … you know what I mean :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rizwan Haider,&lt;/strong&gt; the cutest gujjar on earth, working as one man’s army in Good Logics and handling three parallel projects of social networking applications, portal development and Drupal Customization. he is kinda tired of his current job and looking for better options. Gujjar I got one for you and best of luck with hunting new visions. &lt;strong&gt;Rajia,&lt;/strong&gt; she is in Sweden trying to study and enjoy the snow, I am not that connected with her on virtual space, so can’t write much, but I wish her best of luck for studies and future. &lt;strong&gt;Hafiz Abdul Hafeez,&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping Server of Spring 2005 as Arif named him, is in Lahore now working for Future Now Technologies. He is happy with the new learning curve and technology set. But is out of focus now a days. I guess busy with project releases or might be sleeping somewhere, Arif I love your sense of Humour Sleeping Server :P. &lt;strong&gt;Haji Javad Iqbal,&lt;/strong&gt; working for SQLMed as .Net Engineer. Goes to office late and comes back late. He got a new Bike and enjoys the job and learning curve. Good Luck Haji :). &lt;strong&gt;Awais Aslam,[&lt;/strong&gt; works for I2C Pakistan left MS for the good of FAST NU saying kuch paanay k liye kuch khona padta hai. I agree with you awais because you have to make choices and then stick to it. Good Luck]… Here are some new updates from Awais… He resigned i2c and will be joining Xavor Corporation from next week. SHO going good… Best of Luck :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danish &lt;/strong&gt;works in CureMD and enjoys his work with cute smile and eve teasing QA department’s girls. He still manages to smile and laugh aloud. On Late nights can be found working for his cousin’s new boutique website. Good Luck i will get back to you on that. &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Usman Ch,&lt;/strong&gt; enjoys work as a freelancer whenever he gets time he goes to university to cover up his pending courses. Best of Luck usman :) &lt;strong&gt;Hasnain Shah, &lt;/strong&gt;is working for NextBridge Technologies. He can be found on skype hasnain.mastercontrol. He is still lazy and careless and manage to smile and heck around. I meet him once in a fortnight and we cherish ourselves with happy moments. INSHALLAH he will get Visa for UK and then these smiles will be memories. I love you SHAH :D. &lt;strong&gt;Nouman Naseer &lt;/strong&gt;well that's me, I got job in Tkxel Inc after a long destabilizing period and now thinking of sticking to it. Love my new work place and new flat here in Lahore. I work on .Net Projects in my office and Android Development after office. Spend every weekend with family and enjoy reading blogs and books and that's it. &lt;strong&gt;Iram Akbar,&lt;/strong&gt; she is working for Wateen Telecom in Customer Care Department and enjoys staying close to her adorable person. She got pick and drop service but the bad thing is… she is on for Saturdays. Best of Luck Iram.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abdul Basit,&lt;/strong&gt; got another job after leaving PEL Pakistan, He can be found commenting shokha on my status messages over FB. Got a new Lapi and Bike from DAD as graduating gift. Happy running basit. &lt;strong&gt;Sidra &lt;/strong&gt;trying hard to cover up her courses, met her on reunion lunch and she was cute :D. INSHALLAH you will complete your graduation this year. &lt;strong&gt;Salman,&lt;/strong&gt;works in Wateen Telecom and then smoke in his cute flat after office hours with bunch of mates. Left music for a while, sits FB for around 18 hours a day and enjoys the new city and people life. He is kinda corporate person, Best of Luck with this new look baby love you too… &lt;strong&gt;Shama &lt;/strong&gt;she left for UK for quite a some time and misses her old mates. She too can be found on FB in afternoons. She is there for a break. Happy Vacations Shama. &lt;strong&gt;Faisal &lt;/strong&gt;works for Techlogix Pakistan as Support Engineer but looking for some new option in the market. He enjoys TV alot now a days with smoke packets . Faisal INSHALLAH you will get new job INSHALLAH if you will dive for. Anyone of you who can help faisal kindly put some effort to email him or call him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahira&lt;/strong&gt; stays home and enjoys cooking and eating stuff, not know much about her. kindly update me with anything new about her so that I can write few more bits&lt;strong&gt;.MST &lt;/strong&gt;stays back home and hunts job. Watching movies and enjoying army mess become his routine now a days. &lt;strong&gt;Fahad Khalid&lt;/strong&gt; works in Softech Systems primarily on Java Technology suites and that's all I know :( Best of Luck Fahad. &lt;strong&gt;Waqas Ali &lt;/strong&gt;runs academy in&amp;#160; his neighbourhood and that is too I know about him Good Luck Pappu. &lt;strong&gt;Maqsood &lt;/strong&gt;gujjar is hunting job and stays back in Sargodha. Good Luck&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whoa it was a long post and I am happy I managed to know most of the people in my class. I hope everyone remember me as well. Will be looking for your comments on this…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7zvILKXpZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2rFW4y5Yfxg/s1600-h/signature%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7zvJS7LkYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9q1Bq_Sqvdk/signature_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="85" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-434614351481713383?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/434614351481713383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=434614351481713383&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/434614351481713383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/434614351481713383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/class-notes-mid-2009-till-start-2010.html' title='Class Notes Mid 2009 Till Start 2010'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7zvJS7LkYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9q1Bq_Sqvdk/s72-c/signature_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1813046161366537887</id><published>2010-04-04T03:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:18:57.665+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The 35 Questions X 2 Meme: Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. If you suddenly became single or are single, do you think you could last in a relationship for 12 months or more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes pretty sure about that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Do you forgive or forget?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I Forgive   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you trust people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. What are you not looking forward to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any new hurdle… because I want peace this time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Do you get mad easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Very easily I’m mad man :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Tell us about the last time you were told you that you have pretty eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Safian friend of mine teased me :D a week back.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Do you have strange dreams?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Ever licked someone's cheek or forehead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ooh no way   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Tell us about the last time you fell asleep in someones arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yup slept with my mum…. I was too tired and too shattered to handle myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. When did you last play a game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friday night, in office and won consecutive 3 or 4 badminton games.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What do you have on you at all times?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dreams &amp;amp; thoughts    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Do you go out in public without getting all dressed up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually I do this most of the time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Do you like fruity or minty gum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;minty gum sounds cool &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Favourite musician or group?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Too many to engrave here…. A.R Rehman, Brian Adams, NFK and the list goes on   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Do you like anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yup :-)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Favourite computer game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NFS Underground   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. First album you ever went and bought with your own money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess It was of Nazia Hassan’s last album I don’t remember its name but there was a song called “Dil ki Lagi…”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Think back five months ago, were you single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I was :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yup, It let you remind good old days :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I don’t think so I am too ordinary for everyone    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Last thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An outfitters shirt.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Are you a jealous person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yup kinda    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes it does   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes My Sister… Ooshiya and many more   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Have you ever had your heart-broken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many times   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Have you ever done something while drunk that you still cannot believe you did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t drink and I hate it   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Is there anyone you secretly wish you could be spending your time with right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not anymore   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Do you text?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yup I do   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I want to talk to a friend of mine   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Is your life anything like it was a year ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No it was way different   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Go back one year on your blog. Leave us a link to your favorite post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/ambri-my-mother.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ambri My Mother&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life, what is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;H2O i.e water    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Tell us about someone that you have lost contact with someone you wish you didn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A friend of mine&amp;#160; far from me but really close to my heart.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. What is the last thing you said out loud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oye   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Will this year be better than last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;INSHALLAH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1813046161366537887?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1813046161366537887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1813046161366537887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1813046161366537887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1813046161366537887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-stealing-35-questions-x-2-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The 35 Questions X 2 Meme: Part Two'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6580168962038705277</id><published>2010-04-03T02:52:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:29:45.518+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Mushy March</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When March started I was worried; I spent so many nights thinking how my life will shape in the&amp;#160; days coming. It was a hustle, was totally mad yet exciting experience for me. Getting up early in the morning and then gearing up for the office. Grabbing rikshaw for the office and then sitting all day meetings, writing and reading those lines which actually can change the things for the good of people. It was fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I learnt so many things about me, about new life and about new beginning once you got hit like a boxing sack. Mustering up the courage and avoiding your fear to accomplish your dreams. I believe on this thing “&lt;strong&gt;If you can dream, you can do&lt;/strong&gt;”. I am dreamer yes I confess this, but now the dreaming process is entering in another moulding phase. The practical thing with mature decision. Learning the social and rational behaviours side by side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I took some photographs too; and below are some pieces of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="552"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="284"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7Zm9rVQYlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_RU7nGrXPfI/s1600-h/15008_1405246610914_1224850372_1174004_434278_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Celebrations" border="0" alt="Celebrations" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7Zm_d1naFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lXmESlNvAyE/15008_1405246610914_1224850372_1174004_434278_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="135" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="266"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnCs7ZBcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bwefemoO3xs/s1600-h/24946_1420411830035_1224850372_1208568_6244824_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Captivating Stillness" border="0" alt="Captivating Stillness" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnESqFdmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YQy2HkIAbsc/24946_1420411830035_1224850372_1208568_6244824_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="284"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnIP5_ggI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MYKOi7KK_JI/s1600-h/Wedding%20Misc%20012%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="spring 10" border="0" alt="spring 10" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnKgcg_rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3HyGnprX0hg/Wedding%20Misc%20012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="266"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZpZ7TcZ5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/1FRgJJlf5w8/s1600-h/Wedding%20Misc%20214%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Archi Capture002" border="0" alt="Archi Capture002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnL5zCtnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Dn_OP4WWtpI/Wedding%20Misc%20214_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;March was overall good and great learning. I got some books and reading one of them now a days. &lt;strong&gt;Brida&lt;/strong&gt; By Paulo Coelho which hopefully I will end up this weekend. So many thoughts so many things to share but for now Its time to sleep, will dream and cherish myself with something new, with something exhilarating, something better and sweet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnM5qZOII/AAAAAAAAAfs/aPs_KknRuQo/s1600-h/signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7ZnN0KyBII/AAAAAAAAAfw/uPEcnnwJS8w/signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="81" height="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6580168962038705277?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6580168962038705277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6580168962038705277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6580168962038705277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6580168962038705277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/04/mushy-march.html' title='Mushy March'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S7Zm_d1naFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lXmESlNvAyE/s72-c/15008_1405246610914_1224850372_1174004_434278_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-585943807141848445</id><published>2010-03-28T15:38:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:18:57.666+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The 35 Questions X 2 Meme: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How far away is the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not kissed any body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Has someone ever told you they would be with you forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No not yet but waiting for that moment :D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Last person you were in a car with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My friend Ejaz and Safian    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not really but to go to office and do my routine work    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Never noticed but I guess 5 minutes    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Best friend or close friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Best Friends    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;INSHALLAH I hope so    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Did you kiss anyone friday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Na    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing just got up and need breakfast    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My sister.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What is the WORST subject they teach at school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t Remember school subjects now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is your favourite colour top to wear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Blue Black white    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What's the closest thing to you that's green?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My T shirt, Theme of my computer and Blog writer :D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Where would you like to be right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No where I am home and that is the most comfort feeling for me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Write down some lyrics to the song you're listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sureeli aakhiyon waale sunna hai teri akhiyon se behti hain neendain aur neendoon mein sapnay….    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How many dogs do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;None    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;no not really.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Is life going right for you now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes ALHAMDOLILLAH    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Is there someone you care about more than yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes so many people    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What made you laugh today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;not yet laughed just got up :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love Happens    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Whats the last conversation you had about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Current situation of Pakistan    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What were you doing at 7:00 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sleeping :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you like your hair long or short?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Short for boys long for girls :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I do    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Do you like the rain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rain depends but mostly I like    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Did you have a valentine this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t believe in valentine thing    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. The last person you kissed needs you at 3 am, would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have not kissed anybody so it doesn’t matter    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Would you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I can.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not really ALLAH planned everything pretty fine for me &amp;amp; I’m thankful.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. How do you feel about boys smoking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Smoking no YUCK    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Could you see yourself with someone forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No everything is unpredictable so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions Grabbed from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-585943807141848445?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/585943807141848445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=585943807141848445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/585943807141848445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/585943807141848445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-stealing-35-questions-x-2-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The 35 Questions X 2 Meme: Part One'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-928485461934796125</id><published>2010-03-21T12:10:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:18:57.666+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Eight Tens Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN TO START.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes Thanks to ALLAH   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you bored?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I got good company to chit chat.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YUCK No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you a blonde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Are you moody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I’m   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Are you a lover/hater?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Both   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you hot/cold?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hot   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you Irish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NO   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Are you Asian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN FACTS.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nouman Naseer   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Nicknames:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nomi,nene, lamba   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Birth mark:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Black mark on left hand.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Hair color:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dark Brown.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Natural hair color:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dark brown   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Eye color:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dark Brown   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Height:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6’.2”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Facebook Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheesy    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite color:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Blue   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. One Place to Visit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;London   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;u&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I do.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I do   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many times   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many times.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone and not told them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I don’t   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Friend Hafiz Sohail.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t remember.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Love or lust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Obviously Love   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Cats or dogs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dogs   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few best friends   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Television or internet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Internet   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Chinese Or Indian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Indian   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Romantic Night in   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Money or Happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happiness   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Night or day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. MSN or phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MSN   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Been skinny dipping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Stolen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bungee jumped?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Lied to someone you liked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never had any gf :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Na never.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Wanted to disappear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;u&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;1. Smile or eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eyes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Light or dark hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dark Hair   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hugs or kisses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hugs   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Shorter or taller?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shorter   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Intelligence   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Romantic or spontaneous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spontaneous   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Funny or serious?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Funny   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Older or Younger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Older   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Outgoing   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sweet or Bad Ass?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN HAVE YOU’S.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ever done drugs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Drugs no way   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever been pregnant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;excuse me…. I m man :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ever been on a cheer leading team?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Ever Been on a dance team?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Planning to be in.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;rap is not my thing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN LASTS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;u&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;1. Last phone call you made:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To my sister.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Last person you hung out with:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Friend Hafiz Sohail Akhter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Last time you worked:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Last person you tackled:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Colleague    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Last person you IM’d:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ooshiya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ooshiya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Last thing you missed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Bus :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Last thing you ate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;KFC’s Zinger Burger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions Grabbed from&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-928485461934796125?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/928485461934796125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=928485461934796125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/928485461934796125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/928485461934796125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-stealing-eight-tens-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Eight Tens Meme'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-4680892364355829127</id><published>2010-03-16T23:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:19:33.285+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Three stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="thinking-outside-the-box" border="0" alt="thinking-outside-the-box" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_Kv-dzXWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PnFKVm1rNuQ/thinking-outside-the-box%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I opened my machine this morning and started working on the project I’d been planning last whole week. I was at home with most of the technology set. Yet at the middle of something application started to crash.I spent hours fixing little things by reading, tweaking and hit &amp;amp; try finally succeeded . What I learnt &lt;strong&gt;Always be ready for the worst.&lt;/strong&gt; no matter how skilled you are; innovation and out of the box thinking can solve many problems.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_KxJnN4DI/AAAAAAAAAfA/syruJ_Dthho/s1600-h/thinking%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="thinking" border="0" alt="thinking" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_KycReI2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/7q7AbCLwyoA/thinking_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I was done with my office… my colleague dropped me to the bus stop. I saw a girl with her mother most probably. They were also waiting for the Bus or somebody else. People around me specially the boys who were going back to home after their tuitions or evening colleges sessions, started discussions with each other about her. Mean while a car stopped there and girl entered with her mother inside it. After that; they commented with such a brutality and made the girl a whore. So what I learnt that &lt;strong&gt;education is not that important, mental growth, consideration, understanding the things with broader perspective and open eyes might help us to see the things with their original mould&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_Kz4qtN_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/jJVveXSIWFI/s1600-h/greed%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="greed" border="0" alt="greed" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_K1N2gbDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mdcfRly8EpM/greed_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On my way to flat in van, I experienced fight between conductor and passenger. Conductor was asking for more fare, just because it was the peak time and passenger had the old scheduled amount with him and result was fighting after abusing period. Passenger had to left the van for the good of himself and conductor kept on barking. I left the van on my destination and a quote was disturbing me at that time&lt;strong&gt; “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/earth_provides_enough_to_satisfy_every_man-s_need/181709.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;May ALLAH Help all of us to become devoted to our work and to our fellow human beings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-4680892364355829127?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/4680892364355829127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=4680892364355829127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4680892364355829127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/4680892364355829127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-stories.html' title='Three stories'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5_Kv-dzXWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PnFKVm1rNuQ/s72-c/thinking-outside-the-box%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6158626085452885859</id><published>2010-03-15T22:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:19:13.491+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>The Something Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Name something you do every day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;drink,eat,sleep, repeat :)&lt;b&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0"&gt;Name something someone else calls you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mera Buddy,Mera Best Friend,Mera Jigger&lt;b&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name something that irritates the heck out of you online.&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Social Networking Games and Spam emails       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;Name something that bugs the stuff out of you at a restaurant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;People Smoking and Loud Laughers ;@&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name something you cannot tolerate at a store.&lt;/b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bad Customer Care &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0"&gt;Name something you'd like to call your co-worker.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Buddy    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Name something that you hate about someone close to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Self pitting    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Name something you don't like about your sibling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;none, I love ‘em    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Name something you like about yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;My Creativity     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#004000"&gt;Name something you would rather be doing right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Reading for sure :D    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#804040"&gt;Name something that you'll be doing next week at this time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shopping &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Grabbed Questions from&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mondaymahem.blogspot.com/2010/03/name-something-meme.html" target="_blank"&gt;Monday Mahem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6158626085452885859?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6158626085452885859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6158626085452885859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6158626085452885859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6158626085452885859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-meme.html' title='The Something Meme'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8059295085616440489</id><published>2010-03-13T14:36:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:22:20.762+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Pictures'/><title type='text'>Random Clicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are some random Clicks on first day of my weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:ed10cd22-a9f4-411a-83f7-d85fd1f85546" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!342&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Randoms" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tcgBau3OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BoDYOUHTC8A/InlineRepresentation8a023a6c-6da3-415f-aead-35fdbd39c454.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!342&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&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/5115916792828203901-8059295085616440489?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8059295085616440489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8059295085616440489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8059295085616440489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8059295085616440489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-clicks.html' title='Random Clicks'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tcgBau3OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BoDYOUHTC8A/s72-c/InlineRepresentation8a023a6c-6da3-415f-aead-35fdbd39c454.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-7756810570650594980</id><published>2010-03-13T12:52:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:19:33.285+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Yeah Ham Nahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After 24 hours of first attack in Lahore, I am writing this, so far a big bulk of content is generated on social networks, news, TV, video blogs and on internet. This might be another post similar to that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have a similar story to tell, RA Bazaar blast heard by me very closely. My Office was half a mile away from that place. I was reading another blog where a kid mentioned that how he reacted when he and his other classmates heard the sound of blast. Same are the stories of other eye witnesses. There is wave of terror among the nation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Later in the evening, there were blasts of low intensity experienced by the Lahoris known as Zinda dilaan e Lahore. Lahore a city where people at 3:00 am, when feel hungry go to market not to the kitchen were terrified. I am writing this because I am feeling the pain inside me for my Nation. But what actually went wrong for all this suicide bombing process is depicted in&amp;#160; the video.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e0f490e4-c33b-47ce-ac6a-8718ad9145ce" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="46d98135-cde7-4d75-8355-5ec559aad59a" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3U7KsJHdO0" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tEIxl2_UI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PP-ya26X5FY/video51a77e726ba3%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('46d98135-cde7-4d75-8355-5ec559aad59a'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/a3U7KsJHdO0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/a3U7KsJHdO0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are Muslims and Islam does not encourage in the killings of innocent people. Those who are trying to terrify us are terrified to see the courage and patience of this Nation. Yes we are Muslims, Yes we are Pakistanis, We are not afraid of terrorists, We will rise again. The only thing that is needed is to follow Quaid’s motto Faith, Unity and Discipline. Having Faith in Allah, cutting down the distance between your knees and earth. Uniting like a Nation through thick and thin. Moving forward and acting like a disciplined battalion will terrify those who are doing this to all the Muslims around the globe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tEJ6N_OZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-sL9HvNC-fs/s1600-h/ayat%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ayat" border="0" alt="ayat" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tELNMOwwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1QA9VvdhFw0/ayat_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-7756810570650594980?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/7756810570650594980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=7756810570650594980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/7756810570650594980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/7756810570650594980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-ham-nahi.html' title='Yeah Ham Nahi'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5tEIxl2_UI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PP-ya26X5FY/s72-c/video51a77e726ba3%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2176084477054827943</id><published>2010-03-11T14:03:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:50:50.378+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Adjustment…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="sliding-crescent-wrench-adjustment" border="0" alt="sliding-crescent-wrench-adjustment" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5ixw3LTA1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/-2CtEUhN8iQ/sliding-crescent-wrench-adjustment%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="151" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Adjusting to new job is not an easy task, and I am going through this hindrance. All day long sitting on machines talking about the unrealistic,untouchable, not so physical yet making life easier of hundreds and thousands of people around the globe called &lt;strong&gt;Coding &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;Programming&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Most of my day passes adjusting the code, engineering client requirements, looking screens,tweaking into the loops, structures, classes ,functions and most important meetings. I love this routine 5 days a week. Yes I am techie a bit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="451260394_7a57eaf617" border="0" alt="451260394_7a57eaf617" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5ixyPjYpmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5Z4i3uEsw2g/451260394_7a57eaf617%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But not found of adjusting and moulding the things in a way they should not be. Still Confused and can’t set my goals. Still I am unclear. Following my heart and I believe conviction can do wonders so waiting for that wonder moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5iytWdaYWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YehK90M-AC8/s1600-h/signature%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5iyuogCZcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6ZzSBRxh8ag/signature_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="85" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2176084477054827943?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2176084477054827943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2176084477054827943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2176084477054827943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2176084477054827943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/adjustment.html' title='Adjustment…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5ixw3LTA1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/-2CtEUhN8iQ/s72-c/sliding-crescent-wrench-adjustment%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8994220161462560378</id><published>2010-03-07T19:29:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:17:16.894+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUCIT'/><title type='text'>His Last Meeting with University</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friday evening, at last the day arrived I’d been waiting for. It was time to relinquish worries and tensions of work and cherish good old days with good old mates. I left the office after Jumma Prayers and reached my place.Watched TV for a while took shower ,offered my prayer of asar, put on&amp;#160; black suit and left for the Campus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="112"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 002" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4CebF7bI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FIE9F-w85kc/Final%20Farewell%20002%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 003" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4DeRGjtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/B65cIypSAFk/Final%20Farewell%20003%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 004" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4EJW5d1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/tpbWuO9pnDE/Final%20Farewell%20004%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 006" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4FqYq6zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NcG7X3eAczk/Final%20Farewell%20006%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I reached University around 5 PM. The first person I met was Abdul Basit. We hugged and laughed for a while. Made a round trip to department of Art &amp;amp; Design. Again everything was ravishing, exciting, artistic and shining in the high aesthetic line :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 010" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4GkxhIWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m_28vbhA-q4/Final%20Farewell%20010%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 014" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4HR1HkxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/eGO6qMctPQ8/Final%20Farewell%20014%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 023" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 023" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4IXfCfkI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BjJvIh64v6Q/Final%20Farewell%20023%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 010" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4JV1WOSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xe3OLYi1f5g/Final%20Farewell%20010%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Entered in the main hall, where farewell ceremony was going on. Met with Awais, Danish, Umair &amp;amp; Shero. After some time Naseer, Shakeel, Sayeen, Yousaf,Javaid, Mujahid ,Abdul Hafeez ,Shah and Gujjar arrived. Greeted them with smile hugs and jokes. I must admit all of them were looking great and happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There were some skits, poems going on, we were least interested in that stuff. To be honest. All of us were thinking and making fun of each other. Then the final announcement for the food was made and we dived on to the food courts to satisfy the hunger inside us. There were Kababs, Tikkas, Paties, Sandwiches, Pastries and green tea. It was lush experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 033" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 033" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4KF7bkzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0_AsYxppcmg/Final%20Farewell%20033%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 036" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 036" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4K64iecI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H9dKuglGrdA/Final%20Farewell%20036%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 071" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 071" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4L2vYQfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UF943pjmR0k/Final%20Farewell%20071%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 093" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 093" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4M0Hw9oI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X1QlQPwsj3o/Final%20Farewell%20093%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 082" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 082" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4N2VMzcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ibzusjMdDOY/Final%20Farewell%20082%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 104" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 104" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4OlmFuaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hN9rCLV_QnQ/Final%20Farewell%20104%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 134" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 134" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4PoNWszI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Zs-z8gakIJw/Final%20Farewell%20134%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 152" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 152" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4QkLlSMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/q0hlDgvEv3o/Final%20Farewell%20152%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 174" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 174" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4TA9UN1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/NrrBKr4EyyU/Final%20Farewell%20174%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Final Farewell 186" border="0" alt="Final Farewell 186" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4WGG4zaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mf9TMGQKS8M/Final%20Farewell%20186%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then started photo and gupshup session which we enjoyed a lot. Met with couple of juniors and teachers. It was really good to see and chat with all of the mates. Principal was real jolly on that occasion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were feeling student again. All of us were cherishing talking about their jobs and routine life. After then final whistle was made by the security guards to intimate that its the time to say bye bye and we did so. Again left the university feeling nostalgic and heavy hearted. But the show must go on and this tradition should continue to honour graduates by the institute we call PUCIT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I missed some of my friends there and I want to name them &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mitho, Salman, Iram, Rajia, Atika, Arif, Ali Cheema, Molvi Usman, Chota Hafeez, Zohaib, Fahad &amp;amp; Ali. You guys were there in spirit. Miss you and Love you All.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4W5jarXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/nlqknBRXY7o/signature%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="85" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8994220161462560378?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8994220161462560378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8994220161462560378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8994220161462560378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8994220161462560378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-last-meeting-with-university.html' title='His Last Meeting with University'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S5O4CebF7bI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FIE9F-w85kc/s72-c/Final%20Farewell%20002%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3436007860691689390</id><published>2010-03-07T12:12:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:17:07.414+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: Another Meme About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No there is nothing serious in my life so far :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was your dream growing up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be Creative Director of my own company.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To see people    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If I bought you a drink, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Coke will work more than fine :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What was the last book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Winner Stands alone by Paulo Coelho&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What zodiac sign are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aries &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Any tattoos and/or piercings? Explain where.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No tattoos    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Worst habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;too lazy    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What is your favorite sport?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;badminton &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Depends but mostly pessimistic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t let worst thing happen, Because ALLAH loves me and takes care of me every single moment.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m arrogant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;too cute :D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No I don’t want any change, ALLAH gave me everything I am really thankful.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry find somebody else :P    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Ever been arrested?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ooh No never.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A long list but first and foremost is a digital camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What's your favorite place to hang out at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My Campus.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah I do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reading and movies    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you swear a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I used to but not now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Biggest pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tiger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unpredictable.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah I do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Questions are stolen from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3436007860691689390?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3436007860691689390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3436007860691689390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3436007860691689390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3436007860691689390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-stealing-another-meme-about-me.html' title='Sunday Stealing: Another Meme About Me'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-545121102817587470</id><published>2010-02-26T01:59:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:16.377+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Wandering Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4bktglEkFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BnO-Evnsdjg/s1600-h/12936_201808822389_582732389_2925554_657479_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="12936_201808822389_582732389_2925554_657479_n" border="0" alt="12936_201808822389_582732389_2925554_657479_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4bkvBdkLXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pdzDsFuH7n8/12936_201808822389_582732389_2925554_657479_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was walking all alone on a deserted road watching yellow road side lights,closed shops,broken mirrors, scattered papers. During his desolated journey he was reading sign boards and could hear a song saying &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyt5u0vFstw&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;Daachi waleya mor mohaar way&lt;/a&gt; he kept on wandering suddenly tears started from his eyes…. he wanted to scream, to get all those moments back…. all those moments of happiness, of truth and love… &lt;strong&gt;“Tedi daachi day Gal wich tuliyaaan main tay peer munawan chaliyaan”&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; more tears, why the promises meant to be unfulfilled..&amp;#160; he scolded himself and wished that he could stop the time, darkness inside him, in need of more rain… more love more purity…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Suddenly wind started and brought him rain… He smiled once again…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No matter how desperate you are , always keep burning faith inside you, follow your heart and all the pessimism will fly away…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4bkvzixc5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/TOogLrh1mCA/s1600-h/signature%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4bkxHdlCrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/b738vfcrTWY/signature_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="81" height="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-545121102817587470?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/545121102817587470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=545121102817587470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/545121102817587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/545121102817587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/wandering-alone.html' title='Wandering Alone'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4bkvBdkLXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pdzDsFuH7n8/s72-c/12936_201808822389_582732389_2925554_657479_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1285019969638976704</id><published>2010-02-22T22:25:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:49.247+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>First Day First Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4K992xqLrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JRWJJXoy74E/s1600-h/logo%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#88bb22"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="logo" border="0" alt="logo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4K9_Ix7QXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/at1C0UdjJrQ/logo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="36" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;First Day first show…. I could not sleep well for last night… was very curious about the new work place. Got up early in the morning because I wanted to explore the local Lahore transportation. Tension was on full bloom, any how I took shower and was about to check my emails and light was gone. Went out could not find the local transportation and hired a rikshaw was feeling pathetic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was long 45 minutes journey to the office. I reached there; called my mother and talked for a while. I entered in the office and nobody was present there except a junior of mine in PUCIT. We discussed various things and asked about the company environment and working style. I was feeling real hunger inside me so went out to bakery grab a KitKat with juice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was back, A machine assigned to me along with a task. I started working on it right after taking the hot seat. Offered 3 prayers with Jamaat and this was the most relaxing thing for me. Everybody in &lt;a href="http://www.tkmaxx.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TkXel&lt;/a&gt; was very helping and cooperative.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Way back there were thousands of thoughts wandering in my mind. I promised myself to stick to this opportunity and learn as much as I can. I’m thinking of shifting to new place as soon as possible and settle myself with the new pace. I was brave enough to say Good Bye yesterday and yes I was welcomed by a &lt;strong&gt;New Hello &lt;/strong&gt;today and The Show must go on…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1285019969638976704?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1285019969638976704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1285019969638976704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1285019969638976704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1285019969638976704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-first-show.html' title='First Day First Show'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4K9_Ix7QXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/at1C0UdjJrQ/s72-c/logo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-902962073157240788</id><published>2010-02-21T22:13:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:16.377+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Stranger in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4FpnRn4CWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CFeguPiXMgc/s1600-h/9349493-md%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="9349493-md" border="0" alt="9349493-md" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4FpoqjgStI/AAAAAAAAAZI/SxH0BNb7Avw/9349493-md_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; I’m back to work after a long break, I don’t know anything about my future but desperation is in air now a days. I’m feeling the most pessimist person inside me who is talking about divorces, breakups and all the bad things in life… I want somebody, who can engulf me and say “&lt;em&gt;Hey! don’t you worry… everything gonna be alright”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; but nothing like that happened till now :( or something way around that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s the most hard thing to leave the family and then start your life once for all. It is something more absurd for me because my friends are located in different parts of the city and I will be working in entirely new workplace. I don’t know what is going to happen with me so far so tense…. Just having faith in ALLAH and my fingers crossed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This evening I came across with this line&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 align="justify"&gt;If you are brave to say &amp;quot;good bye&amp;quot;, life will reward you with a new &amp;quot;hello&amp;quot;.&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I muster up my courage to say “Good Bye” and waiting for the new “Hello”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stranger in the city….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-902962073157240788?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/902962073157240788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=902962073157240788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/902962073157240788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/902962073157240788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/stranger-in-city.html' title='Stranger in the city'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S4FpoqjgStI/AAAAAAAAAZI/SxH0BNb7Avw/s72-c/9349493-md_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1178265806420837566</id><published>2010-02-21T12:44:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:11:37.830+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Clown's Meme 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What do you like about the summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T shirts   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Flowers    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. How many states provinces have you lived in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Single i.e Punjab   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lahore &amp;amp; Okara   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bare feet   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Are you a social person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kinda   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Paraatha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Salt n Pepper   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kulfa   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kheer   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yuck!!! I don’t like soup.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never been into Jelly stuff    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Do you like coffee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah Any time   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15 to 20&amp;#160; I guess :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Water   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What non-banking related card in your wallet is the most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valuable to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Expired ACM Card   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No I don’t think so   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah sure   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No, But I really wish to   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;eat out more often.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. What do you miss about highschool, if anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sports   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah I know…. My friend’s wife :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Do you want kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;French a little, Urdu , Punjabi   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks to ALLAH No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A pool sounds great.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Window seat   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Clothes, Books and DVDs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Questions are stolen from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1178265806420837566?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1178265806420837566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1178265806420837566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1178265806420837566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1178265806420837566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-stealing-clown-meme-2.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Clown&amp;#39;s Meme 2'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2245356321210858182</id><published>2010-02-19T22:44:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:38.792+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S37N_iJCz9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/urlA9X44-H8/s1600-h/to-do-list%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="to-do-list" border="0" alt="to-do-list" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S37OB2PUQ5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ok38B-hf-xc/to-do-list_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was back home in late December 09, after about five long years. I had whole bunch of problems like stomach malfunction due to junk and unhealthy food, bloody cold, moving across office &amp;amp; Flat without ride and what I was missing the most up there was, Coffee and Chat with family. Some how I moved back to Home and everything started tuning back to its proper shape.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I will have to move back to Lahore after living like couple of months with the family. Change is pain and I am feeling it every single moment. It’s like, I’m again starting my life once for all there in Lahore as I did five years back. But things are different this time. I got good contacts and a nice place to live there. This time I know many places to hang out, to shop and to entertain myself with friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Still; I feel bad inside me, I will be living alone again once for all. I will not spend time with family and will not get uninvited coffee and tea sessions with my sisters and friends. I will not be able to roam around and know about my people. Morning walk will again be a dream and to do list for me :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will have to pack and plan myself accordingly so here is the list of that &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pack couple of my jeans,tees,shoes, sweaters and jackets and other accessories :P&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will need a new internet USB Connection for my personal use.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will have to use local bus service for my office and flat routine.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work out with my friend Sohail to find myself with a new Flat to live in. Most probably I will try to get one may be on Jail Road.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will have to find a new hotel for my daily meals.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to avoid junk and unhealthy food for me, I hope I can accomplish it this time :)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Need a new plan for morning walk .&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Need some more books to read and yes a TV as well.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are some of my top priorities for the time being…. I hope I will settle down with that in couple of months, I really want the things to go smooth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2245356321210858182?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2245356321210858182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2245356321210858182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2245356321210858182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2245356321210858182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S37OB2PUQ5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ok38B-hf-xc/s72-c/to-do-list_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-7022729770927853598</id><published>2010-02-14T12:50:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:47:33.212+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QNA'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Clown's Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;29 Years old.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Myself&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;6’.2”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Settle with the new job and complete my documentation.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What’s the last movie you saw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Sherlock Homes&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Who was the last person you called?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ooshiya.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ooshiya.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Hey! I was planning to come to you but no car this time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I don’t use voicemail.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Call&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Reading.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My dad not alive… mother is housewife.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;A few minutes back.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Dark Brown.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;11:30 am.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Blue Jeans &amp;amp; Black T-Shirt.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What is your favorite christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I don’t like chrismtas songs :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;London.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Faislabad :(&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Canada for sure.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I will be back in Pakistan running my own software business.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you tan or burn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;tan for instance.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Darkness.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;When I potted the Ball by chance in a snooker shot :D&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Three.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Big enough to hold me for a nap.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Both but mostly Laptop.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What color are your sheets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Parrot Green.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Single.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What is your favorite season?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Winter.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What do you like about Autumn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Dry Leaves.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What do you like about winter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Oranges, Chocolate and Coffee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Questions are stolen from the &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sunday Stealings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-7022729770927853598?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/7022729770927853598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=7022729770927853598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/7022729770927853598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/7022729770927853598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-stealing-clown-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Clown&amp;#39;s Meme'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3613567006605215360</id><published>2010-02-11T00:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:18:03.841+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Otherside'/><title type='text'>Writings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3MCgbpIWLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZsocUNHACBA/s1600-h/writings%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="writings" border="0" alt="writings" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3MChf3955I/AAAAAAAAAXM/-n2DWuy07Rc/writings_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I never thought about the fact that does writing play any role in my life. It has always been like I write some thing with the blot of ink over paper and then end up tearing it down into small pieces throwing out of my window.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why this happens? Does it comfort me? No I don’t think so but for me it is equivalent to screaming, rejoicing&amp;#160; over some victory, long talkative emotions and dialogues.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everybody got his/her ways of expressing and evaluating hormonal imbalances I called EMOTIONS. For me writing might be the one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3613567006605215360?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3613567006605215360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3613567006605215360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3613567006605215360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3613567006605215360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/writings.html' title='Writings'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3MChf3955I/AAAAAAAAAXM/-n2DWuy07Rc/s72-c/writings_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1057344733293677664</id><published>2010-02-10T02:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:25:30.061+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>My 10 for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On may way back from Lahore to home… I was thinking about what are the most important things I need for me this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;here is the list of those things along with a little description :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3HOnDIhoII/AAAAAAAAAWg/pZoyw5iMfa8/s1600-h/Wishlist_logo%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Wishlist_logo" border="0" alt="Wishlist_logo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3HOpNifc3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/aJXF1VUoenw/Wishlist_logo_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a good job where I can work with more passion and learn from the industry gurus.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need good&amp;#160; T-shirt collection for my summer. I hope &lt;a href="http://outfitters.pk/" target="_blank"&gt;outfitters&lt;/a&gt; guys work harder this time on colours and comfort.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need final transcript of my BS.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to appear in TOEFL exam and score high.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to get admission in some good Canadian University for my Masters in Computer Science. Some universities are already in my list.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a good Digital Camera to quench my thirst for Photography.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need an Apple Mac book Pro for gearing every day tasks over cyber and digital arena. I am kinda tired of this windows and Intel hardware need a change.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a ride for moving in Lahore.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to be more devoted and helping in my social circle.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to be more punctual in my Prayers and become more responsible towards my family duties.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I might not end up getting all my 10s, but what I wish the most for me; are my last two. I will try to be good and improve myself INSHALLAH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1057344733293677664?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1057344733293677664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1057344733293677664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1057344733293677664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1057344733293677664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-10-for-2010.html' title='My 10 for 2010'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3HOpNifc3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/aJXF1VUoenw/s72-c/Wishlist_logo_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2217913631512526108</id><published>2010-02-06T20:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:05:22.302+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Into the Schoolhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22EJfBIpKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uFa1WUWxLZQ/s1600-h/766497_f520%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="766497_f520" border="0" alt="766497_f520" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22ELOqFjfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H5_lN_O7tsc/766497_f520_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was more fun then anything else in the world then being in&amp;#160; childhood. It was way out of tension stuff. Masti was all around. Video Games (Street Fighter &amp;amp; Snow Bros Only :P), Cartoons &amp;amp; Cricket were favourite hang outs. There were other games too but never thought about that :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22EMe4L5fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8EMBFXBSieQ/s1600-h/famous-cartoon-character-mickey-mouse%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="famous-cartoon-character-mickey-mouse" border="0" alt="famous-cartoon-character-mickey-mouse" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22ENne3GqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SJiruNYTits/famous-cartoon-character-mickey-mouse_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="213" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;TV was one and only one entertainment. Watching cricket matches and long discussion on it. Playing balls and street chalking games. It was fun way around. Watching cartoons before going to school and on the way discussing what will happen next. Asking what you bring with you for lunch. Taking Cold Water to school in summers. Whoa what days they were. Gone days never come but I still cherish my self when I see kids around. It reminds me of many things and sometimes I feel really inferior because some facilities I was not able to enjoy. I never missed school was kind of schooloholic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22EO_9cIiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iIsGzJ8wPs0/s1600-h/mario-shoes-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="mario-shoes-1" border="0" alt="mario-shoes-1" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22EQiNONVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dwSgi6-0784/mario-shoes-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In school played almost all the games table tennis badminton, cricket, hockey and football. But after I left for Grad School all these activities were eaten by books and stupid assignment and project tensions. I’m not into kids any more and no more a kidu but even then, I want to do all that stuff once again. Climbing the walls and trees. Feel the cool breeze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22ERxLmEuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0bNrcR8wFXE/s1600-h/cartoons%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cartoons" border="0" alt="cartoons" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22ETHtzDlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2P6Rn_n6Vgc/cartoons_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, Whenever I get a chance to visit my school, I hope it could bring all those moments and give me back those laughs those small quiz tensions and idiotic monopolies, canteen corner feasts. It mesmerizes me all the charm once again when I see 6th grade boy&amp;#160; wearing white shirt, gray trousers,Black Shoes Proper haircut and necktie with bag at back. Love those days…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2217913631512526108?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2217913631512526108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2217913631512526108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2217913631512526108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2217913631512526108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/into-school-hood.html' title='Into the Schoolhood'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S22ELOqFjfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H5_lN_O7tsc/s72-c/766497_f520_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3342202685781732149</id><published>2010-02-06T00:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:58:38.626+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Being Optimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Being Optimistic" border="0" alt="Being Optimistic" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2xrIcvK1sI/AAAAAAAAAV4/A5JBya-O78E/optimism_yellow%5B21%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="257" height="203" /&gt;&lt;font color="#6178d6"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Life is brutal, yet engaging. It shows its unilluminated shades by tapping us into small problems. When, at some later point of time, upon analysis, we conclude those moments with some different decisions, which we were not able to look at the time of distress. This thing is a continuous lesson. We grow by making our own mistakes and learning from them. At some later point, upon encountering into similar situation. We find some more angels to think and play around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;One thing, should we, always remember is &lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;. Faith is the actual judgment factor of any problem. Believing in our abilities , work hard in all of our capacities can strengthen our approach towards life. But one should have strong faith to accomplish all this. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;ALLAH is the Protector and He is the Provider, He is the Only source of Knowledge and Wisdom. Being optimistic is actually means having Faith on Him and trusting that He indeed listens to our smallest need.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Life: Its complicated, but faith on ALLAH can make that simple….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3342202685781732149?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3342202685781732149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3342202685781732149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3342202685781732149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3342202685781732149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-optimistic.html' title='Being Optimistic'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2xrIcvK1sI/AAAAAAAAAV4/A5JBya-O78E/s72-c/optimism_yellow%5B21%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-871148468410237790</id><published>2010-02-01T12:19:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:45:48.949+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;Colours so vibrant so alive make you feel top of the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;     &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="195"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="98"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVEYXIM5I/AAAAAAAAATk/YiKWNUvkTnw/s1600-h/colorful_bookshelves%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="colorful_bookshelves" border="0" alt="colorful_bookshelves" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVFqmDi2I/AAAAAAAAATs/KvwfbEAMWF4/colorful_bookshelves_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="95"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVG3NN39I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Tcf2qyP6a-U/s1600-h/20090112_senor_wraps_600x400%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="20090112_senor_wraps_600x400" border="0" alt="20090112_senor_wraps_600x400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVIeSXKoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mVbhFjyoiVM/20090112_senor_wraps_600x400_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="98"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVJmEFAOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CghIKe4Lcpo/s1600-h/colorful-daisy-1-pattern%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="colorful-daisy-1-pattern" border="0" alt="colorful-daisy-1-pattern" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVLJhuZtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/e6q3_otRU2M/colorful-daisy-1-pattern_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="95"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVMmhnUQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6saVRQ5ZNPA/s1600-h/ColorNames3%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ColorNames3" border="0" alt="ColorNames3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aVNyXyXZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G5hk-88beDI/ColorNames3_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="245" height="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi!        &lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here and trying to rethink what would this world look alike without colours. I feel really scared... I don't know but colours play so important role in our life. &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Black white &lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; vibrant colours make you alive. Paint in the room. white shirt with &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; jeans... Green vegetables citreous &lt;font color="#f3680c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oranges&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; Oh my gosh Its an amazing funda. Colours really, we spend so much time on this thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="149"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="130"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aV0PNF1HI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qRZ20aR7j6s/s1600-h/2249968851_3211ddc800%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="2249968851_3211ddc800" border="0" alt="2249968851_3211ddc800" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aV1Ar_bpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YKL7jO67Z-k/2249968851_3211ddc800_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="17"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aV2-9Z0XI/AAAAAAAAAU0/x6M7HXSKe0U/s1600-h/211617887_9b5ff5de3d%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="211617887_9b5ff5de3d" border="0" alt="211617887_9b5ff5de3d" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2aV34Rcl_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/8QsY_KhBtGo/211617887_9b5ff5de3d_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="4" face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;Mom says I want off white with maroons. Sis says she loves &lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Bhai likes&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Green&lt;/font&gt;,Blacks&lt;/strong&gt; and whites. I go for whatever attracts me except the &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. How amazing this thing is, Bags, books , buildings, beds, bowls &amp;amp; Biscuits… we are too choosy about colours. Think and fill your life with … no more to say… this song is running in my mind now…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:97604748-24a6-4ff2-84fa-dccf8c36f15f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="e3dbfdeb-dad0-43e0-a5b3-95e9970e4f8d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwGVssMvT_g" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S2jxauliV-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5cznrmsbmG0/video57e4a907ea43%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e3dbfdeb-dad0-43e0-a5b3-95e9970e4f8d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; 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Dry… Yet Cherished me with its beauty and life… I am Thankful to ALLAH for blessing with so much of beauty around…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are some Glimpses of that beauty…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:7d2d8664-ca20-42be-8fce-a612786e046d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!317&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Foggy Day Out" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1xHYUh5VqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wJ2A1ELDSlM/InlineRepresentation98789cf9-6d4b-4e34-8cd3-ffc403df9241.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!317&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1tab-fE56I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rcAfGolB4dI/s1600-h/13040_1293149328552_1224850372_878974_2850753_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="13040_1293149328552_1224850372_878974_2850753_n" border="0" alt="13040_1293149328552_1224850372_878974_2850753_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1tadGSbvcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4Lof85im0fA/13040_1293149328552_1224850372_878974_2850753_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep;   &lt;br /&gt;I am not there.    &lt;br /&gt;I do not sleep.    &lt;br /&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow.    &lt;br /&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow.    &lt;br /&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain.    &lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle autumn's rain.    &lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning hush,    &lt;br /&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush...    &lt;br /&gt;Of quiet birds in circled flights.    &lt;br /&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.    &lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry;I am not there.    &lt;br /&gt;I did not die..!!&lt;/p&gt; 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S. Gilbert&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1YijePHoiI/AAAAAAAAANA/FASQ4IFgeDw/s1600-h/18974_372715645143_878435143_10086943_2454825_n%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aesthetic Sham" border="0" alt="Aesthetic Sham" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1YikRz4YuI/AAAAAAAAANE/k0JSFTUybF8/18974_372715645143_878435143_10086943_2454825_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Am I alone   &lt;br /&gt;And unobserved? I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then let me own   &lt;br /&gt;I'm an aesthetic sham!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This air severe   &lt;br /&gt;Is but a mere    &lt;br /&gt;Veneer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This cynic smile   &lt;br /&gt;Is but a wile    &lt;br /&gt;Of guile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This costume chaste   &lt;br /&gt;Is but good taste    &lt;br /&gt;Misplaced!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me confess!   &lt;br /&gt;A languid love for lilies does not blight me!    &lt;br /&gt;Lank limbs and haggard cheeks do not delight me!    &lt;br /&gt;I do not care for dirty greens    &lt;br /&gt;By any means.    &lt;br /&gt;I do not long for all one sees    &lt;br /&gt;That's Japanese.    &lt;br /&gt;I am not fond of uttering platitudes    &lt;br /&gt;In stained-glass attitudes.    &lt;br /&gt;In short, my medievalism's affectation,    &lt;br /&gt;Born of a morbid love of admiration!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare,   &lt;br /&gt;You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them    &lt;br /&gt;everywhere.    &lt;br /&gt;You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated    &lt;br /&gt;state of mind.    &lt;br /&gt;The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.    &lt;br /&gt;And everyone will say,    &lt;br /&gt;As you walk your mystic way,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me,    &lt;br /&gt;Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Be eloquent in praise of the very dull old days which have long since passed   &lt;br /&gt;away,    &lt;br /&gt;And convince 'em, if you can, that the reign of good Queen Anne was Culture's    &lt;br /&gt;palmiest day.    &lt;br /&gt;Of course you will pooh-pooh whatever's fresh and new, and declare it's crude    &lt;br /&gt;and mean,    &lt;br /&gt;For Art stopped short in the cultivated court of the Empress Josephine.    &lt;br /&gt;And everyone will say,    &lt;br /&gt;As you walk your mystic way,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If that's not good enough for him which is good enough for me,    &lt;br /&gt;Why, what a very cultivated kind of youth this kind of youth must be!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid   &lt;br /&gt;spleen,    &lt;br /&gt;An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not-too-French French    &lt;br /&gt;bean!    &lt;br /&gt;Though the Philistines may jostle, you will rank as an apostle in the high    &lt;br /&gt;aesthetic band,    &lt;br /&gt;If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your medieval hand.    &lt;br /&gt;And everyone will say,    &lt;br /&gt;As you walk your flowery way,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If he's content with a vegetable love which would certainly not suit me,    &lt;br /&gt;Why, what a most particularly pure young man this pure young man must be!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6806285029561097605?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6806285029561097605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6806285029561097605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6806285029561097605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6806285029561097605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-anxious-for-to-shine-in-high.html' title='If You&amp;#39;re Anxious for to Shine in the High Aesthetic Line'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1YikRz4YuI/AAAAAAAAANE/k0JSFTUybF8/s72-c/18974_372715645143_878435143_10086943_2454825_n_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1829569651332769946</id><published>2010-01-17T17:17:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:44:44.477+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Pictures'/><title type='text'>Into Home Town a Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went out this Friday, on a free ride just to have a look of the fields around it and capture some shots, so thought of sharing here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:eb136b64-961d-4434-8594-eca111df7f63" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!309&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View My Hometown Day Out" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1L_40Sj6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6-mCqTHbnAc/InlineRepresentation4cf34262-63ea-4454-84aa-3580027c732b.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-d31106a5d3fcd088.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D31106A5D3FCD088!309&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a look. I hope you will like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1829569651332769946?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1829569651332769946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1829569651332769946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1829569651332769946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1829569651332769946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/into-home-town-day-out.html' title='Into Home Town a Day out'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S1L_40Sj6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6-mCqTHbnAc/s72-c/InlineRepresentation4cf34262-63ea-4454-84aa-3580027c732b.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3894640072197987997</id><published>2010-01-15T01:46:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:00:09.025+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Some Lines…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play:&lt;/strong&gt; Aik Thee Nani    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer:&lt;/strong&gt; Shahid Nadeem    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt;Evening&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: &lt;/strong&gt;Living Room    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabeen&lt;/b&gt;: Is that true, Nani? No regrets?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nani&lt;/b&gt;: None whatsoever    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabeen&lt;/b&gt;: But you lost a great deal in following your career.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nani&lt;/b&gt;: Nothing was snatched from me. I willingly sacrificed it. You have to give up things to get what you want. We don't get in life all that we want. We have to make our choices and some choices are difficult ones. In my life too, there came a point when I had to choose between my career and family.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabeen&lt;/b&gt;: It must have been a difficult decision.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nani&lt;/b&gt;: It was, but I had not done what I did, I would not have been able to face myself. I would have been guilty in my own eyes, guilty of wasting the talent, the ability God gifted to me. We mortals get very little time. It is a short life, some of it is spent learning about things and before long, one finds oneself trapped by old age. There is only a brief interval between these two points, an opportunity when we can do something, provide some evidence of our having been alive, leave something to be remembered by, some signs that says that once Tahira Begum or Sabeen Ahmad lived in this world. Often, however, this brief holiday we have from time, we fritter away, either hesitating or because we are afraid and uncertain of ourselves. There are not many among us who can look back at the end and say it was they who lived life; it wasn't life that lived them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabeen&lt;/b&gt;: I had never thought along these lines.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nani&lt;/b&gt;: So do so now, you have time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabeen&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;stands up&lt;/i&gt;): Why are afraid of others?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nani&lt;/b&gt;: Fear is not something that exists out there; it is within us. If we Let it take hold of us, even a mouse can scare us but if we overcome fear, we can withstand even the worst torture, even the ultimate test of death.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is important to go for your profession you like the most no matter what materialistic desires are stopping you. Life is short strike harder to make an impact with your passion to help others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3894640072197987997?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3894640072197987997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3894640072197987997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3894640072197987997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3894640072197987997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-lines.html' title='Some Lines…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-306620291907649477</id><published>2010-01-14T01:53:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:37:41.186+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Longings…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a62abe71-bd3c-4d14-be43-f3165bb29ad1" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="09ec66e8-66b1-4327-9945-a81fdd120c53" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QdR4WAPLzI" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3kV4u0EwGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oi0tq8XQ4Y4/video782e4be130fd%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('09ec66e8-66b1-4327-9945-a81fdd120c53'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4QdR4WAPLzI&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4QdR4WAPLzI&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He woke up in the middle of night…. quite far, this song was being played…. May be in his mind just because before going to sleep he let it running in his music player or in the Juke box of his forehead. How difficult it is to wait, to memorize all those moments of Joy, friendship and love. He don’t want to remember all those laughs, those conversations , those silly fights and those cold nights spent in those maroon rooms of his hostel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Those desires that never fulfilled neither he pushed himself to accomplish that. He thought those desires are the purity of his passion, his feelings which,if he stepped out to catch will be contaminated because of his cruel intensions. He wanted to keep them with him for rest of his life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Desires,Needs, unsatisfied states; how silly is that. He opened a note from his cell narrating a story by a scholar &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashfaq_Ahmed" target="_blank"&gt;Ashfaq Ahmad&lt;/a&gt;,It says: “&lt;em&gt;I had a cat, whenever she felt hungry, she used to lick my foots and I feed her. One day I thought, This cat is far more better then me, because she know that her Master will fulfil her desire when she request him to. He continued saying… Man runs after those things which are not under his control, to achieve those,&amp;#160; he should relate all his needs to Allah. &lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He at once; he put his phone on other side of bed and shut his desirous thought, another thought stroke in his mind, ALLAH is there to help me all through and He know What is most suitable for me. All I need is just to beg for his Mercy no matter how needy or full I am in my needs. I should always be Thankful to Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-306620291907649477?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/306620291907649477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=306620291907649477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/306620291907649477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/306620291907649477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/longings.html' title='Longings…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S3kV4u0EwGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oi0tq8XQ4Y4/s72-c/video782e4be130fd%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8658447706250390176</id><published>2010-01-08T03:40:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:00:09.026+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Ending Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was wondering for couple of days, that how mostly people end up their round up activities and sleep for the good. Text Messaging, talking over the phone and try to think appropriate word unconscious but want to talk more just to stay close to the person on the other side of cradle, Bed side chat, Planning for the next day. Thinking about the kids and their activities. Planning the weekends, Compiling Codes, what to wear, how to gear up for the day coming after some hours. Why that is so important…. these ending thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="nostalgia" border="0" alt="nostalgia" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0ZivcfKLaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KtOOaOQ7BCg/nostalgia%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="176" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes in winters&amp;#160; the cosy blanket thoughts, bring back some memories, good &amp;amp; bad ones ending up with being nostalgic. At that moment, I wish to talk to the one I am thinking about, wishing to be close to the person, to have a clear picture, to feel the touch and to inhale those mesmerizing moments again. But this is not the case mostly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plan for tomorrow keeping your best to be optimistic, to get something new, to learn something better, to help somebody and to create a new memory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank Allah for All the Happy Moments, ask forgiveness from your Creator and try to see beyond the things which went wrong, were they really important ? I am sure you will get your answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8658447706250390176?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8658447706250390176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8658447706250390176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8658447706250390176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8658447706250390176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-conversation.html' title='Ending Conversations'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0ZivcfKLaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KtOOaOQ7BCg/s72-c/nostalgia%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6811522480683253845</id><published>2010-01-06T03:04:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:46:06.220+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>3I Sound Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watched 3I on Monday, In fortress stadium with a special friend of mine. 3I is special for me because it reminds me of University days and also my emotions I used to have at that time to become some body who can think out of the box :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me Some Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here comes the first one … Give me Some Sunshine…. students desperately waiting for the life and waiting for rain and another chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:55248ec9-8745-4b90-a625-ea233a24353e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="5a5708e2-4368-43e4-b803-762250dcca0c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHvJPq8UNRw" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3Q2wZ3QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s3ljFqurO6w/videob9399f0e0d8e%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('5a5708e2-4368-43e4-b803-762250dcca0c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nHvJPq8UNRw&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nHvJPq8UNRw&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It touches …Right from the riffs of Guitar to the ending notes of mouth organ, Its a complete package. Just love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaanay Nahi Dainagay tuje:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then comes the other one… Jaanay nahi daingay tuje…It touches the heart from the deepest core even if you give it a small thought. Sonu Nigam after quite a long creating the charisma of his voice. Song of Friendship…One friend is in hospital..He quit his life in a crucial decision but he got some brilliant fellows… Songs narrates the story of Love,Friendship,devotion and sacrifice. Song upreaches from the small notes to the top vocal chords… Sonu Nigam is just too good. Give it a shot here it is in the video below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a9bc7105-40cb-4fa3-8603-680737aacf7b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="4fe07ae8-1d44-41c4-a5fa-8b1573507d27" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HW22gL-sxjM&amp;amp;NR=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3SB16FuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nnCEVLAUvyM/video82f779f3fd2c%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('4fe07ae8-1d44-41c4-a5fa-8b1573507d27'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/HW22gL-sxjM&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/HW22gL-sxjM&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behti Hawa Sa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2 idiots in search of the Biggest idiot on their way through india… thats how Rajkumar Hiraani narrates the story 3I. I must say excellent piece of Cinematography and keeping in mind the story line and extremely fantastic acting by the Trio Sharman, Mahadhevan and none other then Ace Khan Aamir. This song tells how the third Idiot was… and all about his life style. A Perfect journey of Friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:343db118-b41d-4506-9cb2-19f3db83f489" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2a9eb986-d27d-40bb-90e0-477b1333073c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA1HhLm90MQ&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3TLgpGKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HnTlwJM4kjM/video40ea4f02de9b%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2a9eb986-d27d-40bb-90e0-477b1333073c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/LA1HhLm90MQ&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/LA1HhLm90MQ&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Izz Well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonu again here… creating magics of his voice… up down …down up and then down…woooaaah what a mastero he is…. the whistles and engaging lyrics bringing life to the song. The amazing Campus mantra… Live Life as you want… you don’t know what will be your future…so Bhaiyaa All izz well…. Chachoo All izz well… shows the life inside hostel and campus…. about questions &amp;amp; answers… so All izz well. very Lively number again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a65b3765-2c06-43a4-89a3-23b855bab7bd" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="ed1c3d83-bb7b-4842-a946-bc4f010d3277" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTE6uTZOjrA&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3UH6B1RI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x_fEJMiz7hE/videoc2409a835d5f%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('ed1c3d83-bb7b-4842-a946-bc4f010d3277'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mTE6uTZOjrA&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mTE6uTZOjrA&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoobi Doobi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is &lt;strong&gt;Pukka filmi&lt;/strong&gt; song… shooted equally good. Showing the blends of typical bollywood eras. Narrates how does it feel when somebody falls in love… Very crunching kind of voices …really refreshing… Classy I must admit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:64b8070e-9e7e-4955-bf6d-20c096eb57aa" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="bdddf656-b9c5-47c8-8e19-c1eee71c3675" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJjIjT4orEA&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3VFSkYEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZPY4vfRXJqE/video4b200fdc272a%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('bdddf656-b9c5-47c8-8e19-c1eee71c3675'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CJjIjT4orEA&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CJjIjT4orEA&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;3Idiot sound track is a complete package. When, for the first time, I heard these songs… I didn't like all of them except Give me some sunshine and Behti Hawa sa… but after watching the movie,I bet, you will surely like them all. I will be writing about the movie may be sometimes in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-6811522480683253845?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6811522480683253845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6811522480683253845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6811522480683253845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6811522480683253845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/3i-sound-tracks.html' title='3I Sound Tracks'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/S0O3Q2wZ3QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s3ljFqurO6w/s72-c/videob9399f0e0d8e%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3205427378408094735</id><published>2010-01-03T17:41:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:49:58.736+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>My Recent Visit to Lahore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After about fortnight, and a long stay in home town, I am here in Lahore for many reasons. Some official and some unofficial reasons. I came here on Saturday around mid noon, got my salary and cleared the cheque. I always feel in a great hustle trying to finish the things as early as possible. So this was one of the official reason for coming Lahore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that I met with my ex-roommate and best friend Shah, he drove me to the FAST NU where, there was a Google Sponsored event was going on Called “&lt;strong&gt;Google Lahore Mapping Party&lt;/strong&gt;”. We got the chance of meeting with some brilliant mappers and bloggers of Pakistan. There was a demo of &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/mapmaker" target="_blank"&gt;Google Map Maker&lt;/a&gt;, A tool developed by Google to Map your localities, cities, roads, streets and other Places. The fun thing was, The first place, mapped on the Lahore’s map was a KHOKHA in front of FAST NU.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I came to know that Pakistan Government refused to provide the digital maps to the Google, so that is why people from Pakistan Mapped Lahore on their own. It is the most fastest city mapped ever on the Google Maps, Said by Google Inc Consultant Badar. The most cleanest and accurate mapped city, on the Google Maps was also from Pakistan and it is Islamabad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mapping your city can be a great tool for business advertisements and Promotions as well as it can be a great way of finding information in the city and shortest path to your desired locations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that healthy half day discussion session, Lahore was getting cold and I needed some cosy place to slip in. We went to Shah’s place in Johar town. Watched TV for couple of hours and then went for the dinner in the local hotel. It was great and healthy Dinner. We came back to place and had boiled eggs with Tea. I went to sleep around 1:30am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I woke up early around 10 :P. It was again, the bloody cold weather, I decided to stay back in the blanket. Checked my emails replied to a few. Around 3 I moved out to meet with a friend of mine. We had a wonderful lunch in Gourmet Restaurant Faisal Town. Now planning for moving to some place to get some rest. A lot of things are going on in my mind at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Its hardly 15 days I am out of this place, but Lahore welcomed me with its arm opened wide. I met with my mates but this time something called change I felt in them. I don’t know what is that. I am staying here for one more day and then will go to home town for my daily coding routine INSHALLAH. I pray that, all things go as per I planned them to be :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-3205427378408094735?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3205427378408094735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3205427378408094735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3205427378408094735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3205427378408094735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-recent-visit-to-lahore.html' title='My Recent Visit to Lahore'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8662487098135868276</id><published>2009-12-31T20:34:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:50:31.160+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>2009 in Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wow what a year it was… these are the last hours of the long 2009. It changed me like I was never before. Bring some changes in my surroundings as well. But one thing for sure… change is Pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel being apart from my friends and sometimes I enjoy being in classy and funky restaurants. So something has to be change to get something new but not really profitable in all the ways :D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me summarize my whole year in a paragraph or two. January 2009 preparation for the Final Project and Final exams were at boom along with the sadness that we won’t be together in a way we were at the time. Then the exam over, even FP was over and we graduated in the mid February. Job Hunting was major issue then which, Luckily I went through safe. I had to appear in just two companies for interview and got selected in &lt;a href="http://www.rolustech.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rolustech.&lt;/a&gt; 26th Feb was my first day at job and I was late as usual :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was great learning experience to work in Rolustech and I found some cool mates there. Talha,Abdul Rehman and Mubasher Bhai to name a few. Celebrated my 23rd birthday in Office. Eating Pizzas was a common routine at that place, any how I liked it very much though :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then the scorching heat and trip to home on weekends was a routine. In July I left Rolustech and started a new company with some relatives and still working for them.&amp;#160; Had great friends to meet in this part. Got a chance of watching a whole bunch of movies in Cinemas luckily. Attended a wedding which was real special for me. There were hard and crushing moments for me but, hurdles are to make us more mature and help us in discovering the world with more selfish angles I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was strange to give Eidi on Eid day and walk around with out it:(. Had to miss the Diesel Prathaas of my Hostel Canteen, even had worst meals sometimes in Ramazan. Pockets were full with money but got empty just like that. Did a lot of shopping, stole away most of the &lt;a href="http://outfitters.pk"&gt;Outfitters&lt;/a&gt; summer collection &amp;amp; still want to have more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This year was a 1st year in practical life, made many mistakes but I promise myself not to revive them anymore. Some times it is good to let go some people very close to you, to realize ourselves that this is not the end, so this sort of things happened with me as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In short I missed my friends specially University Fellows and my Dad. You guys will always be in my heart and mind. I wish all of you a very Happy New Year. Stay safe, Stay Blessed with the best of health and Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SzzEg95Vh1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/diAyP6EuS0c/s1600-h/happy_new_year3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none" title="happy_new_year" alt="happy_new_year" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SzzEjHfC17I/AAAAAAAAAJg/A18yNuz-pPw/happy_new_year_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*********************nomi**********************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8662487098135868276?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8662487098135868276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8662487098135868276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8662487098135868276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8662487098135868276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-in-nutshell.html' title='2009 in Nutshell'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SzzEjHfC17I/AAAAAAAAAJg/A18yNuz-pPw/s72-c/happy_new_year_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-9112446112483131564</id><published>2009-12-28T21:03:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:49:58.737+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Aashura Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Terrorists have no religion and they don’t represent any sect or any nation. They are some inhumane with some different mind set pattern. Do we give birth to terrorists. What went wrong that we are being called as terrorists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We ruled the world for almost couple of centuries. Holding the bigger piece of this world. We built the Pillars of Brotherhood, Devotion, Love, Education, Research and some of the most cutting edge technologies world is known by this day. We went down because of our own inabilities and by going far away from our Religious Practices.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then came the time of West, what they did, they strategically destroyed our traditions and Norms. Now, we are trying to move ahead a new Term Terrorists is dispatched with us. We are not terrorists neither encourage these activities. Why one wants to kill his own homeland people. I don’t know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I heard about the Aashura Blast in Karachi Pakistan during a mourning Procession. After the blast, Administration freeze the rest of the Aashura Proceedings. Law and order situation is out of control. People are setting the shops,vehicles and other stuff on fire. A terrorist did that and now who these guys are , who are participating in this collateral Damage. What should we call them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-9112446112483131564?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/9112446112483131564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=9112446112483131564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/9112446112483131564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/9112446112483131564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/aashura-terror.html' title='Aashura Terror'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8647178155785615281</id><published>2009-12-20T02:45:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:50:49.038+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JPmSbPkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FWyqOSEkmiM/s1600-h/a_walk_to_remember2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a_walk_to_remember" border="0" alt="a_walk_to_remember" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JRAQ8-gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Efs3s5WF-fU/a_walk_to_remember_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was in my High School, When for the first time I encountered this touching movie and then watched it more then dozen times in half decade. So today I thought of writing about it. Some really cute moments of the Movie I wanted to share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But before sharing those moments let’s just narrate you the story in a nutshell. This is the story about a girl Jamie, a Christian, reverend's daughter and a snobbish boy Landon. Both were very different from each other. An accidental punishment allowed to the guy to look into this beautiful lady. They loved each other and Jamie changed him completely, helped him unknowingly to become a gentleman and then left him alone in this world. Jamie an ambitious had a long list for herself, her 42nd wish, to be a friend with somebody she don’t like. Participated in a spring Play at school, watched the stars together, had a drama sequence and then There is A walk to Remember. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="394"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="186"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JSM3z4_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uj7XxJ0ve2c/s1600-h/30610161_f33307801b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="30610161_f33307801b" border="0" alt="30610161_f33307801b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JTX-raBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rsKm4WKiii4/30610161_f33307801b_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="187" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="206"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JUvI0W-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qq5o6VfDm_A/s1600-h/AWALKTOREMEMBERawalktoremember615243%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615243_1024_768" border="0" alt="A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615243_1024_768" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JV0DqwzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2rBjKIZs9Kw/AWALKTOREMEMBERawalktoremember615243.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="186"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JXmTUZAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T2Z-X-3ZcT0/s1600-h/AWALKTOREMEMBERawalktoremember615223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615223_1024_768" border="0" alt="A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615223_1024_768" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JZJ6WHaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jsBST52LeCE/AWALKTOREMEMBERawalktoremember615223%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="206"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JbWLproI/AAAAAAAAAII/OfdyvjqpJT0/s1600-h/z1515796036.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="z151579603" border="0" alt="z151579603" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Jc0vzb4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/5bJb-cE6f40/z151579603_thumb2.png?imgmax=800" width="175" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jamie in pink sweater open air restaurant on the country side, light mishandled dance, being two places at once got a tattoo was one of her long wish list as well. Then there starts the tragic part. She got leukaemia one of the major type of Cancer The blood cancer. The faith, sacrifice, devotion, Hope and love actually :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Story didn't work on box office though, but still got some of the most famous awards in the LA industry. So now I am going to witness some of my personal favourite moments and cute sequences,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon to Jamie&lt;/strong&gt;, Will you help me with the lines.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie,&lt;/strong&gt; I will but you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then there is a sequence in the Act, where Landon asks her,&lt;strong&gt; The Dream Help me to remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The play sequence and Jamie’s dress everything was awesome. Then where Landon asks Jamie to go out with him for dinner and she says, I am not allowed to date. Then the whole night together thing. the tattoo, The kiss and how he hold and cherish her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then there comes the scene, when Landon rush to his father and song was being played…”&lt;strong&gt;Its always something in the way…Its always something getting through…Its not in me its in you…Its all I know” &lt;/strong&gt;this part of the movie is really touchy, I must say the heavy moments. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="167"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Jd4vf1VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nrozzQ_o8g0/s1600-h/walk%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="walk" border="0" alt="walk" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Je7_u7wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vbp4wLYpzOA/walk_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="65"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1LZ3CKlyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S4DmWkZIDGM/s1600-h/mandy_moore3%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mandy_moore3" border="0" alt="mandy_moore3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1LbR7miOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7ncL9tcrYNI/mandy_moore3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He registers a star for her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Landon:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you find this star, right here?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure. So why am I looking for this star?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon: &lt;/strong&gt;Because I had it named for you. See? It's official. It's from the International Star Registry.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; This is wonderful... I love you.   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then he learns how to dance and build a telescope for her. Then the hospital plot… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie:&lt;/b&gt; You know what I figured out today?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon:&lt;/b&gt; What?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another perhaps the most cute one…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon:&lt;/b&gt; [Reading from Jamie's mother book] &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful&amp;quot;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Lc9hxDfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6NsxyMXznoY/s1600-h/a-walk-to-remember_549_1024x768%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a-walk-to-remember_549_1024x768" border="0" alt="a-walk-to-remember_549_1024x768" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Ld-5Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t2NuPljoRvQ/a-walk-to-remember_549_1024x768_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1Le_Q73-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/4IRFwpaHHgU/s1600-h/mandy_moore4%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mandy_moore4" border="0" alt="mandy_moore4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1LgLbapZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wlRRhifYe2U/mandy_moore4_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A walk to remember, is small yet elegant piece of art work… to me one of the most cute love story I come up with in the Movie Panorama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8647178155785615281?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8647178155785615281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8647178155785615281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8647178155785615281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8647178155785615281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sy1JRAQ8-gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Efs3s5WF-fU/s72-c/a_walk_to_remember_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2416019749562127484</id><published>2009-12-11T18:21:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:00:09.027+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Need a Break…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some times I feel like we are too busy in our lives, office then home and then again office same is the case with the people living with their families. (Office home office). This routine is stagnant and we always planned for our weekends. Guys like me move to their home towns and got busy with family and other relations. The one who lives with their families kept sleeping most of the Saturdays and spend more time on internet then they do on normal weekdays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We need time to plan our futures, time to rejoice and enjoy,Time to see others and share their pain and happiness, Time to think qualitatively. But it never happens. I had not a single day out with out all the tech gadgets into the open space. Where we can sense the nature and praise ALLAH Almighty for his blessings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even with our spare time we kept busy with our lapis (laptops) and mobiles. Trying to or at least considering that we are connected with each other, True but in virtual space. In that way we cannot analyze what is going on in the mind of our friends with out whom;once having dinner was a tough task.This is big bad world of material, and we are too much busy with High-tech world say it Facebook or Blogs, but still we feel that something is missing and ask our selves that life is very complex. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some days back I was out there near Ravi River, its about 10 or 15 Miles away from my home town. Mobile signals gone and I was feeling like something is really missing within me. Then I went through the sugarcane fields and where corn being flourished and farmed. I saw a hut, where there was no light, and no modern facility but still the family was sitting together having their dinner in candle light and their faces were full of life. After they done with their meals they laughed, sang, danced to entertain themselves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On my way back I thought, the man whose the master of the family, might don’t care about the fact that whether he is going to get next meal or not but still manage to smile and enjoy. Why can’t I and realized that I am unthankful to ALLAH Almighty. Why do we worry about these small things and made our lives so much complicated that we don’t have time for our friends families and acquaintances.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world.&amp;#160; This makes it hard to plan the day&lt;/strong&gt;”.&amp;#160; ~Elwyn Brooks White&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is it that complicated? Now the ball is in your court you decide what you want with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2416019749562127484?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2416019749562127484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2416019749562127484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2416019749562127484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2416019749562127484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-break.html' title='Need a Break…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-1785356832009737924</id><published>2009-12-07T03:07:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:00:09.027+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RandomThoughts'/><title type='text'>Ambri My Mother…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before I continue with this entry, go through this video.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:5ecd79dd-6ef0-4fc3-b65f-4ebaae106b08" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="25e4b65a-9fde-4c86-8e82-b4db2d442e51" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJKzMhHuBqI" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxwuG96t0MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PkvP_hWS3Uk/video173d970b8552%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('25e4b65a-9fde-4c86-8e82-b4db2d442e51'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rJKzMhHuBqI&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rJKzMhHuBqI&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We often do some actions, that sometimes we think are right, and consider ourselves dictator and proclaim that “I am&amp;#160; always RIGHT”. But is it the same scenario every time. One must sit in void and think over it, whatever I am doing is it the right case or I am hurting somebody who is really close to me or might be the one who brought me to this world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maa&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; more then Often, is the victim of brutality of the her kids either they are young or fully groomed men. Women by nature are sensitive and mothers are really possessive about all of their kids. Right from their birth they serve them with care, love , compassion and infinite devotion. Sacrifices her comforts, her dreams and almost everything on her kids. Brought them up and always put her best to make her child &lt;strong&gt;The Perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She is teacher,friend, care taker and plays almost all the social roles in our lives. Since we were kids, ignore our mistakes and at some point of time punishes us so that we won’t suffer in our future. She belongs to the rare bread of humanists that have the element of Love, Sacrifice,devotion and patience in abundance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we grow, we think ourselves independent and &lt;strong&gt;Mr Right&lt;/strong&gt;, that’s where the bad time starts. We hurt a person, for whom we are her only world, we are the only luxury and we are the only comfort. Every mother dreams about her kids and I guess everyone knows how it feels when your dreams shatter in front of you. But the intense passion of forgiveness is always comes in very small amount in all of us. This one person is very rich with this emotion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I want all of you to just sit and think for a while and give it a shot. Make a prayer for your mothers because whatever we are, is just because of this personality. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is why it is said that, &lt;strong&gt;Heaven is under mother’s feet&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-1785356832009737924?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/1785356832009737924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=1785356832009737924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1785356832009737924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/1785356832009737924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/ambri-my-mother.html' title='Ambri My Mother…'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxwuG96t0MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PkvP_hWS3Uk/s72-c/video173d970b8552%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-8830899422202712066</id><published>2009-12-06T00:38:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:48:13.248+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUCIT'/><title type='text'>Rebellious Rajia Rafique</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2pNamSYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dpXxvBlQmKc/s1600-h/n1224850372_296084_7603%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="n1224850372_296084_7603" border="0" alt="n1224850372_296084_7603" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2rEC2caI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c0XLivuxPK8/n1224850372_296084_7603_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Rajia Rafique&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roll No:&lt;/strong&gt; BCSS05M024&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt; Khap Daalna, shughal,Masti, aur Ghussa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whenever I see somebody whose spontaneous easy going, full of attitude it reminds me of this Rebellious Rajia. My class mate during my graduation tenure in PUCIT. Always thinking of something that somebody never tried before. Like to make paper balls, mocking, taking away the cards from teachers cabins you can name a lot of mischief . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2srL33iI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yh_-KtqR2tU/s1600-h/7225_1241537401377_1317590974_675029_3587069_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="7225_1241537401377_1317590974_675029_3587069_n" border="0" alt="7225_1241537401377_1317590974_675029_3587069_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2uHBk7JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gw5rKqlLc-8/7225_1241537401377_1317590974_675029_3587069_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes got you here as well :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am writing this special dedication blog for her because she is far away from us and from Pakistan and today is her Birthday as well. So Happy Birthday.Studying or trying to study abroad. One must appreciate her guts while living in Europe still continuing the countless things. I am sure she started learning a lot more things there. In this Ramzan she left for Sweden and from her FB status I found that she really liked the mixture of Fruits, which is commonly known as Fruit Chaat. Then heard of about her midterm exams and hiding the result from family and friends here. I am sure she must have revealed that to some body @least to some one in family to defend her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am home to spend this weekend with family, was looking over some documents that interest me on internet. My mobile gave me a reminder Rajia’s Birthday. I was at that moment chatting with Abdul Hafeez and ask him should I call her, He said go ahead. I called her and heard her voice after about 7 or 8 months. Still same wished her and she was pleased with that. Also told me that winters there are very sweet, Its not that cold just –20C. One can bear this much. Her midterms are over and all went well. I wish her on the behalf of my whole class Happy Birthday and Good Luck for her future endeavours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2vT3xavI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JxRgH13jbNI/s1600-h/happy_birthday_cake%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="happy_birthday_cake" border="0" alt="happy_birthday_cake" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2w70pngI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vvoogJgkgRY/happy_birthday_cake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-8830899422202712066?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/8830899422202712066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=8830899422202712066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8830899422202712066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/8830899422202712066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebellious-rajia-rafique.html' title='Rebellious Rajia Rafique'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sxq2rEC2caI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c0XLivuxPK8/s72-c/n1224850372_296084_7603_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-2784569110567286434</id><published>2009-12-03T19:31:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:48:02.667+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUCIT'/><title type='text'>PUCIT &amp; The Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, I visited my 2nd home, The Learning Land PUCIT. I came here after quite a long time but it here everything seemed very familiar. The corridors, The Lab area, P chowk, &lt;strong&gt;The new term Club by Murad, &lt;/strong&gt;Cafeteria,&amp;#160; Art &amp;amp; Design and classes. So many memories are associated with all these things. Laugh,study masti, Birthday bashes, Notes Collection and garbage addition was common routine around these buildings in pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLdE6tjdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1HtyILNYido/s1600-h/13769_171868052091_654347091_2785331_1484834_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="13769_171868052091_654347091_2785331_1484834_n" border="0" alt="13769_171868052091_654347091_2785331_1484834_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLemTbXkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuVKmAnz2xM/13769_171868052091_654347091_2785331_1484834_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLgIuZdhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tWxEIuRSjbc/s1600-h/10431_156306812091_654347091_2645262_6008607_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="10431_156306812091_654347091_2645262_6008607_n" border="0" alt="10431_156306812091_654347091_2645262_6008607_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLhjQRu0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fCrx7xpotkw/10431_156306812091_654347091_2645262_6008607_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLi5G6kJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bOwEG6NX_cw/s1600-h/10431_156306802091_654347091_2645261_4616013_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="10431_156306802091_654347091_2645261_4616013_n" border="0" alt="10431_156306802091_654347091_2645261_4616013_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLkTwFcOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jR-akrlzMMs/10431_156306802091_654347091_2645261_4616013_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLliPKkRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bLgW_sQAqlg/s1600-h/n1224850372_214320_9549%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLnernNbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vvaen37BDTI/s1600-h/n1224850372_222079_929%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="n1224850372_222079_929" border="0" alt="n1224850372_222079_929" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLomEXJzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hmYvLHojrgk/n1224850372_222079_929_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLqCiHgWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/byMT_R_bgEI/s1600-h/n1224850372_199328_7681%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLliPKkRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bLgW_sQAqlg/s1600-h/n1224850372_214320_9549%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="n1224850372_214320_9549" border="0" alt="n1224850372_214320_9549" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLrRRhvcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dEkkbR--D6M/n1224850372_214320_9549_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLqCiHgWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/byMT_R_bgEI/s1600-h/n1224850372_199328_7681%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="n1224850372_199328_7681" border="0" alt="n1224850372_199328_7681" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLtLrdp0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/H4rIpxrgZDs/n1224850372_199328_7681_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I roamed around these buildings for a while with &lt;strong&gt;Rizwan Gujjar&lt;/strong&gt;. We tried to revive all those moments and as many thoughts as we could. We stared each student with our full strength as they were some alien things. I was there to get my clearance which thanks to a junior I am able to get.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now the latest Developments in the PUCIT. The Admission Office section is still demolished and there is no construction going on that place. LABs are same with Black machines and new faces. Same Network Admins always staring at girls. :P The construction work in the Campus Masjid is going on speedily. I saw some gardeners working there. I guess some big personality will be coming there in a couple of days. Same is the colour of Lab and Library. Same restriction of card to enter in the library and lab. Security Guards with Scanner Machines and with ever green attitude towards student. I don’t know about the new things like academics, LS Week, CS competitions. Because no such advertisement was present there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLulSsqjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dG6X_Co3Xmc/s1600-h/n1224850372_199326_7089%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="n1224850372_199326_7089" border="0" alt="n1224850372_199326_7089" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLwGKMY7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/4QdMFMgNN4M/n1224850372_199326_7089_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLxnH_7-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Hk22mCL1Ow/s1600-h/n1224850372_295984_2163%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="n1224850372_295984_2163" border="0" alt="n1224850372_295984_2163" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLzIFpbtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GcYf86tzZiY/n1224850372_295984_2163_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I met with few mates there &lt;strong&gt;Murad&lt;/strong&gt; in his 3rd Semester of MIT and &lt;strong&gt;Sidra&lt;/strong&gt; in her 10th Semester of BSc. Murad gained around 10KGs. And sidra was as young as she was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went some places like accounts branch, Program Co-coordinator's office Disciplinary Committee's place to get my form signed and fortunately I went through all this safely. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At last I want to say that, All of us working in good companies. You can say the top organizations and doing the most exciting things, making difference to the world. But whatever we are, whatever we are doing in all of us, there is a small part of PUCIT present and will be there. Best of luck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Love you all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nouman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115916792828203901-2784569110567286434?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/2784569110567286434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=2784569110567286434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2784569110567286434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/2784569110567286434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/12/pucit-memories.html' title='PUCIT &amp;amp; The Memories'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxfLemTbXkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wuVKmAnz2xM/s72-c/13769_171868052091_654347091_2785331_1484834_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-3956580918000325513</id><published>2009-11-28T19:05:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:47:23.886+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Eid Festivities Here &amp; There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxEycJTrKrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oLAsc-iEb_Q/s1600/eid-in-Pakistan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409160086564842162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxEycJTrKrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oLAsc-iEb_Q/s200/eid-in-Pakistan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxEyb3dBbWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i7o1_SDiWyM/s1600/Eid+Shoppinng.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409160081772211554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxEyb3dBbWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i7o1_SDiWyM/s200/Eid+Shoppinng.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eid, A Muslim Festival to celebrate the love, brotherhood and peace. It is first day of Eid in Pakistan and second one in the rest of the world. There is a big difference in celebrating the Eid in two different religious localities. I have no personal experience but I tried to imagine that what my acquaintances explained to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few moments back, I was talking with one of my friend who is abroad to pursue education, was in discussion about how he celebrated the Eid there. He said that, &lt;i&gt;I offered my Eid prayer and then went straight to attend my class in my University, after the end of class I came back to to my place and cooked some food to for my hunger. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Same sort of remarks from my Aunt living abroad,&lt;i&gt; we got up early and My Kids were ready for school, I dropped them to Bus and then came back,  There was some Pakistani show going on television, watched that and got few calls from my home town. Cooked food for my kids and thats it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I imagined these routines on Eid, I Thanked Almighty ALLAH, That I am here with my family friends and loved ones. Here and in other Muslim countries, Eid preparation starts  one month before, We buy clothings, shoes, sweets and other things. On Eid day men go to Masjids to offer Eid prayer and after that they Hug each other saying Eid Mubarak... to me this is the most exciting moment in this festival. Then there starts the chain of communication between friends and families. People send sweets, food and other things and greet each other with full heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I realized that being in home country or in Muslim country on such occasions is a blessing, but those who are out there in the western world are also our own people and they are there for the good of our country. May ALLAH help them in every stage of their lives and let them and us to help each other to spread the message of Love , Peace and brotherhood.&lt;br /&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/5115916792828203901-3956580918000325513?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/3956580918000325513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=3956580918000325513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3956580918000325513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/3956580918000325513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/11/eid-festivities-here-there.html' title='Eid Festivities Here &amp; There'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/SxEycJTrKrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oLAsc-iEb_Q/s72-c/eid-in-Pakistan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115916792828203901.post-6142292492804067442</id><published>2009-11-27T11:07:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:47:37.084+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>HAJJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sw9wI1F-XCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uPyEwv1cJq8/s1600/hajj%5B1%5D+(1).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408664974488656930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sw9wI1F-XCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uPyEwv1cJq8/s320/hajj%5B1%5D+(1).jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 207px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAJJ&lt;/b&gt; the greatest Muslim Pilgrimage to meet the CREATOR ALLAH (SW). This Year, gathering about 3 Million People performed Hajj. This ratio is 50% less then the year 2006. There are many factors that forced the Muslims to cut down their Passion to participate  this Holy Event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We need to see why is that so. Talking about Pakistan the Heart of Muslim Ummah, The only announced Nuclear Power of Muslim world. Even here The Hajj packages are very high about 250K Rupees. Then comes the monopoly of the PIA administration. I was watching a television program the other day where the Host unleashed the Black issues of the government and Council for Religion regarding Hajj arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the other reason, those agents who ran away taking lifetime savings of poor people. They protested against the Government and their inability to catch the culprits. one more thing that was reported in media, is the threat of swine flu. Saudi Government took steps to cut down the number of pilgrimages for this very reason and thus, many dreams of seeing the creator and performing the rituals shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAJJ teaches the lesson peace, love, Humanity and Patience. May ALLAH give us strength to pursue this lesson so that we can make this world, a better place to live in. Ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eid Mubarik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5115916792828203901-6142292492804067442?l=thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/feeds/6142292492804067442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5115916792828203901&amp;postID=6142292492804067442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6142292492804067442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115916792828203901/posts/default/6142292492804067442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsnexperience.blogspot.com/2009/11/hajj.html' title='HAJJ'/><author><name>nomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177407007407335703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJ5N8Bodtw/TmTuvziiPdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/syEiPlwniXY/s220/228941_2334291996468_1224850372_2808114_3220806_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f50yWF9dMEc/Sw9wI1F-XCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uPyEwv1cJq8/s72-c/hajj%5B1%5D+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
