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If U R subject 2 being cross &amp; unpleasant with others 4 no apparent reason, U need 2 come face-2-face with the fact that U R thinking too much of Urself. 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I was  introduced to one of the friend who was visiting US on a project.&lt;br /&gt;My friend said, meet Shanti she is my schoolmate and she is here on a  project. Me and Shanti we had never met before and after we were  introduced we just started our conversation and it was a never ending  one. From one topic to the other it went on and the best part was that  we both got so connected that I was not able to talk to other friends  with whom I usually mingle with.&lt;br /&gt;That night when we were parting we exchanged our emails and phone  numbers. We were in touch as long she was here and one day she said that  she is going back to India as her task is finished here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NtSSjkjQSJY/TXWelwXgEDI/AAAAAAAAllo/qmpZ-48KpBw/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NtSSjkjQSJY/TXWelwXgEDI/AAAAAAAAllo/qmpZ-48KpBw/s1600/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved to Bangalore and after couple of emails there were no  communication. Once in a blue moon she will wake up and send me a mail  asking how are things and whenever I am sending greetings to my friends  on different occasions she is also included in the emails and so we  still connect once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;We are not in touch and we don’t email each other very often however  whenever we connect it’s the same feeling and depth of knowing each  other so well – now that’s what I call friendship, that’s what is called  connection and in real sense that is the true friend who doesn’t  interpret my actions as not interested but rather she understands we all  are busy in our life in many different ways and hence we care for each  other and it remains inside our heart.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I get to hear that she is getting married and I cannot  express my happiness as how happy I am to hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;May this day you share &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; be filled with love and   laughter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; May all the days ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; be happy ever after!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post for a friend who is getting married to start a  new life. I would like to give all my best wishes and prayers to this  friend for joining this part of life which includes the path of change  yet the path of happiness and togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart." ~ Elisabeth Foley &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7721428179754270366?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7721428179754270366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7721428179754270366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7721428179754270366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7721428179754270366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/friendship-isnt-big-thing-its-million.html' title='Friendship isn’t a big thing – it’s a million little things...'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TTpu_vG_d6w/TXWecQizPwI/AAAAAAAAllk/OFLoOTyiWyY/s72-c/draft_lens17616343module148090304photo_1297176017chimps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-5682280953561322235</id><published>2011-03-04T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:55:40.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>Is Love Really Blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ye6a1xdpUQE/TXGl2sntLGI/AAAAAAAAllc/FVZU79i9ndY/s1600/possibility-of-love-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ye6a1xdpUQE/TXGl2sntLGI/AAAAAAAAllc/FVZU79i9ndY/s320/possibility-of-love-1.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today being weekend eve, I would like to share a very touching story  of a friend who could never think of anything else besides numbers. Yes,  when I say numbers it means the marks at school.&lt;br /&gt;She was a bubbly, fun loving yet good in studies, sports, story  writing – you name it. Such a talented and focused girl was pretty  boring when it came to boys.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was good about her except that she never gave attention to  any boys. She has made her reputation herself.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing school, she joined college and took degree and did  her masters and got a good job.&lt;br /&gt;By now she was a beautiful well groomed girl with a nice paying job  and status in the society. Her job was of a big responsibility and hence  she was sent for training to one city to other.&lt;br /&gt;During her training session she meets lot of people there as  colleagues and it so happened that one of them really impressed her. Her  nature was good and so was her heart and when cupid worked no one  knows. On the valentine’s day she got a rose from this person and there  was no end to their love.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love, you don’t see how one looks or even what place  he belongs to. This is so truly depicted here when she discusses this  with her parents so that she can proceed with her marriage with  everyone’s blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Her dad who always wanted her to live on his principles didn’t accept  this decision coming from there.&lt;br /&gt;When she showed the picture of her love, he denied and said think  this was a mistake and you will forget him. We will find a nice guy and  marry you off.&lt;br /&gt;The girl and the boy both were matured and were individually capable  to support themselves decided to go ahead and marry.&lt;br /&gt;The couple married and even before they could seek blessings of their  parents the girl’s parents disowned her.&lt;br /&gt;This made her very sad as lifelong she followed her dad’s  instruction, when it came to her happiness how come no one even gave a  chance to think?&lt;br /&gt;Today she and her husband living in US with the expectation that her  parents will change their mind and will accept them.&lt;br /&gt;The husband doesn’t see any hope as he walks with his stick trying to  catch the flight for his business trip.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who say’s love is blind or even beauty lies in the eyes of  the beholder – it all resides inside one’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;This couple are the living examples and I feel so proud about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“True love stories never have endings” ~ Richard Bach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-5682280953561322235?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5682280953561322235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=5682280953561322235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5682280953561322235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5682280953561322235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-love-really-blind.html' title='Is Love Really Blind?'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ye6a1xdpUQE/TXGl2sntLGI/AAAAAAAAllc/FVZU79i9ndY/s72-c/possibility-of-love-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8455996793005772652</id><published>2011-03-03T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:33:00.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Exciting Day in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work and Ethics'/><title type='text'>How corrupt you are to follow corruption?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-__B5bNyUZjY/TXAIkBYWxSI/AAAAAAAAllQ/wCUBwYyEjIE/s1600/dandi_march_2-10-80_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-__B5bNyUZjY/TXAIkBYWxSI/AAAAAAAAllQ/wCUBwYyEjIE/s320/dandi_march_2-10-80_cover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;‘Dandi March’ which our Father of Nation MK Gandhi initiated for  ‘Salt Satyagraha’ – an important part of Indian independence movement  that was taught to us in History took place around 1930. Recently I read  an article where in some NRI’s are initiating this ‘Dandi March II’ on  March 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; from MLK’s memorial park in San Diego through LA  and it will end on March 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at Gandhi Statue in San  Francisco. I also hear that this date coincides with the dates when  actually MK Gandhi did this in 1930. This is against the corruption in  India.&lt;br /&gt;When I read this article, I remembered my days when I was working  with Marico Industries – a food manufacturing company where I alone  participated against corruption only to bring hope within my team that  if we decide ‘We Can’ then we will definitely be successful in  eradicating corruption from our system, it’s up to us .&lt;br /&gt;I had completed my education in Employee Relations and Labor Laws  &amp;amp; Labor Welfare where along the way while fulfilling my duties  towards the company I used to also help the workers know about their  rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FQUkPQxKKRc/TXAIvDvH5FI/AAAAAAAAllU/_nlsGxhJ650/s1600/anti-corruption_eng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FQUkPQxKKRc/TXAIvDvH5FI/AAAAAAAAllU/_nlsGxhJ650/s320/anti-corruption_eng.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year we have to get the factory records signed by the Labor  Welfare Officer who will check if we are maintaining the law and order  for the factory requirements as per the State Act – this is a special  and empowered rights to the state of Maharashtra workers.&lt;br /&gt;After joining the company this was my first off-site job where I had  to take all the files and registers to the government office to get  their approval signature which allows us to be a true citizen in the  field of Factory law and also proving justice towards our  employees/workers. I was asked by my Factory manager to meet the Finance  manager before leaving to meet the Labor Welfare Officer.&lt;br /&gt;I had made sure we have all reasons under the law for things to have  and not to have. I was very confident that my report and register will  be signed and hence we don’t have to bribe anyone, as my Finance manager  asked me to get cash from the accountant for my visit. I took an  envelope that was handed over to me saying this is Rs. 5000.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the government office in my Company car to meet the  official and get the signature approval. I had to wait even though I was  in there on time. The peon kept telling me, ‘our sir will go home and I  kept telling him he can’t go without meeting me as I have taken an  appointment.&lt;br /&gt;He said by using his hand for money, ‘If you would want me to place  your file ahead let me know’!&lt;br /&gt;I hated that gesture and keeping my cool, I said, ‘I will give it  straight to him so if he wants he will share it with you.’&lt;br /&gt;My turn came and I went to the office and introduced myself to him  and handed over the register for him to look through. The government  official started looking through the register and he started asking  about some Mr. Joshi who used to come with these files. I said he was an  acting HR during that time though his role is to be a QA manager and  now I am permanently placed at this position so you will have to deal  with me and not Mr. Joshi.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t like that.&lt;br /&gt;He looked through the documents and he said you guys do not have a  CRESH for women and I see you have some 450 women employees as laborers.  I said if you look through the list of names – we only have 22  permanent women employees for which we do not have to provide CRESH  facility inside the factory and the rest of them are contract labors and  medically certified that they are not able to produce any kids due to  age and/or other medical operations that individuals have adopted with.&lt;br /&gt;He had nothing to point out and hence he signed the documents and I  thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;Next day I reported first thing in the morning to my Finance  department and made sure accountant adds back the Rs 5000 in the company  account.&lt;br /&gt;Our morning coffee conversation was – What happened that the money is  submitted back into company accounts? All I gave them was a big  smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a proud moment for me as I changed the history in the Marico  Industry at Pune, where everyone advised me to give bribe as there is  no other way to get away with it. We will be in serious trouble and I  kept telling them it’s we who promote such things and hence this will  never end from our system. To get this bacteria out of our system we  have to take that initiative and that too without fear of any  consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I did it! You can too!!!&lt;br /&gt;I support the cause of eradicating corruption from our system do you  and how are you doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8455996793005772652?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8455996793005772652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8455996793005772652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8455996793005772652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8455996793005772652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-corrupt-you-are-to-follow.html' title='How corrupt you are to follow corruption?'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-__B5bNyUZjY/TXAIkBYWxSI/AAAAAAAAllQ/wCUBwYyEjIE/s72-c/dandi_march_2-10-80_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8673205403655626028</id><published>2011-03-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:46:21.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>A Warm Human Hand-Clasp - Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kyc1Id1NMw8/TW6r9Hm4l3I/AAAAAAAAllA/0l-WssGulR8/s1600/letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kyc1Id1NMw8/TW6r9Hm4l3I/AAAAAAAAllA/0l-WssGulR8/s1600/letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember how I used to write diary as a kid and then it later got  into blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have decided to publish some of the letters that I received  and as things go further many letters may come out here as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to all those who fall in love and write mails to  their loved ones to propose or even express love…. The names will not be  mentioned here for privacy reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sDp_6Ll2ij0/TW6sIZv1HhI/AAAAAAAAllE/ETUslZC-qFo/s1600/email.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sDp_6Ll2ij0/TW6sIZv1HhI/AAAAAAAAllE/ETUslZC-qFo/s1600/email.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi xxxx&lt;br /&gt;Sending you this mail at the early hours of Sunday. Though for me  Saturday has passed to Sunday uninformed. I want to tell you how good I  felt talking to you today. My story today was piece of what I am and in  honest ways how I have visualized myself. I hope you feel comfortable  with what you heard.&lt;br /&gt;From what we have spoken I can tell you that I want you to be part of  my life.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that I want to look at you as my ‘reason for life’. My  meaning to what I make of myself. I am not much used to the romantic  words of saying I love you, but I know that you could make me complete  as a person and I will live to be worthy to show you how much I love  you.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the best I can present myself romantically.&lt;br /&gt;Can call me xxxx and send a mail if you feel you could share similar  feelings with me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best that could happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel I am being too fast in getting into conclusions, please  do bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;I have always said what my mind feels. And I feel I need to tell you  this now.&lt;br /&gt;May be its best said by mail, But if you agree, I would like to say  the same by phone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes writing does the magic which a person cannot do it in  person :-)&lt;br /&gt;The person had no patience after sending this so he sends another  mail checking if I received this mail or not…when the person didn’t get a  response to both the mails he decides to make a phone call :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patience is what we lose when Love is in the air…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8673205403655626028?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8673205403655626028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8673205403655626028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8673205403655626028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8673205403655626028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/warm-human-hand-clasp-mail.html' title='A Warm Human Hand-Clasp - Mail'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kyc1Id1NMw8/TW6r9Hm4l3I/AAAAAAAAllA/0l-WssGulR8/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-1864416048397914695</id><published>2011-03-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:19:28.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Of Tomorrow'/><title type='text'>You always put your family first…How true is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RAl3NOJCAoc/TW6l4Jnt0SI/AAAAAAAAlkw/tbRQp1RgFjM/s1600/home_family-300x191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RAl3NOJCAoc/TW6l4Jnt0SI/AAAAAAAAlkw/tbRQp1RgFjM/s1600/home_family-300x191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.35pt; margin-bottom: 8.65pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 8.65pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was just going through my postal mail when I saw a mail coming from Canada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I opened it and it had these lines&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You always put your family first… and we want to help.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was about the government program for the Canadian citizens for the Universal Child Care Benefit, for Children’s Fitness Tax Credit, for Post-Secondary education and much more…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Such a nice thought isn’t it that a country thinks so much about your kids and family and I am thinking what we do to make this family happy, healthy and flourishing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The other day at lunch time one of my friend said, ‘we all say hello – hi by sitting in different rooms of one single house to each other – i.e. kids and parents’ and she said remember when we were kids how we used to have our family sitting together whether it’s near the dinner table or near the fire place, it used to have so much meaning and bonding that even when my parents are not there I still miss them and value their teaching and try to induce those in my kids. But what can I do…they are growing up here and it’s all about computers and internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It took me to my childhood days. Growing up in NDA always induced certain discipline element in us and hence there was no question as why we have to come to dining table to eat our dinner or snacks. It was understandable if you don’t reach to the breakfast table at 8.30 a.m. then no one has time to wait for you and everyone will finish their breakfast and move on with their daily routine. The person who used to come late will always feel that guilt as he or she has to sit alone on the dining table and eat the breakfast without having anyone to talk to. Those days it used to hurt but the best things that I remember even today is from those moments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We used to have our evening tea time when my mom and dad used to come from work and I used to make tea for them and some snacks – either I make it by following the recipe from the magazine or the cookies that my mom used to bring from Canteen – either way it was a refreshing moment for my parents who come all the way from work tired driving and having a sip of tea along with those snacks they would look at us and ask what happened today at school? What made us happy and what was not so good according to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was known to be a story teller as I have a way to describe each and every detail of that single day. I will even describe what our teacher was wearing and how my friend and myself were discussing about a topic on dad’s after reading a story from Reader’s digest – all this used to be shared there and in between I will see my brother fighting to get in his point and so forth. When we both kids are satisfied with our stories and we are done with our tea, I will see my mom sharing her office issues and concerns and dad as always giving solutions to it. I have always seen such sessions as family time which I see in today’s time we lack. Our kids are growing without knowing what family value is, they are thrown into stuff where parents think we are keeping them busy with all kinds of programs and extracurricular&amp;nbsp;activities. The child though keeps hearing about family and family values through books or movies…but if we don’t implement them ourselves how are they going to even get to see a glimpse of it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have never seen my parents fighting though there will be instances where my mom may not agree with my dad on certain topics but they both had their justification to it and no one’s ego was crushed. That’s called understanding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kCSpE3oUn7k/TW6l-48Cj7I/AAAAAAAAlk0/e1AH1DkNDAc/s1600/an_african_american_family_having_dinner_together_at_the_dinner_table_royalty_free_080707-135227-438012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kCSpE3oUn7k/TW6l-48Cj7I/AAAAAAAAlk0/e1AH1DkNDAc/s1600/an_african_american_family_having_dinner_together_at_the_dinner_table_royalty_free_080707-135227-438012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today kids eat in their room or they may end up eating by watching TV or reading books…we are becoming more social on the internet though face book and twitter but in reality we are so far in same house but sitting in different rooms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There was a time when families in India used to live in one room with 2-3 siblings and yet they all were able to live and have their privacy – today we have rooms for each member in the house and what’s the use we go in those rooms and sit and socialize and make visual friends. You add your friends up to 500 on face book and you feel good about it. In reality physically how many friends do you go to with whom you can chat and discuss things where in your friend can straight tell you on your face what you are doing is right or wrong or even consider thinking about certain things which is for your own goodness? If you ever happen to have such friends also people will break the friendship with such because they don’t like anyone to show them the mirror. But then how are we going to bring this change into our life, when we talk about the continuous change and collaboration and family concept?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;MK Gandhi, said to see a change that you would like to bring in implement in you first…(not exactly in those words) but you need to change yourself first to see that change around you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sadly, social networks are making money and adding more and more applications to keep everyone busy only to see each individual is kept busy with activities whether it is on the net or on the programs such as swimming, soccer etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Companies will grow and mint money but the families won’t be there to live together. The mere concept of it is&amp;nbsp;eradicating from our society and yet when someone tries to bring the change – how well this change is faced? How much are we thinking what’s good for our kids? Again, the note from the Canadian mail reminds me the words ‘You Always Put Your Family First…” Do we?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Can we help ourselves first and then seek help later if needed?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Family faces are magic mirrors.&amp;nbsp; Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future” ~&amp;nbsp;Gail Lumet Buckley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-1864416048397914695?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1864416048397914695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=1864416048397914695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1864416048397914695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1864416048397914695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-always-put-your-family-firsthow.html' title='You always put your family first…How true is it?'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RAl3NOJCAoc/TW6l4Jnt0SI/AAAAAAAAlkw/tbRQp1RgFjM/s72-c/home_family-300x191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3747556078268337060</id><published>2011-02-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:15:08.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lillies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GzIX6GHq68/TVNXWKHSSJI/AAAAAAAAljk/AHjxRFFn9G0/s1600/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GzIX6GHq68/TVNXWKHSSJI/AAAAAAAAljk/AHjxRFFn9G0/s320/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of our colleague is getting married and so the team decided to honor his moment in a special way by cutting cake and sharing some gifts as token of love and good wishes.&lt;br /&gt;It was called 'Man Shower' ~ what a weird name - I thought in fact some other members too thought of the same…but anyway the purpose was to have little fun and more of to give him the good wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise event….our manager really did a good job in keeping that serious face and calling it out a quick meeting on some of the work that our colleague was doing. We all were already in the room and hence screamed out to him as he entered ~ 'Surprise!!! and the smile was worth watching on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone troubled him by asking different kinds of question and saying you still have time to pull out of it…and what not. Few gave him advices as what to do and what not to do…and there was one of the colleague who is married for 22 years and I thought that is so awesome but then I went in deep thought when he said as you grow you learn no one is perfect and then you will see you are also not the same who you were before marriage which made me kind of think ~ no! that's not what I want to be!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rf8nkj0amS0/TVNXssqvYgI/AAAAAAAAljo/pCCvmxnUDmI/s1600/3315960436_7ba3c79a0f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rf8nkj0amS0/TVNXssqvYgI/AAAAAAAAljo/pCCvmxnUDmI/s320/3315960436_7ba3c79a0f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what I am! What I was as a kid and the change shouldn't be part of accommodating or sacrificing…that would be painful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If experience brings the wisdom in us then marriage anniversaries should bring more freedom and more comfort in relationships - isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think any relationship no matter how long or how short it is been, fights or not so big fights it all evaporates if love exists there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only element that lets you forget and forgive and brings you back to your friend no matter how big issue you have between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, don't give up on love. It's worth sharing if you have love. It's worth caring for someone if you feel so for someone, It's worth loving if you love someone - don't worry what will happen and if the other person loves you or not…love is such a fragrance that it will always spread the beautiful odor all around and will keep you happy and motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I28OuFOmeI/TVNX4mQ-9VI/AAAAAAAAljs/8yB4-8l-BGA/s1600/thing-called-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I28OuFOmeI/TVNX4mQ-9VI/AAAAAAAAljs/8yB4-8l-BGA/s320/thing-called-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love is beyond any institution, religion and discrimination - it's that pure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving". ~ Khalil Gibran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3747556078268337060?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3747556078268337060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3747556078268337060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3747556078268337060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3747556078268337060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-like-dew-that-falls-on-both.html' title='Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lillies...'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GzIX6GHq68/TVNXWKHSSJI/AAAAAAAAljk/AHjxRFFn9G0/s72-c/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-5220661721843553424</id><published>2011-02-07T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:12:27.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifetime Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><title type='text'>Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TVDB2T7i5WI/AAAAAAAAljU/IBVAToTJLkY/s1600/vaishali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TVDB2T7i5WI/AAAAAAAAljU/IBVAToTJLkY/s320/vaishali.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a first year science student in  Ferguson, we used to rush from one class to the other and to cover it  all practicals and completing journals would used to take away the  remaining peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Central School product and secondly coming from National Defense  Academy, it kept us in discipline even in college days where actually  one is supposed to enjoy the freedom of getting out of school life.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was told not to sit in the class if all the students are  doing mass-bunk. This sounded very weird to me but then I thought to  take it with a pinch of salt at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember after a heavy duty practical session – standing in the  lab all evening had squeezed out all the energy and after 5 rushing to  catch the Pune Municipal Transportation bus number 83/84/85 – to reach  home was killing.&lt;/div&gt;Our bus timings were one hours frequency and that day we girls were  so tired and fed-up of this routine run around to catch the 5:00 p.m.  bus that we as a mass decided to go to Vaishali restaurant and get rid  of our hunger and tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;We entered the Vaishali restaurant and sat on the right hand side of  the table where two each of us were sitting with a hungry face yet a  worried expression on our faces. Lingoo the server came and looked at us  and gave a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TVDCBp6o1tI/AAAAAAAAljY/lB4imC95PKI/s1600/Lingoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TVDCBp6o1tI/AAAAAAAAljY/lB4imC95PKI/s1600/Lingoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lingoo, who has a salt and pepper hair, his teeth colored with beetle  leaves yet that smile has so much warmth that anyone in that restaurant  comes in feels so welcoming and more over one will forget all their  worries and would look forward to hear what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Lingoo came to me and said what are you worrying about…do you want to  know what’s good here? because I think you girls are new here…first year  student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I smiled nodding my head as yes, and with a wondering expression as how he know all this.&lt;br /&gt;We four girls ordered and then Lingoo brought us tea – saying this will  relieve all your worries…indeed Vaishali tea…I still have that taste in  my mouth – and still remember the wide white cup – it really had that  magic which took all our worries away. We were concentrating on our food  in between when I looked around there was another server called  Vasu…who used to give a cunning smile and look and walk away when Lingoo  came and said …that guy is a crazy guy – don’t indulge with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As soon we see Lingoo disappeared in the  kitchen Vasu comes and says that guy Lingoo he is a bit crazy so you  girls better be careful and don’t smile too much with him…&lt;br /&gt;All this was so funny and entertaining that how we spent our three years  there and later on also the experience never changed and it was all  because of people like Lingoo and Vasu who kept entertaining the guests –  They treated us like their own kids…they used to come and help everyone  whether you’re after some girl or boy – Lingoo and Vasu will give you  proper and right advice and information.&lt;/div&gt;My last meet with Lingoo was in 2005…when I went with Milind for a  coffee…one after the other coffees came&amp;nbsp; in and as we left the place  Lingoo came in and blessed saying be happy where ever you are …those  words are still lingering in my ears …that smiling face where his eyes  used to almost close – Vaishali won’t be the same again…We will miss you  Lingoo….&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace and give your family the strength to bear  this loss. The person who was so senior to all of us Lingappa was  always known to students as Lingoo…he had no other name and I think love  has only one name…You will be missed yet your stories will remain alive  as generation after generation people will recite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Attractiveness and magnetism of man’s personality is the result of his inner radiance”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-5220661721843553424?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5220661721843553424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=5220661721843553424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5220661721843553424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5220661721843553424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/personality-is-born-out-of-pain-it-is.html' title='Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint...'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TVDB2T7i5WI/AAAAAAAAljU/IBVAToTJLkY/s72-c/vaishali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-788331944276354574</id><published>2011-01-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:13:10.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><title type='text'>I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes really teaches you so many things in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;I have realized this as I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it was spring time when I used to see this dark skinny guy  wearing white shirt and white lungi (a traditional outfit for men in  Southern part of India) with a black framed specs. The first thing I  noticed was his smile where in I could see few twisted or broken teeth.&lt;br /&gt;He used to come to our neighbor’s house where he used to make the ladies  stitch the clothes. In a way he was making living for himself but at  the same time he was giving a way of living to the ladies who were our  neighbor’s sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to come from office whether during lunch time or even after  office hours this guy used to come and chit chat with him. They used to  exchange cigarettes, at times my dad would prepare tea and invite him  and things started moving on in this way.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little girl watching him all the time as to me he was still a  stranger…though people used to address him as Tailor Master. He used to  give sweets to me and during summer vacation time he used to play with  us carom board just like kids…he was an expert and I always had this in  mind that I want to defeat him at least in one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to coach me at times, he used to get mad at me at times when I  am making mistakes while hitting the coins. He used to challenge me and  many times I have accepted it and won as well and as a reward he used to  give me money.&lt;br /&gt;Important thing to note was not how much but whatever he could figure  out the amount that is rolled into his shirt’s sleeves he will remove it  and give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking money from anyone is not considered a good habit and I was  very scared to do so. The first time he gave me the reward that was in  front of my parents and when parents said that’s okay…he said, ‘No, but I  gave her the word so in my case you should let your daughter to take it  and since then taking money from Tailor Master as a reward or bet  became common. I felt proud one time when I defeated him in the game in  fact Tailor Master was surprised and he was amazed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TT4wtw2dKII/AAAAAAAAliM/zf74vXFgg8c/s1600/Rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TT4wtw2dKII/AAAAAAAAliM/zf74vXFgg8c/s320/Rainbow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailor Master was a guy who had no relatives, no family members. He was a  single guy – working as a Tailor in Goal Market in National Defense  Academy (NDA) – Goyal Clothing Store. He used to decide whether he will  go to work or not. At times his absence from work will lead to no money  and at that time my granny who was visiting us that summer used to  invite him for lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the time I actually came to know he was alone and has no one to  be called as his own. I used to ask lot of questions to my granny on  this…as how can one be without anyone – isn’t it sad?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be nice with Tailor Master, my granny went back and I took her  place when it came to lunch, dinner or tea for Tailor Master. He used  to tell my parents that I am very kind heart and it could be a problem  for me as people can take advantage of my this nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I used to get angry with Tailor Master as he used  to tease me and play pranks on me – even though his age was more than my  dad – his childish attitude gave me freedom to play pranks on him, or  tease him etc.&lt;br /&gt;My mom always used to tell me call him uncle and not Tailor Master but I  never could change as everyone else used to call him that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my school uniforms were all stitched by him. I tell you he  was an expert in that and hence no wonder his leave of absence never  lead him to be jobless. In school when other girls used to see my  uniform they used to ask their tailors to stitch that way and when they  couldn’t get it exactly then they came to me asking for my tailor. His  work was amazing – he used to always remind me of a traveler whether  sunny, rain or winter he used to be in the same outfit.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time he came to my mom and said I don’t know by the time  your daughter gets married will I be still alive so let me contribute  some money as and when I can so that later you can buy a gift for her  from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that was such a touching thought…I used to collect the  coins and bills in the powder tin and bought a golden locket for my  necklace.&lt;br /&gt;He used to speak his heart for which some liked him and some didn’t. I  always liked him for what he said, what he shared and always enjoyed the  part where I used to fight with him – but it was very sad to hear  yesterday when my dad said he is no more…!&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to meet my dad this month. It’s true one can’t say anything about humans.&lt;br /&gt;I pay my tribute by remembering him since my childhood till date. May  his soul rest in peace. I am sure he is watching me and giving his  blessings too. Even though he came to this world all alone ..he lived  all alone as per his will and he made friends and family along the way  as he crossed through places in life and I am pretty sure he has touched  many lives who will be thankful to him and will be praying for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-788331944276354574?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/788331944276354574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=788331944276354574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/788331944276354574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/788331944276354574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-shall-not-die-of-cold-i-shall-die-of.html' title='I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived…'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TT4wtw2dKII/AAAAAAAAliM/zf74vXFgg8c/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4245496411124655790</id><published>2010-12-31T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:31:42.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A New Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Exciting Day in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>A new year is unfolding – like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TR6tCS0MH_I/AAAAAAAAikM/Lco_HorukG8/s1600/New-years-eve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TR6tCS0MH_I/AAAAAAAAikM/Lco_HorukG8/s1600/New-years-eve.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New Year’s Eve is a moment when you happily and content-fully say –  Good-bye to old year and welcome the new year with lots of hope and  aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My this year’s 2010 New Year’s Eve was well spent with meeting my blog friend – Pria.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I always have made plans with my blog friends based on my visit to a  particular city and so far I only got lucky meeting Pria and her family  in my favorite city Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy when your thoughts match on the blog world with friends,  it doesn’t take much to connect with them when you meet in person and  that’s the feeling I got when I met Pria at her residence.&lt;br /&gt;The eve is leading to the new year with the hope and aspiration of  meeting more and more friends from all over the world…and I am hopeful  with that thought with a kick-start meet with Pria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TR6tH08QZCI/AAAAAAAAikQ/kPOggmu_uF0/s1600/cityhall_skaters_new_year_2k5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TR6tH08QZCI/AAAAAAAAikQ/kPOggmu_uF0/s320/cityhall_skaters_new_year_2k5.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I say good-bye to this city Toronto, I also wish good luck to my  friends for everything to go well as the new year approaches…I am sure  things will change for better and it will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy New Year To All My Friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…this year’s motto is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drive yourself happy instead of crazy. Every minute spent stressing is one less minute being happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; – so let’s enjoy and be merry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4245496411124655790?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4245496411124655790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4245496411124655790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4245496411124655790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4245496411124655790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-is-unfolding-like-blossom-with.html' title='A new year is unfolding – like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within…'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TR6tCS0MH_I/AAAAAAAAikM/Lco_HorukG8/s72-c/New-years-eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8063808943100857026</id><published>2010-12-28T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:02:43.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Unique Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>We do not remember days, we remember moments…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRqVVGgEpGI/AAAAAAAAijc/GZaUqnELjuA/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRqVVGgEpGI/AAAAAAAAijc/GZaUqnELjuA/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I went around the places where I first landed and lived my  initial period of life and it did remind me all the struggle days and  those weak moments when I was home-sick and yet had the determination to  make my place in this busy country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nostalgic and as the roads, street names and houses where  I lived came across, it brought all memories live. I went through each  place where I later rented, the place where I established myself in my  career and finally the house that I bought in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I go through those areas, indeed I was in the heart of  city where I lived but the con part of it that it has become old. The  houses are same, people might have moved or passed on their heritage to  their kids and what not. But there is no innovation. Couple of houses  were re-built which did give the new look however city is always like  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt content being in these places. I am satisfied with what I have  and I really felt that I have moved on. To all my friends who got bored  of my saying about things in Canada and the life about Canada…I guess  this is it. I had to visit once to give a stop to my those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRqVoDt3z3I/AAAAAAAAijg/5LmMFkVBl_A/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRqVoDt3z3I/AAAAAAAAijg/5LmMFkVBl_A/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am happy that this is the country and the city Toronto that I  choose to be part of. It did help me in growing up in my life and  career. It did teach me a different outlook of life and people. It did  bring that element in me which made me think more than myself and gave  me the opportunity to help people and love people in the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and more with experience I moved on in life towards USA to  California with a new life and motto – and believe me I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have this heart to say that I am happy where I am with my  loved ones – in the heart of city where along with my loved ones I have  mother nature to give solace and peace, new friends and new atmosphere  to live on…I am thankful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Still with some nostalgic moments…yet a content heart…people move and  progress in life only to leave the place with memories and more  memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We must always have old memories and young hopes”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8063808943100857026?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8063808943100857026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8063808943100857026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8063808943100857026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8063808943100857026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-do-not-remember-days-we-remember.html' title='We do not remember days, we remember moments…'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRqVVGgEpGI/AAAAAAAAijc/GZaUqnELjuA/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4132529231818683337</id><published>2010-12-27T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:04:53.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifetime Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Unique Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Exciting Day in Life'/><title type='text'>Anywhere is paradise; it’s up to you ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRluvdDRbaI/AAAAAAAAijQ/in8i6ymNVxk/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRluvdDRbaI/AAAAAAAAijQ/in8i6ymNVxk/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Visiting Niagara was a usual weekend activity for a person like me who never looked at what time or hour of the night it is.&lt;br /&gt;Same spirit I have this time too – which made me feel I am still the  same and not changed a bit. Quick decision making and preparing in the  limited given time had always been my nature and I guess I find it  thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;My drive was amazing as going through the huge buildings made me  realize how city gal I am and how I used to drive through these places  so often.&lt;br /&gt;Every thought was cherishing the old one and adding the new one to the  current one. I always enjoyed the night part of Niagara as it lights up  with lights and music bands. The winter never killed or took away the  spirit of joy and fun – I witnessed it even today.&lt;br /&gt;People covered with winter jackets, caps and mufflers and yet smiling and running away from the mist as it hit their faces.&lt;br /&gt;Nature always gave solace to my heart in times then and even today.  Speechless yet with mind full of thoughts. Unknowingly so many times it  ran over to the past to present…the mist of life was getting spread all  over and yet the feeling is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I felt like living in that freshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“By seeing the seed of failure in every success, we remain humble. By  seeing the seed of success in every failure we remain hopeful.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRlvHDxHOMI/AAAAAAAAijU/ubZmNGqHmqs/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRlvHDxHOMI/AAAAAAAAijU/ubZmNGqHmqs/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always wondered what was that cold war between Canada and US and I  always felt the attitude is what made them think about Americans.&lt;br /&gt;This time coming from America looking at Canadians…I felt Canadians are  more humble – no offense to any Americans but then coming from US this  time I could relate it to one thing – People in Canada come as  immigrants no matter how educated one is, they have to go through the  struggle part of it which takes them from all ups and downs of life.&lt;br /&gt;Americans do have immigrants too however, they are all well placed with  jobs if not with status in the country – this small element does bring  that big impact to one’s attitude.&lt;br /&gt;To add to it when A Visa status moves to Green Card the attitude has no limits!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, one needs to go through a phase where it does bring the  mankind to be down to earth and I think one gets there in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Swallow your pride occasionally, it’s non-fattening!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4132529231818683337?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4132529231818683337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4132529231818683337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4132529231818683337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4132529231818683337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/anywhere-is-paradise-its-up-to-you.html' title='Anywhere is paradise; it’s up to you ;-)'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRluvdDRbaI/AAAAAAAAijQ/in8i6ymNVxk/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6439289462846852102</id><published>2010-12-26T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:15:30.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifetime Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Garden is a Friend You Can Visit Anytime…!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRguf8vzLHI/AAAAAAAAijI/vNg7SE4D5s0/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRguf8vzLHI/AAAAAAAAijI/vNg7SE4D5s0/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been living in this city over 10 years and It was not that I  have always been living here. I used to take vacation time off and go to  India, South Korea and still when I returned it gave the feeling of  coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 years of my visit to the city, why I remembered all the way  back when I landed in this country all by myself alone? CN Tower always  gave me the significance of strength and courage. Today when I see it  gives me the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going around downtown, looking at those busy subways and the crowd  took me back to my days when I was just few weeks new in this country  going around the clock based on my work schedule. I have often craved  for moments when I can sit in that food court and watch others rushing  around. Today was that day – it brought tears and smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 11 years old kid asks me – “are you crying?” and, I am wondering  if I can explain it though I did but the essence is only in one’s  feeling which cannot be shared.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to know that I still remember the roads to my home where  once upon a time I used to live …memories are so touching that it takes  you literally back to those days and everything looks so clear then  about the paths that you come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as one of my best friend in Canada said to me – ‘You have come a  long way and you are doing better now’ – I owe to this city everything.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic moments only brings happiness whether from past or from present – it’s cherishing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6439289462846852102?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6439289462846852102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6439289462846852102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6439289462846852102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6439289462846852102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/garden-is-friend-you-can-visit-anytime.html' title='A Garden is a Friend You Can Visit Anytime…!'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TRguf8vzLHI/AAAAAAAAijI/vNg7SE4D5s0/s72-c/DSC_0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7593570319736566863</id><published>2010-11-21T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:23:06.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love</title><content type='html'>It was early March when Shirley got her job in the bank. She was quite excited and planning ahead to grow in the bank.  She made few friends while they were in training. Shirley was happy about her new job, as her ambition and dreams were connected with it.   Everyone was assigned their desks. Shirley took her files and binders and was moving to her desk. As she was moving towards her desk, she was looking around at other colleagues and was greeting them with her smile.   There were people from all ages and races too. There was one guy who had a salt-n-pepper hair, who smiled at Shirley and greeted as welcome.   Shirley thanked and moved on to her desk. She cleaned it and arranged all her files neatly.  As time was passing she came to know many people who were senior to her by joining date in the bank.  The guy whom Shirley used to see as salt-n-pepper hair, Shirley got to know that his name is Irfaan. He was a gentleman, well groomed in London and he had moved from London to Canada.   Shirley always looked at him with respect. Whenever she used to be in the break room she used to see Irfaan with his sugar testing instrument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she stopped and said, 'Salam Irfaan ji'! &lt;br /&gt;Irfaan said, 'Wasalam!' How are you pretty young lady?  &lt;br /&gt;Shirley: (smiling) I am fine thank you! How are you doing?  and what is this instrument for?  &lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: (with a smile) I am doing fine thank you! I am diabetic and I always have to test my sugar before I plan whether to have a biscuit with my tea or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley felt bad, it was not sympathy but she felt its so sad even if he want to eat his cookie he can't if the instrument tells not to!   These thoughts were just going in the mind of Shirley, when Irfaan said you are looking very beautiful in that dress. &lt;br /&gt;Shirley: (suddenly coming back to the break room as if) oh! thank you! I will see you later, take care (and she left the break room to go to her desk)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, Shirley used to make sure that she gives some time to Irfaan. At least to talk and see how he is doing. Irfaan, who used to be alone now felt that he did find a friend at work.  &lt;br /&gt;Shirley used to take subway to go home. That night she got stuck with her final documentations with the team members and hence she left immediately after finishing her work, to catch her subway to home. &lt;br /&gt;She saw Irfaan was in the Subway too. Shirley went to Irfaan and sat next to him and said, 'oh! I didn't know that you also take subway to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: (with a warm smile) Yes, I take subway too!  Since then Shirley along with her other friends from work used to take subway with Irfaan. Everyone was very helpful and caring towards Irfaan.   Irfaan, being with young folks, enjoyed his time and started thinking young from heart too. He used to compliment Shirley as Shirley was very professional in her behavior and attire too.   Shirley took Irfaan's compliment as joke. As Irfaan started sharing his personal life with Shirley, Shirley felt how lonely Irfaan is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan was born in India and his family moved to Pakistan during partition time when he was only 5 years old.  His heart speaks like a Indian though his language is as polite and beautiful as any Pakistani would do with lovely urdu language.  Irfaan moved to London as he turned 18 and did all his studies in London. He got married and got two beautiful daughters. After many years of staying in London, Irfaan thought to migrate to Canada with his family. &lt;br /&gt;By now Irfaan had only one elder brother who was still in London. Parents had already gone on the heavenly board. His wife, who was a calm, quite and religious lady started seeing other man as she came to Canada.   &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, today Irfaan is alone who is working and trying to pay his bills only to see his daughters whenever he gets to meet them.  Shirley felt very bad as she know what is loneliness as she was still single even though she had a huge friend circle at work.  Shirley as her nature is, used to care for Irfaan and used to make sure he is also taken care by others at work.  Everyone came to a point where Irfaan was not judged by his age but he was considered as a friend of their age and they used to joke around with him like any other 20s would do.  One day as Shirley was working she noticed Irfaan's voice was shaky and the words were not clear. Shirley started calling Irfaan, 'Irfaan ji, are you ok? Irfaan ji...can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan slightly turned his face and with a smile looked at Shirley and said, 'Yes! I will be fine. Don't worry!&lt;br /&gt;Shirley saw that Irfaan was not okay. His eyes were rolling up and he still want to finish his work. Shirley quickly got out of her seat and went to see her manager. She said to her manager Paul, 'I think you should check on Irfaan. I don't think he is feeling good. He is not listening to me but I am worried for his health.'&lt;br /&gt;Paul, immediately assured Shirley that he will take care of it and Paul ran to Irfaan.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan was sent home with one of the colleague in a cab. He was asked to take rest and if he feels good the next day only then he should come to office.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan came to Shirley before leaving and said, 'I will be okay beautiful! make sure you don't kill anyone else with your beautiful gestures' and he went away.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley wondered, what a guy - he is so sick and still he is joking and smiling. She said you are in my prayers for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Next day Irfaan didn't come to work. Shirley made a call to him and made sure he is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan said, 'I am feeling a bit weak and hence I decided to take rest. But I will miss seeing you. Are you dressed to kill today also?'&lt;br /&gt;Shirley laughed at this and wondered what is he talking about - has he gone crazy? and then she said, 'Irfaan ji, I think you really need to take rest and we will see you tomorrow all healthy and well.' and then she said, take care and kept the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley that evening while going home from work, called Irfaan again to make sure he is doing fine. Irfaan promised her that he will call her and let her know if there is anything that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley got assured and she came home.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, Shirley went to work and got busy so much that she couldn't even take her lunch break. Around 3:00 pm she felt so hungry that she decided to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;As she was about to take off, her desk phone started ringing. Shirley first thought to ignore, but as always she worried -'what if it's something urgent?&lt;br /&gt;She said to her other friend, 'you carry on I will join you after this call.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley took the call and at the other end there was Irfaan, who had a very deep yet shaky voice - 'Hello dear Shirley, I wanted to tell you something before they take me from here'.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, got worried and said, 'what happened Irfaan ji, are you ok? You don't sound good. Did you call your doctor? I think you should go to the hospital. I am worried that you are not doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: 'I will be fine. The doctor said my sugar has gone into my blood now. I should be ok. Please let me tell you something which I won't be able to tell you once they come and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, thought they might be the ambulance people who might be coming and taking him to the hospital. She thought to listen to him and give company on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: Shirley, I don't know whether it's right or wrong but I love you. Deep in my heart you are my angel who has always given me love and only love. Sometimes, I think it is destiny to meet you. You are a beautiful person in your heart and that reflects on your face and behavior too. When I used to send emails saying, - whom are you dressed up to kill? It was not a joke…as you did send those arrows to my heart with your killing looks.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, got worried and wondered what's up with Irfaan Ji? He is so elderly person and what has gone wrong with him to talk to me like this? She thought probably it's due to his sickness and she said, 'Irfaan ji ! I think you are not feeling well and I think you should not talk too much also as you need rest.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: Shirley, please don't stop me. If I don't say now, I will not be able to tell this anytime later. I want to tell you this and after that I will hang up and take rest.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, didn't know how to react and she thought to listen and let him say what he wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: Shirley, I love you and I had this dream to recite Shakespeare to the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to recite this and after that I will hang up as they will come and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley was all surprised and wondering what is Irfaan ji saying... &lt;br /&gt;Irfaan on the phone: &lt;br /&gt;"In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.&lt;br /&gt;Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!&lt;br /&gt;What said my man, when my betossed soul&lt;br /&gt;Did not attend him as we rode? I think&lt;br /&gt;He told me Paris should have married Juliet:&lt;br /&gt;Said he not so? or did I dream it so?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,&lt;br /&gt;To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,&lt;br /&gt;One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!&lt;br /&gt;I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;&lt;br /&gt;A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,&lt;br /&gt;For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes&lt;br /&gt;This vault a feasting presence full of light.&lt;br /&gt;Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How oft when men are at the point of death&lt;br /&gt;Have they been merry! which their keepers call&lt;br /&gt;A lightning before death: O, how may I&lt;br /&gt;Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!&lt;br /&gt;Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,&lt;br /&gt;Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:&lt;br /&gt;Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet&lt;br /&gt;Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;And death's pale flag is not advanced there.&lt;br /&gt;Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?&lt;br /&gt;O, what more favour can I do to thee,&lt;br /&gt;Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain&lt;br /&gt;To sunder his that was thine enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,&lt;br /&gt;Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe&lt;br /&gt;That unsubstantial death is amorous,&lt;br /&gt;And that the lean abhorred monster keeps&lt;br /&gt;Thee here in dark to be his paramour?&lt;br /&gt;For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;&lt;br /&gt;And never from this palace of dim night&lt;br /&gt;Depart again: here, here will I remain&lt;br /&gt;With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here&lt;br /&gt;Will I set up my everlasting rest,&lt;br /&gt;And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars&lt;br /&gt;From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!&lt;br /&gt;Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you&lt;br /&gt;The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss&lt;br /&gt;A dateless bargain to engrossing death!&lt;br /&gt;Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!&lt;br /&gt;Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on&lt;br /&gt;The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, you there right? are you there still..?&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: Yes, Irfaan Ji, I am listening. I think you should take rest as I am worried for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: Shirley, you know this is by heart to me. I am not reading from any book. It is all in my heart and today is the only day that I was able to recite it and that too to someone I love - May Allah give you all the happiness and peace in life.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will go and sleep. Let them come and take me away but Shirley don’t feel anything bad, for me loving you so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: Irfaan ji, you take care. Those ambulance people should come and take you to the hospital. I will call you tonight to check how you are doing. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfaan: I am a free bird today and I will fly to heaven as I believe and you are the only one who has made that path easier for me. You always have been with me in my lonely and painful times.  Now I don’t have any hesitation to say that you are a beautiful woman and I am deeply in love with you. Someone else will be lucky who will marry you. &lt;br /&gt;Alvida! (Good bye in urdu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TOm30X4olyI/AAAAAAAAg8o/iUl8L7yc1fk/s1600/london.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TOm30X4olyI/AAAAAAAAg8o/iUl8L7yc1fk/s320/london.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley with a confused and shocked gestures! She got out of the phone and discussed this with her friend who was supposed to be taking break with Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend laughed out saying Shirley, you made that guy crazy - gal, leave him alone and she laughed and walked to her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley’s mind was occupied with Irfaan ji’s talks and she kept on telling herself that he is not in his presence of mind and hence ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when Shirley called Irfaan ji...it went to his voice mail. Shirley left a message, ‘ Irfaan ji I hope you are feeling better and are getting treated in the hospital. Let me know when you get this message, I would like to hear from you till then take care!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no response or no calls were returned. Shirley through out called and left messages until on Sunday the message she heard that the mailbox is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, Shirley went to office and first thing she went to see was for Irfaan ji at his desk. The desk was empty. &lt;br /&gt;Shirley ran to her manager and said, ‘Paul, do you have any update on Irfaan? I have been calling him but he never called me back and now his mail box is full. You can’t even leave him a message.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Actually, we also called him and his mailbox is full. I have sent someone to his home. We should hear from him soon.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: thanks Paul, I will wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley went back to her desk without any mood to work. Through out she was thinking about the last talk she had with Irfaan ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Paul came close to Shirley and with all caution he said, ‘Shirley, we came to know that  Irfaan died on Saturday around 4:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: what? 4:00 p.m.? It’s impossible because he was talking to me till 4:00 pm on the phone. How can he?&lt;br /&gt;Paul consoling Shirley: Listen, I understand you were the last person with whom he was talking. After that he had his last breath and till Monday morning his body was lying in the apartment. No one came to know about it. Cops came and they took care of the rest. His brother has been called and he will be visiting to do the funeral rituals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley couldn’t believe all this. She was shocked though in the office all her colleagues were crying and talking about Irfaan as how good person he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how Shirley never cried, her manager made sure that some of her good friends visit her home and give company that night but it was no use.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley never cried - may be she feels he is still there, the love that he showered upon in those 45 minutes of time that he spent on the phone that day, cannot die just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange it is that you come to know about a person when he is actually gone out of this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know where life comes and knocks at the door to say Hello or Good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is a real story - May Irfaan’s soul RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7593570319736566863?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7593570319736566863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7593570319736566863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7593570319736566863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7593570319736566863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-word-frees-us-of-all-weight-and.html' title='One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TOm30X4olyI/AAAAAAAAg8o/iUl8L7yc1fk/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6360210192217546228</id><published>2010-11-13T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:54:11.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>Light is good from whatever lamp it shines… ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TN748hE-PoI/AAAAAAAAg8M/9i0dvq79pno/s1600/burning-lamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TN748hE-PoI/AAAAAAAAg8M/9i0dvq79pno/s320/burning-lamp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Happy Festivities Friends - When I say that it speaks about the festivals that have come and gone but still left the fragrance of it yet, other festivals are on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;In all this my birthday too came in and this year I felt I am born again and hence the childhood days and memories kicked-in once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Dia was born in the year of Diwali - the festival of light. Her name indicated that when her father insisted on naming Dia (lamp).&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;A lamp is very symbolic in everyone’s life which spreads and gives out light. It takes away the darkness and brings you in light to see things clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Dia had those qualities as well because she used to bring the cheerfulness and happiness with whom ever she met and been with.&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;Life was so easy that she didnt realize when she finished her studies and when she took the serious steps of life to get into married life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Life only gets complicated when we make it. So did happen to Dia also. The girl who had the dreams to fly and live them, couldn’t continue to it as the family need came in front of her eyes.&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;She burned like a lamp to give the light to the family. All the ups and downs were taken care of and yet she didn’t made realize her family the pain that she is going through to bring that light to the family.&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;Family had no clue as things were going normal and as usual. Everything was rosy and dandy until when Dia had a stroke.&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;She was rushed to hospital in the emergency and by the time family reached the hospital - Dia was declared to be bed-ridden for her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TN746NJHA3I/AAAAAAAAg8I/nyT38qyTJ28/s1600/shubh-diwali-earthen-diyas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TN746NJHA3I/AAAAAAAAg8I/nyT38qyTJ28/s320/shubh-diwali-earthen-diyas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Imagine a person who has lived life by her own terms and ways, what could this bring to? She wanted to show her anger and frustration but sad she couldn’t even do that. Her body doesn’t respond anymore. Her eyes were the only source which kept the communication on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Tears rolled out again and again. She looked up in the sky thinking why did God do this to me when he knows that I am needed for my family. Why he had to cut this source in such a brutal way - can’t he see my kids? can’t he have mercy on them and could have saved me from this situation?&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;There was no God present who could have given answer to all her queries. She cried and cried and begged to all Gods in the world to make her better for family sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;But as they say, the lamp keeps burning until there is oil in it. After that it gives only darkness to self and to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;Life can become a tragedy from comedy if you don’t keep an eye on your lamps. Make sure you oil them and take care of them if you need that light from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark" ~ R. Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;I learned this from my parents that if something is precious to you make sure you keep it properly so that you have it all the time with you and available to you!&lt;br style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" /&gt;Happy Diwali, Happy Thanksgiving To All My Friends! I will be back again ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6360210192217546228?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6360210192217546228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6360210192217546228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6360210192217546228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6360210192217546228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/light-is-good-from-whatever-lamp-it.html' title='Light is good from whatever lamp it shines… ;-)'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TN748hE-PoI/AAAAAAAAg8M/9i0dvq79pno/s72-c/burning-lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7181496171427386358</id><published>2010-09-28T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:48:46.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>There is more to life than simply increasing its speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKL8YX94AI/AAAAAAAAYKQ/HAGJX4BLI8U/s1600/India+Trip+3+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKL8YX94AI/AAAAAAAAYKQ/HAGJX4BLI8U/s320/India+Trip+3+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522129962561036290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;After 5 to 6 years of gap, I was visiting India. The eagerness is always there as what is changed and how well the country is progressing as we read about it all the time on the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;All this makes real sense when you actually land in the country and observe things closely. As I was passing by from one city to the other, I felt if I had started blogging daily (provided that I had the net accessibility all the time), I had so many stories to tell but then in mind I had thought of one liners which I will make a list of to express what I observed and felt about the New India and its people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;As we all know that growth and its diverse impact goes parallel and hence there might be justifications for many things but then at what cost? I will make the list and would like to hear from others too as these could be one observation and comment but it could vary from people to people. Let’s dive in…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 16px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; list-style-type: square; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The speed of progress is going so rapid that at the other end if anyone is dying there is no action to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Replica of west is what east is changing towards – why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Malls are the theme of the country – but then why take away the India out of it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Constructions everywhere whether it’s the malls, metro rails or even houses – with poor housing facility, transportation to the common people and to add to it pollution of all kinds whether air, sound you name it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Progress of a country but people are suffering due to the environment – for whom are we creating?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Looks like there is a race and we have to win no matter what – even if at the cost of the lives of people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKKFoSqwJI/AAAAAAAAYKE/KaUs2NPepNQ/s1600/India+Trip+4+1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKKFoSqwJI/AAAAAAAAYKE/KaUs2NPepNQ/s320/India+Trip+4+1168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522127922429345938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; list-style-type: square; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;There is no feeling for each other, neighbor or so – everyone is in the rat race and want to reach the sky – I don’t care even if I am crushing someone’s throat as long as I am moving on the right path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;It seemed like there is a barometer of who is rich and how can one be richer – the show business is so much that it is already getting into the minds of next generation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Kids evaluate situations based on money in mind, as the schools also they go shows the class system as who can achieve to get admission and you cannot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Surprised to witness the thought process of two kids who are raised in two different countries – one talks of safety and one talks of affordability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Man has reached to the moon, plans to buy and sell property on the Moon yet we are stuck with our caste and religion and the differentiation with the mankind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Country is doing everything to make sure the standard of living be as same as of western countries – from one aspect it is good that brain drain will be stopped but the way it is being done needs some planning and preparations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Real talent and skills are dumped on the side track – no one cares for anyone’s talent as long as one is able to fulfill others requirements – what’s in it for me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The kind of feeling and sentiments people have developed outside of the country – is missing as if the heart is completely removed from the body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Metros are either busy building malls or fly-over and metro rails – in the name of these constructions politically all tops are enjoying the benefit already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Poor is still poor and the rich is trying to be richer – where is my developed India?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;In all these, the true culture still exists in the hearts of people as I was witnessing the Ganpati visarjan (Lord Ganesha Idol immersion in the sea), the unity, the love and cultural aspect evolves the depth and closeness of it in people. I did experience the sentiments while the people are going with the procession – the sadness that after visiting us for 10 days Lord Ganesha is departing from us – is a sad part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The people in the forces are taken care that’s what I am proud of my country and the government.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKJkB5G50I/AAAAAAAAYJ8/ifPkXTjOgYo/s1600/India+Trip+4+1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKJkB5G50I/AAAAAAAAYJ8/ifPkXTjOgYo/s320/India+Trip+4+1371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522127345185908546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;In the end, all I have to say is I still long for my country and would like to settle somewhere, that’s not metro and where it’s not too backward under-developed place. I want to live in the heart of the country where all these malls have not taken over yet I have the internet connectivity to be able to be connected globally with my friends and relatives. I long for that place in India and would love to reach back to the roots where I come from. As all the rivers no matter where they flow at the end they all join together to make a big waterfall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKI7rhdAzI/AAAAAAAAYJ0/g6ZOdavYmjA/s1600/India+Trip+4+1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKKI7rhdAzI/AAAAAAAAYJ0/g6ZOdavYmjA/s320/India+Trip+4+1375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522126651986346802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TGR55Uw9pPI/AAAAAAAAX20/tyZdTz-FjS4/s320/best_friends_photosculpture-p153989526835698493troo_525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504658670287168754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my first day in 2nd grade.  It was a new admission for me in KVK NDA. I was kind of nervous entering  the class as the 2nd A class was in a different building altogether. I  had reached after the prayers hence the filled class made me more  nervous. Everyone was staring at me. Those eyes were screaming and  telling me as if ‘you’re late!’. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t wait for people to be friendly, show them how”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My class teacher Mahajan Maa’m called me close to her and introduced  me to everyone in the class. She was very nice, I felt someone knows me  here.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked me to be seated and asked our class monitor Arunima to  help if anything is needed.&lt;br /&gt;Arunima, was a tall girl in our class and her caring nature always made  us felt like she is our elder sister. She used to help with sharpening  our pencils and making sure we have our homework done. If not she will  ask us to do and when and where ever needed she will help us.&lt;br /&gt;The boys in the class were naughty and hence I don’t remember a single  guy from my class except A.R. Manoj.&lt;br /&gt;Manoj was a short and cute guy. Our parents knew each other and hence we  felt it’s okay to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid to walk around in the class as I remember one of the  classmate Anagha who used to scare me out with her big eyes. She was my  bench partner. Arunima made me feel so comfortable that I wished if I  could sit with her but she was sitting at the last bench as she was the  tallest girl in our class.&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling Arunima about it and she used to make sure Anagha  behaves with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude  to you – not because they are nice, but because you are”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TGR5u445rRI/AAAAAAAAX2s/xXGuaWW8Cd4/s1600/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TGR5u445rRI/AAAAAAAAX2s/xXGuaWW8Cd4/s320/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504658491005578514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TGR5jHCBEcI/AAAAAAAAX2k/ATQEDIOG87U/s1600/best_friends_photosculpture-p153989526835698493troo_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can say I learned singing and dancing from there. Arunima used to  make sure that all the girls are engaged with one or the other task.  Arunima and her sister Gaitry both were in the same class and we used to  dance on the number that they used to sing – &lt;em&gt;Dhitang -Dhitang bole  oh madhurletal tole&lt;/em&gt; – a bengali number which Arunima and Gaitry  used to sing and make all of us dance. It turned out to be a action song  for us.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be amazed when I first heard Arunima singing the song ‘My  heart is beating’. She was like our role model. I used to do things that  will make her happy and never missed an opportunity where she used to  smile and give a hug.&lt;br /&gt;We became so close that after school Arunima and Gaitry used to visit my  home and all evening we used to play until it’s 6:00 p.m. when they  used to pick up their school bags and say bye to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Evening always brought those parting sadness. But the next dawn was with  hope to meet them in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Arunima was one of those monitors who not only used to monitor the class  but always took care of the classmates as if they were her own kids. If  anyone fell or not playing… sitting hungry or alone, she used to make  sure that child is taken care of. A very soft spoken with a melodious  voice – that’s the Arunima I have in my mind even today. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be  nice.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still can’t forget those ‘booth (ghost) dance’ in Arunima’s own  words…she used to make sure that after our lunch time we don’t go and  mess around outside hence she used to tell all of us to let’s play  ‘booth dance – ghost dance’ – but the way she taught us was all like the  tribal dance. We used to make similar noises and jump around and dance  like the tribal in South Africa. In short, there was a not a single  opportunity where we didn’t enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;How life passed since then was never noticed as happiness takes you  through all ups and down and then she was moved to Southern Command KV  school.&lt;br /&gt;She came back to our class again but this time she was a matured girl  only to be reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Friendship isn’t a big thing – it’s a million little things”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always cherished – Arunima of 2nd grade. Never got to know what  happened but inside our heart we had that warmth for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Today after many years I happened to talk to her and I could feel the  same soft voice of hers which used to sing and make everyone soothing.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true, we say past is past but how much happiness they bring to  present is a present in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring the past only if you are going to build from it.” ~ Domenico  Cieri Estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You Arunima for bringing those moments alive once again in  thoughts!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This post of mine is dedicated to all my school and college mates –  with whom I have spent my best of childhood and teenage life which  brings back all that moments alive as I am meeting them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older” ~ Tom  Stoppard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3646544589104528552?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3646544589104528552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3646544589104528552&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3646544589104528552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3646544589104528552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/childhood-is-most-beautiful-of-all.html' title='Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TGR55Uw9pPI/AAAAAAAAX20/tyZdTz-FjS4/s72-c/best_friends_photosculpture-p153989526835698493troo_525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-1355758069335635694</id><published>2010-08-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:09:03.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Its Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFttsh_KrGI/AAAAAAAAX1w/SOjjWy_OXyk/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFttsh_KrGI/AAAAAAAAX1w/SOjjWy_OXyk/s320/kids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502111981568175202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is so complicated, that I always refer  back and wonder there was nothing wrong with my childhood. Why life  doesn’t remain a child always?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a kid we fight with our best friend and we also know how to make  it up. But its only when we grow up we don’t know how to make up and why  is that? Specially, when we say kids don’t know anything they are still  growing..they are still learning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we  forget that he is someone today” ~ Stacia Taushcher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think it’s time for a change in understanding that kids are not  mere kids who don’t know anything. In fact we can learn a lot even if we  have grown up we have our kids or kids around us from whom we can  learn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always like to go back to my childhood and many of my friends say  that I am going in my past. There is nothing wrong in taking tips and  learning from past – isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dad many times supported me as a child on my decisions and I think  he knew exactly what he was doing at that time even though it looked to  my mom that my dad is unnecessarily spoiling me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This reminds me of an incident it was my 12th birthday. I remember I  had few friends who used to fight to be my best friends. Why if you ask,  I am not sure may be because of my fun loving nature or something else  but they used to make me say it and make me write it on my rough book  that – so and so is my best friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to  leave, and impossible to forget”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFts-_8oKII/AAAAAAAAX1Q/y-LVBf3pQnA/s1600/mother_child_QE64_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFts-_8oKII/AAAAAAAAX1Q/y-LVBf3pQnA/s320/mother_child_QE64_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502111199336605826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my nature was that I used to do it just to make them  happy. Because prior doing that I always used to tell them that you all  are my best friends and one is under one arm and the other is another  and I used to put my arms around them. I realize still they had this  insecurity of loosing me as a friend. &lt;p&gt;Hence I used to write it and I think this nature of mine make them  take me for granted! Something that we all complain today about it isn’t  it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In all this we had another rival friend who always wanted to be the  boss. I am pretty sure these things exist even today in school with  kids. The names might have changed like a popular group and not so  popular group.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway when this ‘want-to-be’ popular person tried to influence my  friends it didn’t work out in her favor and it so happened that she  tried to play in a bad way – which we might call it as bad politics! See  even kids know how to play politics and those who don’t will never  learn anyway!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This friend – why I call her a friend is because she used to act as  our friend and we trusted her. She tried to influence my friends and it  so happened that they all came for my birthday celebration – wished me,  brought presents, sang with me and had a ball of time. Everyone went  home and around 10 p.m. we get a knock at our back door. When my mom  opened the gate we see all of my friends along with this ‘want-to be’  popular friend and they started complaining about me to my mom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your daughter said this about her and that and what not and it came  to a stage where my mom was getting so furious that she called me with  anger and said, you call them your friends? Now on you are going to  school only to study and no friendship. You don’t go to school to make  friends. Hence forth you will not talk to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told my friends that hence forth my daughter will not talk to you  anymore. Please don’t make any friendship with her. If she is so bad  then you shouldn’t be having such friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night was a terrible night for me – the fun and excitement of my  birthday ended as if a beautiful piece of glass vase was thrown down  from top only to crush it into tiny pieces.&lt;br /&gt;The night went in thinking as what made that my friends who were looking  for me to be their best friend changed them so bad that they were  complaining about me to my mom? and then my mom’s decision that was just  thrown at me. No one asked for any explanation, nothing as if I don’t  have a say!&lt;br /&gt;I was very upset and waited till the night took me into the darkness  till where I unknowingly went to sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next day when I woke up it was rough and sour – the feeling. I was  kind of unhappy and was angry with everyone I suppose and hence I got  ready for school.  When my mom was about to leave for her office she  came to me and said, ‘so you remember what I said yesterday? I don’t  want you to be friends with such kids who come on your birthday and  complain about you. You don’t need such people as your friends.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was like mom, now in school what will I do? When everyone is going  to play I will have no one to play… !&lt;br /&gt;My mom said, ‘you have only these friends as friends in school? You  don’t have any other kids? and this made me think…and I just took my bag  and walked out of my house to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the way to school was longer today than the other days. I was  feeling as if every one on the way, every shopkeeper from Gole Market  and the people around there knew what happened yesterday night. I was  some how looking down and walking towards school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I reached my class and kept my school bag on the bench. My friends so  called who just added cherry on my birthday cake last night were  sitting and observing me as what will be my next move.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am very scared of my mom’s anger and hence to follow her  instruction is the only way and hence I went to other friends in my  class and started talking to them.  I went for my assembly with them. I  didn’t look at anywhere else and made my self comfortable with my other  friends. These friends were the nerdy ones who are very good in studies –  very good in the sense they don’t come below 97%. Some may find that  very good but I always felt education is not all about percentage.  Probably I used to understand life’s core ethics from my dad’s heavy  duty proverbs that we live for today and live it fully as we don’t know  what’s going to happen tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing I noticed that I started completing my homework in school  during the free time as these kids were like that. When I used to go  home, I used to walk home with these kids. Though life was a bit  different but I didn’t mind the change. Some how my dad always taught me  to adopt the life style of ‘when you are in Rome be like Romans’ !&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life’s not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding  down a rainbow” ~ Terri Guillemets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFtszaw4-TI/AAAAAAAAX1I/23YXaFX7Z8c/s1600/8.08-20-Butterflies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFtszaw4-TI/AAAAAAAAX1I/23YXaFX7Z8c/s320/8.08-20-Butterflies.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502111000376703282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFtsqrH-JlI/AAAAAAAAX1A/aL6TQO9Iprs/s1600/mother_child_QE64_l.jpg"&gt;I didn’t even come to know how time flew away that it was the year  end where I had participated in a fancy-dress competition and guess what  none of my nerd friends were there in this. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was awkward for me as I was dressed up as a native from State  Kerala – which is in the southern part of India. I had worn the  traditional sari and I had to say two sentences – ‘I am  a lady from  Kerala and I am proud about its culture.’&lt;br /&gt;I had to say this in the native language of Kerala – i.e. Malayalam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It will be funny to say that no one was with me yet I got first prize  and it started raining like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy. The day was done for all the students after the fancy  dress competition and other cultural activities. My so called friends  who spoiled my birthday didn’t participate in anything but I saw them  coming behind me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was walking in the rain with my umbrella as that was part of my  fancy dress, these friends behind me whispering – call her – you go –  you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;I was still walking without letting them know that I know now the tables  have turned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I crossed the road and the school seemed to be going far and the Gole  Market came near by, the smell of sweets like balusha, jalebi and  ladoos from Karachi Sweet Mart.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the so called boss came in and said we all want to say, sorry  to you’ and they gave me a greeting card which I still remember had a  blue peacock and inside was – We are sorry, please forgive us. We will  be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and looked at all of them and smiled – it was a feeling where I  had already forgiven them in my heart. Life is much more than this and I  had these realization when I was ten and hence at that time I just  smiled at them and said, I would like you to come and tell this in front  of my mom so that if she allows me to be friends with you only then I  will re-unite with you all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all walked together and reached home. We didn’t talk through out  as we were walking in the puddle and splashing water. My off-white sari  was getting spoiled yet the feeling of getting wet and playing in the  rain is something you can only feel no one else!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today mom had a weekly day off and hence when I knocked the door she  opened it and excitingly she asked, how was your fancy dress  competition?’ and believe me I was all excited to show her the trophy  and certificate that I got. My mom gave me a big hug and that’s when she  saw my these friends.&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave a look at me as – what’s all this about now? and she asked  them – did my daughter do another mistake this time?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, I was like mom please, they want to be my friends again! and I  showed the card that they gave me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mom invited them and we all had the sweet porridge that I love –  it was a celebration.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All I can say is my mom was happy that I kept her word and everything  turned out to be as she expected. But my question was, what made to  happen all this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The so called boss was way elder to us and it was her mind that  created all the differences among us. I maintained my friendship with  all nerds and these ones and never showed any difference but my friends  came to know what one should believe in and what one shouldn’t.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kids learn from their mistakes but elders not necessarily!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I brought children into this dark world because it  needed the light that only a child can bring” ~ Liz Armbruster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFtsdyEqRGI/AAAAAAAAX04/Q5yUAZAVfF4/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-1355758069335635694?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1355758069335635694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=1355758069335635694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1355758069335635694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1355758069335635694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-live-is-so-startling-it-leaves.html' title='To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TFttsh_KrGI/AAAAAAAAX1w/SOjjWy_OXyk/s72-c/kids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-1858758612171046386</id><published>2010-06-27T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:47:32.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><title type='text'>Dad, you’re someone to look up to no matter how tall I’ve grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCea7EfUFAI/AAAAAAAAXrg/O9VVG-b-GIc/s1600/father-and-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCea7EfUFAI/AAAAAAAAXrg/O9VVG-b-GIc/s320/father-and-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487525010582279170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;On this day, I want to wish every father a Happy Father’s Day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These days, due to lot of lack of time, space, work, personal issues,  ego and what not…we tend to move away from the concept of unity, family  and togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a race! People either live in the family saying they are  there for kids sake or they get separated and come together on certain  occasions only to make kids happy!&lt;br /&gt;But I have only one question, ever the kids are asked what they want?  Ever those kids are given the freedom as what they want to do? I am not  saying giving freedom in other ways…but only to spend their time with  whom they want to!&lt;br /&gt;Father or mother, they have ego the moment they see their kids love the  other parent than them…I say why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are parents who have separated and the mother will not allow  the father access to meet his child, OR the family lives together yet  the mother will control the kids as whom they should love more?&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking where are we heading to?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The greatest gift I ever  had, Came from God; I call him  Dad!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCebvUe-S_I/AAAAAAAAXrw/0gH7BNR7GOQ/s1600/589480-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCebvUe-S_I/AAAAAAAAXrw/0gH7BNR7GOQ/s320/589480-medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487525908229016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always love my dad 1% more than my mom…not because I don’t like  her…I love her..she has taught me some of the things which probably I  wouldn’t have ever experienced in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;But my dad, I admire him so much due to all the challenges that he has  taken in his life…the decisions that he has taken for his wife and kids,  the social elements, the courage to stick to justice and shout against  injustice and cruelty – all this make him  an idol for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters” ~  George Herbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCebQCh7Q2I/AAAAAAAAXro/nBo1bwgcLSA/s1600/FatherChild1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCebQCh7Q2I/AAAAAAAAXro/nBo1bwgcLSA/s320/FatherChild1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487525370833617762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom often used to say – oh! you love your dad more than me! ‘&lt;br /&gt;and I would say, mom! you know that I love you but Dad, is also so  nice…! So many times I repeat all these elements to my mom as how he  loved her, proposed her, married her and then all his deeds followed for  her happiness and she will feel proud about her husband…!&lt;br /&gt;That is what I miss in today’s family and relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish those father’s a very happy father’s day – who have  kids yet they are not able to meet them due to legal issues or others,  or who live with their kids yet they see how their kids are not able to  express the love because if mom will see that she will feel bad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s tough to live like that and I salute those father’s who live  with that love in their heart!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us  fathers and sons” ~ Johann Schiller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-1858758612171046386?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1858758612171046386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=1858758612171046386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1858758612171046386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1858758612171046386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/dad-youre-someone-to-look-up-to-no.html' title='Dad, you’re someone to look up to no matter how tall I’ve grown'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TCea7EfUFAI/AAAAAAAAXrg/O9VVG-b-GIc/s72-c/father-and-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-2802848869335579418</id><published>2009-01-26T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:02:13.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fizadawn.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>“Moving fast is not the same as going somewhere.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SX6B7dkOJEI/AAAAAAAAEmg/w5vsfPODJJg/s1600-h/movinghouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295813070383096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SX6B7dkOJEI/AAAAAAAAEmg/w5vsfPODJJg/s320/movinghouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends, it's been a while since I am planning to move to wordpress and time didn't permit or something or the other came up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I could do some moving with my friends help and so please welcome to my new home at&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fizadawn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://fizadawn.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look forward to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls” ~ Khalil Jibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SX6B3skHy7I/AAAAAAAAEmY/IgOsEv5xh4g/s1600-h/moving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295813005689736114" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRt_eDigI/AAAAAAAAElg/TlONGXeUarE/s320/HandsHoldingLight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John had the perfect opportunity to express his feelings and he did. James decided to fly to India and meet John in person.&lt;br /&gt;Both were very happy – when they met they felt they are made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;John took James to most of the places and showed around and this gave them a good chance to know each other well.&lt;br /&gt;James after spending one month in India with John had to leave for US. He told John to think about the relationship seriously and things should work out well in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.” ~ Alfred Adler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was very happy though he was sad that James is leaving but looking at the positive aspect John felt relaxed and peace at heart.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was then when, in US the gay-marriage bill got passed and everyone was getting married left and right :), when James insisted John to fly to US.&lt;br /&gt;John was not able to do so and a time came where James gave an ultimatum to his partner that if he doesn’t make up his mind in 2 weeks he is going to split ways with him.&lt;br /&gt;John tried to explain him on what basis he can come there and other hurdles that he has but all in vain. James moved on with his life and John again lonely and sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.” ~ Frank Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRnZ82P5I/AAAAAAAAElY/PoMxHYrI9IE/s1600-h/rainbow-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294634049350287250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRnZ82P5I/AAAAAAAAElY/PoMxHYrI9IE/s320/rainbow-book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John was not sure if this is how his life going to be? Is he ever going to find a partner with whom he can share his life and live ever after? But as nature teaches all, he also consoled himself about the reality and tried to look happiness in taking care of his parents and meeting his elder brother and family.&lt;br /&gt;Life moved on, John started spending most of his time in making paintings and sketches. He was indeed very good at it. Friends started asking him to make their portrait and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;One day John met a guy called Naresh, who seemed to be a very nice guy. John always have this fear that he doesn’t want to fall for anything and so he was more concentrated at his work and paintings. One day Naresh told him that he is a gay. John was surprised but was happy too. John and Naresh they had mutual feelings for each other and hence they started dating each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John wanted to know if Naresh has said this to his family. Naresh had only disclosed this to John and no one else. Naresh used to send thousands of  sms to John and he used to make so many calls to John when they are not together.&lt;br /&gt;One day Naresh called John to his home as his car was in the garage and he needed the lift to work. John went to his house when he saw a girl in who opened the door at the knock. Naresh immediately came out and said let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness.” ~ Baruch Spinoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was bothering John very much and so John asked Naresh – ‘Naresh, who is that girl in your house who just opened the door?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh said – ‘oh! I forgot to tell you I live with my cousin sister.’&lt;br /&gt;John asked – ‘does she know about you that you are a gay?’&lt;br /&gt;Naresh - ‘hey! No way!! If I tell her she will tell to everyone in the family and my parents will kill me’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.” ~Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRi2GGqdI/AAAAAAAAElQ/1gBDIlLhxCg/s1600-h/holding_hands-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294633971005958610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRi2GGqdI/AAAAAAAAElQ/1gBDIlLhxCg/s320/holding_hands-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John was a bit baffled at this. But he was okay when he thought about the difficulties one has to face.&lt;br /&gt;Time was flying, John was very happy with this relationship as he felt he got someone who is in the city and he has no pressure to leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day John thought why not Naresh and I move in to one apartment so that he doesn’t have to go all the way to Naresh’s house to pick him up for work. John thought he will discuss this with Naresh in the evening and he started getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John’s cell phone used to buzz all the time as Naresh used to send him thousands of sms and John used to feel very secure and protective in the company of Naresh.&lt;br /&gt;It was evening when Naresh and John decided to have a coffee and they were talking about the nice coffee, the weather and above all about each other, when John said – ‘I have an idea…if you’re okay with it?’ and he paused to get the yes response from Naresh.&lt;br /&gt;Naresh said – ‘Yes, go ahead. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.” ~ Dorothy Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpReDUYscI/AAAAAAAAElI/XKqaOf5869E/s1600-h/12114360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294633888656175554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpReDUYscI/AAAAAAAAElI/XKqaOf5869E/s320/12114360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John said, I was thinking why don’t you move into my apartment that way I don’t have to come to your house all the time and your cousin sister will wonder always who I am! And more over we will have more time for each other.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh at this a bit hesitated but he recovered quickly and said let me think over.&lt;br /&gt;Next day Naresh called John and said he has some work so he is not going to work. This gave the indication that John need not go to pick up Naresh. John said- ‘no worries! I will come and see you in the evening, to this Naresh responded no I will be out of town and I will call you once I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRVUewyeI/AAAAAAAAElA/iKD__MvfP9s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294633738644277730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRVUewyeI/AAAAAAAAElA/iKD__MvfP9s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sudden change and plans made John a bit doubtful. He asked Naresh what it is. Naresh kept on saying some family matter has come up and he has to visit his parents.&lt;br /&gt;John thought there might be something important and he said- ‘you know my number so if anything you need do call me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh assured John that he will be back in couple of weeks and need not be worried and he went to his home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Life is a quest and love a quarrel ...” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-241123349960695884?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/241123349960695884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=241123349960695884&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/241123349960695884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/241123349960695884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-all-trust-few.html' title='&quot;Love all, trust a few&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXpRt_eDigI/AAAAAAAAElg/TlONGXeUarE/s72-c/HandsHoldingLight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7958751980381334036</id><published>2009-01-22T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:30:59.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is life'/><title type='text'>"Who would give a law to lovers?  Love is unto itself a higher law"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlh7_xCjjI/AAAAAAAAEk4/idwWNCZbrcI/s1600-h/ParentingGay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370520308026930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlh7_xCjjI/AAAAAAAAEk4/idwWNCZbrcI/s320/ParentingGay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When John was a kid he used to be very playful all the time. I remember his elder brother or his dad if they see him playing they used to ask him – ‘Don’t you have anything to study? Go and study!’ and John used to shy away thinking its better to get out of this place before getting embarrassed more in front of the neighboring kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very friendly with girls and his plays used to be some what girly too but no one noticed until John grew up to figure out that he likes girls but he is not attracted towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you John is very talented in what he does and that is painting. I often felt that being the young boy no one took him very seriously. Everyone treated him like a kid – I wish I was there for him when he needed a friend instead of any elderly person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John realized that marriage and girls are not for him. He accepted this fact and tried to share with his friends who can understand but with others he couldn’t and hence he always kept quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.” ~Tennessee Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlh3BqwfRI/AAAAAAAAEkw/voYUzQBzsEk/s1600-h/rain_and_sunshine_quotes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370434919202066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlh3BqwfRI/AAAAAAAAEkw/voYUzQBzsEk/s320/rain_and_sunshine_quotes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living in a society where being gay is not only a shameful thing but a crime too – what one can expect? John, many times had to face people who are of his fathers or mothers age, asking him – ‘John do you have any girlfriend?’ and John used to say ‘No!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this answer used to lead them to ask then why don’t you get married? Haha imagine a guy who doesn’t have a girl friend isn’t that sufficient to let them know that he may not be interested or may be he hasn’t found one yet…but Marriage??? Boy that’s a big thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;He always used to shy away by saying – no! Haven’t found one that I like!!! Or have fallen for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while John travelled to different places for work related affairs and ended up in Mumbai training people for different Call Center jobs and during such time John met someone online whom he started liking, Someone who also understood his feelings and shared his happiness with John. It was like a dream come true for John as he never thought he would find someone with whom he can share his feelings, his happiness and living so far. His name is James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlhpwf0JOI/AAAAAAAAEko/LuCEn0r1jHY/s1600-h/ist2_1349067-tatto-heart-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294370206971602146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlhpwf0JOI/AAAAAAAAEko/LuCEn0r1jHY/s320/ist2_1349067-tatto-heart-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James lives in US and he works in fashion designing and is very creative and successful with his work. By chatting online for long hours and with day and night phone calls, it was very obvious cupid has stuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was growing from a seed to a small plant. As much John was eager to meet so was James too. James with his busy schedule often used to ask – John! Dear why don’t you come to US and then we can live happily here and you don’t have to work so hard also as I earn good to take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John always try his best to explain as how difficult it is to get a US visa and even if he has to make a tourist visit, it’s not that easy as people from US try to fly to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth. “ ~Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough for James to understand as he never went to India and he has no idea about the outside world than US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John in return always wanted to tell James to come to India but he always hesitated either with the fear that James will say that he is busy or straight refuse to him.&lt;br /&gt;Today when James called John – John decided to tell what’s in his heart. After all the sweet talk on the phone, James felt his friend seems to be a bit gloomy and he said, ‘John what’s it that’s bothering you? Tell me and if you don’t then I will come there by myself and find out :)&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment that John was looking for!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.” ~ Ann Landers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7958751980381334036?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7958751980381334036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7958751980381334036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7958751980381334036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7958751980381334036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-would-give-law-to-lovers-love-is.html' title='&quot;Who would give a law to lovers?  Love is unto itself a higher law&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXlh7_xCjjI/AAAAAAAAEk4/idwWNCZbrcI/s72-c/ParentingGay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3918792176879352665</id><published>2009-01-20T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:44:26.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 20th 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Historic Moment'/><title type='text'>"Once you choose hope, anything's possible"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn-6O3AwI/AAAAAAAAEkE/dcBZwkMDAKE/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293462373757551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn-6O3AwI/AAAAAAAAEkE/dcBZwkMDAKE/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the beginning of a new era, new hope, and new expectations and over all a lot of speculations. I am sure the World witnessed it and everyone is hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn7e0gMDI/AAAAAAAAEj8/3u-65Z3tq14/s1600-h/BARACK-hope-POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293462314859638834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn7e0gMDI/AAAAAAAAEj8/3u-65Z3tq14/s320/BARACK-hope-POSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I look at it, I feel the emotions of the people who remembered their forefathers who suffered in many ways. Imagine, where one’s hand is not even shaken, one cannot even go and study in the same school where a white man studies and so many such stories – there today, a colored person is taking oath as a President of that Country – words are few to express the moments but those who have lived the past moments of differences and have grown old to see today can only express through their emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” ~ Allan K Chalmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn13knZHI/AAAAAAAAEj0/D7WWKb4FotE/s1600-h/WT200710108020027H3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293462218424673394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn13knZHI/AAAAAAAAEj0/D7WWKb4FotE/s320/WT200710108020027H3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember as a kid when I was taught how our great grand parents and leaders of those times who fought to bring independence to the country – they gave their life so that we can live a better life – that’s the exact words I heard from the &lt;em&gt;President Barack Hussein Obama&lt;/em&gt; and I didn’t feel anything different but the feeling is same and respect is same towards those who sacrificed their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate America, &lt;em&gt;President Barack H Obama and Vice President Joe Biden&lt;/em&gt; for today January 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“We have a problem. 'Congratulations.' But it's a tough problem. 'Then double congratulations'” ~ W Clement Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3918792176879352665?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3918792176879352665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3918792176879352665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3918792176879352665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3918792176879352665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-you-choose-hope-anythings-possible.html' title='&quot;Once you choose hope, anything&apos;s possible&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SXYn-6O3AwI/AAAAAAAAEkE/dcBZwkMDAKE/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6616468638418211540</id><published>2009-01-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:10:28.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friends and Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer and Strength'/><title type='text'>“Courage is fear that has said its prayers.”</title><content type='html'>I am coming back after a long gap. Many reasons to add to it, as work one aspect and besides work when it was holidays I spent some quality time with family and travelled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;As much travelling increases your knowledge about places, it teaches many things about life too. Just like how you can be high and topsy - turvy in a roller coaster ride and the next moment you are down holding your breath as if the heart is trying to slip into your stomach!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is fun when you think of such rides in Disney or other entertainment recreations but when this is with life; it is very tough to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” ~ Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SWKghdHC0SI/AAAAAAAADgE/qBWu2_Akz2I/s1600-h/Prayers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287965409096683810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SWKghdHC0SI/AAAAAAAADgE/qBWu2_Akz2I/s320/Prayers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I say ‘tough’ it is not just mere a word believe me it is hard. I don’t remember when was the last time that I had tears in my eyes for a friend…well, that tells that my friends are doing good as far I know! But this friend of mine, a very sober – soft spoken…believe me I have often thought in my own mind as how this friend of mine would be talking if she is mad at someone or if she wants to scold her kids…believe me I have not figured that out because this person is never like that.&lt;br /&gt;This person has a gem of a heart which is always thinking to help others and yes, she did care for me how I can forget that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” ~ MK Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to tell my friends out here is my this special friend is going through a bit hard time and I want you all to pray for my friend’s happiness, peace and good health. I know my friend is strong and tough and I am proud of her for what she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.” ~ Arthur Rubinstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6616468638418211540?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6616468638418211540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6616468638418211540&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6616468638418211540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6616468638418211540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/courage-is-fear-that-has-said-its.html' title='“Courage is fear that has said its prayers.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SWKghdHC0SI/AAAAAAAADgE/qBWu2_Akz2I/s72-c/Prayers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6469497885447121553</id><published>2008-12-23T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:47:32.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating Culture and Festivities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><title type='text'>"Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It’s been very busy month for me with the release and then supporting the production. But then it's that time of the year for planning your Holiday Parties and family gatherings and I would like to wish you All….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMjbPR3BI/AAAAAAAADfY/8-M3QmLl-Jo/s1600-h/greeting-networking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283088009373277202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMjbPR3BI/AAAAAAAADfY/8-M3QmLl-Jo/s320/greeting-networking1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; “Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love” ~ Hamilton Wright Mabie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMZZKXoBI/AAAAAAAADfQ/qcG0NHpiElQ/s1600-h/merry_christmas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283087837017120786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMZZKXoBI/AAAAAAAADfQ/qcG0NHpiElQ/s320/merry_christmas-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMSF1maOI/AAAAAAAADfI/xLBP37eaBoc/s1600-h/sg1110.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283087711570651362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMSF1maOI/AAAAAAAADfI/xLBP37eaBoc/s320/sg1110.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283089780588674178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFOKhh7_II/AAAAAAAADfg/3rAAI2uULvU/s320/gfon224l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMJbcwWqI/AAAAAAAADfA/MR11c9JJ7vQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283087562753202850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMJbcwWqI/AAAAAAAADfA/MR11c9JJ7vQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May this holiday season bring all the near ones closer to each other to add more love and peace upon this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ enjoy with food, drinks, gifts and lots of fun but make sure you are all safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6469497885447121553?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6469497885447121553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6469497885447121553&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6469497885447121553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6469497885447121553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember-this-december-that-love-weighs.html' title='&quot;Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold!&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SVFMjbPR3BI/AAAAAAAADfY/8-M3QmLl-Jo/s72-c/greeting-networking1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-348630508634888326</id><published>2008-12-01T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:46:21.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry Book Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNITY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORLD AIDS DAY'/><title type='text'>"We need to band together as a unit every day, especially to conquer the strength of the AIDS virus."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRoCECCXQI/AAAAAAAACxQ/iYue27_ve4o/s1600-h/RedRibbonWeekStickerRed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955448209005826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRoCECCXQI/AAAAAAAACxQ/iYue27_ve4o/s320/RedRibbonWeekStickerRed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Ribbon is the symbol of solidarity of people living with HIV/AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pledge HIV/AIDS we will stop and keep our promise intact.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many kids who have been infected through their birth and we should help those kids to come up in life. Our support and love will help them stand together in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Love is a promise; love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.” ~ John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRn-zU7WsI/AAAAAAAACxI/heVgiR1Mk58/s1600-h/red_ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955392185227970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRn-zU7WsI/AAAAAAAACxI/heVgiR1Mk58/s320/red_ribbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;‘Khawabon Ki Zameen’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Land Of Dreams) is behind this cause and I feel proud for those of my friends who have helped me in helping these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;‘Thank You’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is short but only those HIV/AIDS suffering kids will understand what it means to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRn5xfRhMI/AAAAAAAACxA/qh5k5JtTzAY/s1600-h/ATYAAACA2FtboZb7cUi8uesS5IkanwaUIopKOlZgfn6v43hrH8FDfErPqYj5qVXC4MY4ZGymQRUl-39fWwaHIlqTPMofAJtU9VDN09g5bY_au1AaEXiMyt_4IQZJZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955305792406722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRn5xfRhMI/AAAAAAAACxA/qh5k5JtTzAY/s320/ATYAAACA2FtboZb7cUi8uesS5IkanwaUIopKOlZgfn6v43hrH8FDfErPqYj5qVXC4MY4ZGymQRUl-39fWwaHIlqTPMofAJtU9VDN09g5bY_au1AaEXiMyt_4IQZJZQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s unite and eradicate this from our society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“So powerful is the light of unity that it can illuminate the whole earth.” ~ Baha’u’llah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-348630508634888326?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/348630508634888326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=348630508634888326&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/348630508634888326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/348630508634888326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-need-to-band-together-as-unit-every.html' title='&quot;We need to band together as a unit every day, especially to conquer the strength of the AIDS virus.&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/STRoCECCXQI/AAAAAAAACxQ/iYue27_ve4o/s72-c/RedRibbonWeekStickerRed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4788641698684043324</id><published>2008-11-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:06:42.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call Center'/><title type='text'>"If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4PH6nmqI/AAAAAAAACQo/NdfKN5myDsE/s1600-h/51c6L-KKrCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272721464962292386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4PH6nmqI/AAAAAAAACQo/NdfKN5myDsE/s320/51c6L-KKrCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you read this book by Chetan Bhagat, ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One night @ the call center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’- As always the book is always interesting than movie, because the author is writing the story with all his controls and senses where as when it becomes a movie, there are minor things that is important from the book’s perspective than in movie and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;I will say, I liked the movie 'Hello' as one time watch and that’s it. There are some good actors who have shown their sincere work such as Sherman Joshi, Sarath Saxena, Gul Panag, Suresh Menon (a talent wasted) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"What we become depends on what we read after all the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is the collection of books." ~ Thomas Carlyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4LXVZbZI/AAAAAAAACQg/-DmzwQcIds4/s1600-h/wall_800x600_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272721400381664658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4LXVZbZI/AAAAAAAACQg/-DmzwQcIds4/s320/wall_800x600_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides, that I didn’t like the point where they are trying to show that Americans are fools – now am not sure if people do call for things like washing there garments in the dish washer asking why I shouldn’t be able to do so?? Duh!! Can you imagine? Who will make such a call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Showing-off is the fool’s idea of glory” ~ Bruce Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4H7mCiJI/AAAAAAAACQY/99bRJQj4yMg/s1600-h/still3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272721341395667090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4H7mCiJI/AAAAAAAACQY/99bRJQj4yMg/s320/still3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another instance where to save people from lay –offs these 6 characters in this movie, they ask for more call volume (in call center the more volume of calls comes in more agents you need to attend them as customer service is supposed to be ….excellent and waiting period should not be more than a minute). Having said that, the callers are alarmed by saying that there is a virus attack on America and they should always call first them and only then use there appliances.&lt;br /&gt;What rubbish? The moment this statement came out in the movie, I lost interest as this is not some kids’ movie…where you are trying to fool someone and trying to be smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all you cannot make such a wrong statement and fool the whole Americans and secondly, by saying so you are spreading terrorism! And I am totally against such chaos that they were trying to create mere to get those loads of call volumes in the call center and keep the jobs safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Today the ringing of the telephone takes precedence over everything. It reaches a point of terrorism, particularly at dinnertime.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4DLUCYRI/AAAAAAAACQQ/7a1q63aQAvI/s1600-h/hello-hindi-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272721259715780882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4DLUCYRI/AAAAAAAACQQ/7a1q63aQAvI/s320/hello-hindi-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have worked in a Call Center in Canada and been in the Electronic Banking industry for long and I will say, people do have issues personal or career –wise but I don’t think anyone would react as it shows in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atul Agnihotri, who made this movie, has added few celebrities and one can see that is to just hype the market value of this nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie, which is good for watching once but it upsets one’s mood too at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The spirit of democracy cannot be established in the midst of terrorism, whether governmental or popular.” ~ Mohandas Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4788641698684043324?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4788641698684043324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4788641698684043324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4788641698684043324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4788641698684043324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-phone-doesnt-ring-its-me.html' title='&quot;If The Phone Doesn&apos;t Ring, It&apos;s Me&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SSx4PH6nmqI/AAAAAAAACQo/NdfKN5myDsE/s72-c/51c6L-KKrCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3015927616323048961</id><published>2008-11-19T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:07:12.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>“History shows that there are no invincible armies.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST-FnqFL3I/AAAAAAAABnA/yns-sx3NKi0/s1600-h/orderoflenin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616836428607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST-FnqFL3I/AAAAAAAABnA/yns-sx3NKi0/s320/orderoflenin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was still hanging there with Mr Bond when my friend brought this movie called ‘Archangel’. The name didn’t interest me but still I thought let’s see what it is and when I see Daniel …lol! Boy I couldn’t stop smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be an interesting especially with my interest in History as regards to Stalin and Adolf …I really enjoyed this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.” ~ Joseph Stalin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616696411651762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST99eDb_rI/AAAAAAAABm4/wrhcnhEvxvs/s320/B000I8OOK6.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V41089124_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was more or less like a thriller entertainment, It is after nearly a half-a-century of silence, the final secret of Josef Stalin reveals itself to a former Oxford historian who is attending a Russian conference for the newly opened Soviet archives in a tense international thriller starring (Daniel Craig), Fluke Kelso is on his way out of Russia when an unexpected visit from an ex-officer of the Soviet Secret Police offers hints of a deadly scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.” ~ Joseph Stalin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST3Qz1mmiI/AAAAAAAABmY/9_azsFWUp3Y/s1600-h/c1_archangel_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609332095326754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST3Qz1mmiI/AAAAAAAABmY/9_azsFWUp3Y/s320/c1_archangel_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, when the mysterious former agent is found brutally slain, Kelso enlists the aid of the man's daughter Zinaida in finding the answer to a mystery that was presumably buried along with the Soviet Union dictator back in 1953. When Fluke and Zinaida travel to the remote Russian seaport of Archangel in search of the elusive truth, the vengeance of both the Russian authorities and the dangerous underworld threatens to silence them both and keep Stalin's secret buried for yet another half-a-century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds interesting then I would say you must see this movie for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem.” ~ Joseph Stalin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3015927616323048961?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3015927616323048961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3015927616323048961&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3015927616323048961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3015927616323048961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-shows-that-there-are-no.html' title='“History shows that there are no invincible armies.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SST-FnqFL3I/AAAAAAAABnA/yns-sx3NKi0/s72-c/orderoflenin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4266125188774195306</id><published>2008-11-15T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:02:15.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='007'/><title type='text'>"I thought Christmas only came once a year." (The World is Not Enough)</title><content type='html'>Last week was very busy and I know next week is going to be the same or may be even worse…! Friday there was a party from work in appreciation of all the hard work. I thought I will have a glance at everyone by attending but alas! IT world and …no issue! impossible :D..! I had to wait to figure out and verify the issue and by that time it was quite a bit late to go for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HbOyYmPI/AAAAAAAABl0/2Z4yeWux5co/s1600-h/james-bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268938253454055666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HbOyYmPI/AAAAAAAABl0/2Z4yeWux5co/s320/james-bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to drive home and guess what! Mr. Bond was in mind since morning as I knew the movie is released. As usual …being the bond gal ;) I kept my trend of watching Bond Movie the day it is released. Late night show but yes I had to watch this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” ~ Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HTA1Rz6I/AAAAAAAABls/pKQd0KZpIX0/s1600-h/14quantum.xlarge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268938112269143970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HTA1Rz6I/AAAAAAAABls/pKQd0KZpIX0/s320/14quantum.xlarge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was disappointed when I didn’t see the Bond music the legendary music which they only showed at the end of the movie…! Another thing which made me feel sad was when Bond was not having Martini shaken but not stirred…instead he was having all kinds of cocktail drink with lemon …gosh! All this made me disappointed though Mr Bond kept everything sizzling and hot ..lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Do you know a lot about guns, Mister Bond?” “No, I know a lot about women” ;) That’s James Bond …lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HN9N0ZpI/AAAAAAAABlk/-CVHu9L8tR0/s1600-h/quantum_of_solace_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268938025398986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HN9N0ZpI/AAAAAAAABlk/-CVHu9L8tR0/s320/quantum_of_solace_083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I just love Daniel Craig as Bond, I love his style of walking…his action –just amazing!!! Bolivia, Haiti, Austria and Italy are featured - nice tourist effect. I also liked the villain of this movie, the French actor Mathieu Amalric, who plays Dominic Greene in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8G7DKtqSI/AAAAAAAABlc/3tm1rALLSaw/s1600-h/quantum-of-solice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937700579060002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8G7DKtqSI/AAAAAAAABlc/3tm1rALLSaw/s320/quantum-of-solice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quantum of Solace’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, means something like a measure of comfort. For Bond lovers a must see movie ;)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every bit of it, a Friday ended very well even though the week was hectic ;) small incentives to look forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8G0QZtb5I/AAAAAAAABlU/fOgraLo75CI/s1600-h/jamesbond.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268937583872536466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8G0QZtb5I/AAAAAAAABlU/fOgraLo75CI/s320/jamesbond.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; “You have always been a cunning linguist, James.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4266125188774195306?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4266125188774195306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4266125188774195306&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4266125188774195306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4266125188774195306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought-christmas-only-came-once-year.html' title='&quot;I thought Christmas only came once a year.&quot; (The World is Not Enough)'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SR8HbOyYmPI/AAAAAAAABl0/2Z4yeWux5co/s72-c/james-bond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-815974326538467111</id><published>2008-11-04T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:02:57.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections and The Mockery'/><title type='text'>"No harm's done to history by making it something someone would want to read"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREvZdbZfgI/AAAAAAAABlM/Zx1cPvZClRg/s1600-h/election.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041553815600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREvZdbZfgI/AAAAAAAABlM/Zx1cPvZClRg/s320/election.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.” ~Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREvAld4TrI/AAAAAAAABlE/O6MgOP9uv00/s1600-h/CARI.Obama.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041126476762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREvAld4TrI/AAAAAAAABlE/O6MgOP9uv00/s320/CARI.Obama.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;America creates history!!! Yes, it happened as one day it was destined to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Being a Canadian citizen I didn’t vote but being on that side of the fence, election in America had always been comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Vote for the man who promises least. He'll be the least disappointing” ~ Bernard Baruch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREu3gRT-sI/AAAAAAAABk8/_cdE_GHCjUU/s1600-h/AP_obamccain32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265040970463050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREu3gRT-sI/AAAAAAAABk8/_cdE_GHCjUU/s320/AP_obamccain32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember last I was happy with American Election, when Bill Clinton had his victory. After that what ever happened we all know and it came to a point where America - a powerful nation became a topic of comedy. But now, I am happy for America and for Obama. The change is here and it is for good we all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“False history gets made all day, any day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the truth of the new is never on the news.” ~Adrienne Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREut8fTQUI/AAAAAAAABk0/IFNVMUrU28o/s1600-h/060922_BarackObama_Xtrawide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265040806239224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SREut8fTQUI/AAAAAAAABk0/IFNVMUrU28o/s320/060922_BarackObama_Xtrawide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I congratulate America and Obama, I will convey my sincere respect for McCain as what he said in tonight’s speech.&lt;br /&gt;He is the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Congratulations again!!!! Hope begins now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. 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You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DyN6dGKI/AAAAAAAABks/e5sHYYyR4x4/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263938069473335458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DyN6dGKI/AAAAAAAABks/e5sHYYyR4x4/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weekend it’s going to rain – that’s what they said in the news for weather forecasting.&lt;br /&gt;I was more excited about the rains, as my friends know by now how crazy I am about rains and going in rains ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Into each life some rain must fall.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DlKpfmPI/AAAAAAAABkk/dIDvA1EV3nU/s1600-h/1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263937845258590450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DlKpfmPI/AAAAAAAABkk/dIDvA1EV3nU/s320/1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday was Halloween and I had a full day enjoyment, especially at work with the costumes and pot-luck and then in the evening going around as a witch for trick or treat ;)&lt;br /&gt;I can say I didn’t miss Canada this time or shall I say life is rocking once again like in Canada lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.”  ~Rachel Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1Dg0ESGRI/AAAAAAAABkc/kiGMFaTu2S4/s1600-h/nilstn_lge.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263937770477459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1Dg0ESGRI/AAAAAAAABkc/kiGMFaTu2S4/s320/nilstn_lge.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning it was raining, I felt after the rain mountains became clearer and distinct – looks awesome! I had some cleaning done and then what…I felt like having a drive to the Niles, the lane where once upon a time silent motions picture used to shoot their movies along with Charlie Chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking and my neighbor pings me on chat, how about going for a manicure …lol,&lt;br /&gt;as she is getting bored at home. Well, I was looking for a way to get out and yes, the rain was there, and still we drove by to Niles, got done our nails and had a good walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DZkZPaBI/AAAAAAAABkU/eSNZk82CFZA/s1600-h/niles+blvd+clock[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263937646011312146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DZkZPaBI/AAAAAAAABkU/eSNZk82CFZA/s320/niles+blvd+clock%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever tried, walking in the rain and then getting in to the coffee shop have a sip of it and watch the rain from the window pane. I was amazed people were out walking with their umbrellas even though it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Like water is life for plants similarly it was life for people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rainy day spent well in rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DGPh1YWI/AAAAAAAABkM/xNtFbCleVUA/s1600-h/Rain20Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263937313992696162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DGPh1YWI/AAAAAAAABkM/xNtFbCleVUA/s320/Rain20Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; What a wonderful feeling, I'm happy again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7593023462331209052?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7593023462331209052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7593023462331209052&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7593023462331209052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7593023462331209052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-like-rainbow-you-need-both-sun.html' title='“Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQ1DyN6dGKI/AAAAAAAABks/e5sHYYyR4x4/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4817073340609218468</id><published>2008-10-27T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:20:31.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival of Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaEDQxvRWI/AAAAAAAABkE/ytSCm5WL93U/s1600-h/couple-driving.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262038406207063394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaEDQxvRWI/AAAAAAAABkE/ytSCm5WL93U/s320/couple-driving.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a real story but the names used here has no connection with reality ;)&lt;br /&gt;Raj and Nimmi just got married and they were setting up their home with love.&lt;br /&gt;After all those party and celebrations, it was time to set home – where Raj and Nimmi were going to live together. Both had good selections and choices too.&lt;br /&gt;If one wanted to paint the room in pink the other wanted to paint it in Red. But what you do if both have one room to stay as their bedroom :)!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway both had a compromise and they settled for a maroon paint in their bedroom ;)&lt;br /&gt;Weekend came and both went for early shopping.&lt;br /&gt;As soon they parked their car and were walking towards the shop, Nimmi found a wallet lying down. Nimmi, quickly took it and started looking around where as Raj is very unusual to do this as he doesn’t want to mind with others business and doesn’t want anyone else to indulge in his business.&lt;br /&gt;Nimmi said to Raj, ‘Look! Someone lost their wallet and we should hand over this so that it reaches to the right person’.&lt;br /&gt;Raj, the moment he saw this he got very angry and he said to Nimmi, ‘what’s the need to pick that’. You should have left it out there; we don’t know whose it is and why bother with all these things’.&lt;br /&gt;Nimmi, didn’t like this at all, as her intention is to make sure this wallet reaches to the right person. She took the wallet and walked into the shop thinking, she will find the person. Raj, with his usual tensed face, said,’ don’t worry we will hand this over to the lost and found section’.&lt;br /&gt;Both with that intention, walked into the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaD-bycYsI/AAAAAAAABj8/ACG4xONoxts/s1600-h/sighmon-lost-and-found.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262038323263464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaD-bycYsI/AAAAAAAABj8/ACG4xONoxts/s320/sighmon-lost-and-found.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they both started looking around both forgot about this wallet and they started looking around for things for their house. Raj spent a lot of money for sure as he had lot of stuff to carry in his car.&lt;br /&gt;Nimmi and Raj both drove back home with the thought that day is still young and they will be able to fix all the furniture and paint in their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;They were half-way through to home when Nimmi remembered about the wallet. She said, Raj! What about this wallet?&lt;br /&gt;The moment Raj looked at the wallet he got angry again, saying why you had to pick this. You should have left this there itself. Nimmi, without listening to Raj, started looking into the wallet. She was trying to find if there is any way to contact the person or at least the address where she can mail it or so.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wallet of a lady who was travelling and she was almost 70 years old. Nimmi felt, the lady must be very much worried about her wallet. Even though there wasn’t any money in the wallet, it had couple of credit cards and health care insurance cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj, said let’s give this to cops and let them handle. Suddenly, Raj thought no! Then the cop will ask why didn’t you guys give it to the shop itself? All these queries and doubts kept him worried. He decided and conveyed his verdict to Nimmi that we are going to throw it in garbage and we will think this incident never took place in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimmi, at this moment was only thinking about the lady – what she must be going through! What if she needs some medical attention and all her stuff is in this wallet? All these kept her bothering and she felt like so much under pressure and tension and above all Raj’s decision to throw it in the garbage – made her scarred and restless.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway either way, both were disturbed. Raj, somehow tried his best to change the topic and create a peaceful moment. It didn’t help Nimmi, she was still in thoughts and with a worried face.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Raj asked what is it that you want? What will make you happy? Will you be happy if we return this to the same shop? And Nimmi’s response with a big smile was ‘Yes’ in the manner of a nod.&lt;br /&gt;They both decided to drive back all the way and straight they went to the shop. They found couple of helpers of the shop was at the counter where Nimmi went and said we found this wallet in the parking lot. The guys first said ‘Thank you so much’ and the other guy immediately called the lady to confirm her about her lost wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Nimmi felt as if tons of load was on her head and now its so light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“As long as you derive inner help and comfort from anything, keep it”. ~ M.K. Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how much that lady was worried and still had hope that someone will return it?&lt;br /&gt;When I came to know about this incident, I was only thinking about the lady as I have experienced this in my life and boy! Its really horrible, specially when you have all your confidential matters are stocked in your wallet. Luckily, in my time there was someone like Nimmi, who drove to my house with the help of the address on my driving license and gave it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaCC11c-LI/AAAAAAAABj0/WRu6S9QSEbo/s1600-h/image004[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262036199951628466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaCC11c-LI/AAAAAAAABj0/WRu6S9QSEbo/s320/image004%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion to people is please don’t think like Raj because you don’t know what Nimmi did by giving it back instead of thinking all the trouble and  consequences on self – think about the person who has actually lost their belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to share my belongings with you all and that is for this light of festival – Diwali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May this light of happiness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;light up your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May this Diwali be the most sparkling and lightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sights and sounds filling up your heart with joy and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wishing you and your family a very Happy and SAFE Diwali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4817073340609218468?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4817073340609218468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4817073340609218468&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4817073340609218468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4817073340609218468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-what-you-read-when-you-dont-have.html' title='“It is what you read when you don&apos;t have to that determines what you will be when you can&apos;t help it.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SQaEDQxvRWI/AAAAAAAABkE/ytSCm5WL93U/s72-c/couple-driving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-5605752750767870935</id><published>2008-10-12T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:12:43.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Neighborhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Neighborhood'/><title type='text'>“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKO2Eb9zfI/AAAAAAAABjs/iiXaUDps6CY/s1600-h/Meet-Neighbors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420774649908722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKO2Eb9zfI/AAAAAAAABjs/iiXaUDps6CY/s320/Meet-Neighbors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s been only two months being in this neighborhood but I feel as if I have been here for a long time. When I moved to this neighborhood, I didn’t know how the neighbors would be…but as the days pass on I get to know them more closely and find that they are so caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is the guy who came up to us saying don’t worry about your lawn, I will cut them for you and then we never had to think about our lawn. Frank and Tim these are the neighbors who live in front of our house and I always see them …it was strange when I didn’t see them for 2-3 days and when I asked Frank who is the father, he said his son Tim is not well and was admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKOdHrQ5GI/AAAAAAAABjk/9OkDDpBF-pQ/s1600-h/campfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420346022650978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKOdHrQ5GI/AAAAAAAABjk/9OkDDpBF-pQ/s320/campfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday we heard he left all of us for his heavenly journey. It was very sad, as I feel he had the charm to get close to people with his helping nature and his great ideas. One would never know when he will go for hunting and bring deer, wild boar, turkey and if nothing then at least fish from fishing. He was a hard working and helping hand for everyone in the neighborhood. The worst thing was that Tim had moved with his father after his mom’s death to support his father and now he himself has left his father alone, what a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKOPcgnyRI/AAAAAAAABjc/Ph8myEsObQM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420111096989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKOPcgnyRI/AAAAAAAABjc/Ph8myEsObQM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the way neighbors are taking care of him is amazing. Wednesday was the service which I attended and I could feel the loss so badly that it literally made me cry. How long do you need to know a person to be close? I learnt that here in two months time.&lt;br /&gt;Friday my neighbor Curtis had a campfire in his backyard which was for Frank specially and we all had a really good time. It was a good time to know the neighbors more closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKMAf858qI/AAAAAAAABjU/70WnWiFQcko/s1600-h/Tim%27s+Tree+Plantation+Ceremony+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256417655299633826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKMAf858qI/AAAAAAAABjU/70WnWiFQcko/s320/Tim%27s+Tree+Plantation+Ceremony+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next morning it was a tree plantation, which was donated by us, all neighbors in remembrance of Tim and planted at the backyard of Frank’s house. All of a sudden I felt I know my neighbors for many years.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had karaoke at our place and then after dinner for the neighbors, we all wanted Frank to have a good time and as good neighbors weekend was the only time that we could spend most with Frank.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday everyone from the neighborhood will have a check with Frank – just to make him know that we all are there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so different if my neighbors were strangers to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-5605752750767870935?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5605752750767870935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=5605752750767870935&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5605752750767870935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5605752750767870935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html' title='“Dream as if you&apos;ll live forever, live as if you&apos;ll die today.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SPKO2Eb9zfI/AAAAAAAABjs/iiXaUDps6CY/s72-c/Meet-Neighbors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7271971712015320960</id><published>2008-10-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:04:30.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections and The Mockery'/><title type='text'>“Fie, fie, you counterfeit. You puppet, you!”</title><content type='html'>These days even though I am busy somehow I am keeping a good track on the election debates between the Presidential Candidates and the VP Candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am interested in American Politics, but as the elections are coming in Canada too and I happily casted my Vote to my candidate Mary Minna from Liberal Party, I felt like comparing between US and Canada elections and the candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I have to say about Obama and John as I felt the dashing Obama was nervous or tired during the debate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZroH_gdwI/AAAAAAAABjI/P_tPXsz1Vuo/s1600-h/117305cf4aee9b4f05423b7285c89edf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253004352458618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZroH_gdwI/AAAAAAAABjI/P_tPXsz1Vuo/s320/117305cf4aee9b4f05423b7285c89edf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But with regards to the VP Candidates debate, where when I heard Sarah Palin….I literally felt it was a show- you know where you can learn by heart some of the speeches and you come and give a solo act performance and based on that people say – wow! What a performance? What a way she used the word ‘you betcha’ and all the time her ‘soccer mom’ comment – I really don’t know what Americans think about her but hey….talking as if she know what a common man needs doesn’t satisfy that she can handle the Country matter and solve things as what she did in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;I felt she had nothing to add with regards to the financial melt down and the nuclear drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Don't show off every day, or you'll stop surprising people. There must always be some novelty left over. The person who displays a little more of it each day keeps up expectations, and no one ever discovers the limits of his talent.” ~ Baltasar Gracian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZoWbPdN4I/AAAAAAAABi4/0eiAXjRWVEA/s1600-h/election+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000749853259650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZoWbPdN4I/AAAAAAAABi4/0eiAXjRWVEA/s320/election+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In stead I felt Senator Biden was much capable, knowledgeable about the situation and felt that he has that intelligence to find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Americans don’t make mistake again in electing the right one ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZoRA2ZizI/AAAAAAAABiw/b3IOfRYb58g/s1600-h/USC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000656869493554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZoRA2ZizI/AAAAAAAABiw/b3IOfRYb58g/s320/USC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; “The leadership instinct you are born with is the backbone. You develop the funny bone and the wishbone that go with it.” ~ Elaine Agather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7271971712015320960?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7271971712015320960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7271971712015320960&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7271971712015320960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7271971712015320960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/fie-fie-you-counterfeit-you-puppet-you.html' title='“Fie, fie, you counterfeit. You puppet, you!”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SOZroH_gdwI/AAAAAAAABjI/P_tPXsz1Vuo/s72-c/117305cf4aee9b4f05423b7285c89edf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7957576576010200889</id><published>2008-09-25T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:59:55.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work and Ethics'/><title type='text'>"Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6OK3PB1I/AAAAAAAABio/uelRIldW3Pg/s1600-h/666-5M20MULES.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250064911971583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6OK3PB1I/AAAAAAAABio/uelRIldW3Pg/s320/666-5M20MULES.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am back from a busy week- trying to close issues, confusions and show stoppers and what not. However, I thought of sharing a story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about a horse and a donkey. There were two horses – Dave and David, who were in the farm working for their master. As we all know how masters are – they will try to get the work done as much as possible. They will not analyze the capacity of the horse or even dividing the work for the horses.&lt;br /&gt;Both the horses were working hard and were tired everyday. One day Dave felt that what are we doing, just work and work and get stressed and then you start another day and so forth. There must be something where we can find some peace and relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave started thinking if I don’t think and work smartly there will be no difference – we horses being called as donkey. Dave shared his views with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was more interested in doing things what the master gave and being the pet of the master. He felt that being a pet of the master will always keep him safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6JFZp7dI/AAAAAAAABig/Gr3TGVuahUg/s1600-h/68073166.9eeE5VX5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250064824605994450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6JFZp7dI/AAAAAAAABig/Gr3TGVuahUg/s320/68073166.9eeE5VX5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David used to work like day and night. He used to lift all the load and pull the cart for his master and at times master will take David for a horse riding as well.&lt;br /&gt;Dave, with a bit of his smart mind started doing things with a difference. He would lift the load not on his back but on the cart and he would take rest in between when ever he got chance and this made him look always with full of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“For every disciplined effort there is a multiple reward.” ~ Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, master started feeling the change. He saw David takes him for the ride but he is dull and slow. He gets tired fast and then master has to shorten his ride and come back home.&lt;br /&gt;One morning master went to ride back on David and David accidentally fall on the ground. Master looked at him and he called the vet to take care and he took Dave this time for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Dave was doing things smartly; he used to take his master for ride at places where there were green grass and lake water to drink. Dave knew his masters likes and dislikes and this place was perfect for his master as master used to get in for hunting deer and Dave used to freshen himself with some water and green grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Planning is bringing the future into the present so that you can do something about it now” ~ Allan Lakein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6EJSP8HI/AAAAAAAABiY/tmq4_A5DbUw/s1600-h/Ardanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250064739749326962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6EJSP8HI/AAAAAAAABiY/tmq4_A5DbUw/s320/Ardanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master started enjoying the ride with Dave and slowly Dave became his favorite pet and David was like a forgotten horse for his master. David recovered from his illness but he couldn’t ever get back to the level where he used to be with his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary is that if we don’t plan and work accordingly and if we fall for such things to be favorite of your boss you might miss many important things related to your work that might bring chaos to the overall work or project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv59vIBc8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/mGrGdP4Lk48/s1600-h/P1050271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250064629647897538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv59vIBc8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/mGrGdP4Lk48/s320/P1050271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking smartly and executing the work appropriately made Dave a perfect horse as compared to David who always thought like a donkey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends will think this story was about a donkey and a horse and I started there were two horses :D….its up to you to think now …;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Every job is a self portrait of the person who does it. Autograph your work with excellence”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7957576576010200889?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7957576576010200889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7957576576010200889&amp;isPopup=true' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7957576576010200889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7957576576010200889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-not-confuse-motion-and-progress.html' title='&quot;Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress&quot;'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNv6OK3PB1I/AAAAAAAABio/uelRIldW3Pg/s72-c/666-5M20MULES.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7834592033470669867</id><published>2008-09-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:21:50.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>“Life is just a chance to grow a soul”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAieBkopfI/AAAAAAAABhs/4YlGE55SHLQ/s1600-h/jmu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246731465100142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAieBkopfI/AAAAAAAABhs/4YlGE55SHLQ/s320/jmu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I was watching this movie&lt;em&gt; ‘Mumbai Meri Jaan’&lt;/em&gt; (Bombay my life).&lt;br /&gt;It basically was showing a bomb-blast and then life in Mumbai how it goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in between when I heard the news about a blast that occurred in New Delhi…and believe me I could feel what it could be as one was watching all this in the movie. The impact to the common people, the fear phobia, the chaos and the sufferings of all, was nothing different for New Delhi people and also the rest of the country too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Bullies are always cowards at heart and may be credited with a pretty safe instinct in scenting their prey.” ~ Anna Julia Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiamATLkI/AAAAAAAABhk/o9CP4RjJh3E/s1600-h/jmu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246731406160375362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiamATLkI/AAAAAAAABhk/o9CP4RjJh3E/s320/jmu4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was sad but two things that this movie was conveying and that too to two set of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiWXXgScI/AAAAAAAABhc/XW02adlHSEI/s1600-h/jmu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246731333511694786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiWXXgScI/AAAAAAAABhc/XW02adlHSEI/s320/jmu5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One, to the people who creates terror in the world that no matter what you do life goes on still may be for a while that spirit is lost but it doesn’t take much time to regain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, to the people who starts searching for a terrorist in their own friends and neighbors and differentiate them from society. Try to show their anger on them and then starts the chaos as that becomes easier for the people to make a country get destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“True religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness.” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiRGGjs0I/AAAAAAAABhU/kRb9vxfyMfA/s1600-h/jmu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246731242977866562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SNAiRGGjs0I/AAAAAAAABhU/kRb9vxfyMfA/s320/jmu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together we can unite and deal with certain issues but we there is issues within ourselves then it’s more dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say a worth watching this movie. The actors are awesome like Paresh Rawal, Menon, Irfan Khan and so forth.  It relates to everyone in the world as it was not only in Mumbai or New Delhi – but the terrorist attacked the WTC in NY too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7mBZPzdOI/AAAAAAAABHE/52OOb_OLa7g/s320/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was wondering this morning when I got up, no matter what ups and downs one has in life it’s the small festivals and cultural events that bring life overall in the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so amazing that ramadaan has started already and others have either Ganesh festival or Onam (in Kerala) and all these colorful events, food and get together programs makes everyone leave their grievances and in-differences and unite them as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Festival of the impassioned efforts and manifold ambitions of all forms of youthful activity of every generation springing from the threshold of life.” ~ Pierre de Coubertin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7l9-ahWHI/AAAAAAAABG8/tcaK5FVcZsY/s1600-h/9-3-2008+12-29-32+PM.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241879869194852466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7l9-ahWHI/AAAAAAAABG8/tcaK5FVcZsY/s320/9-3-2008+12-29-32+PM.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don’t know even if many things I am not able to celebrate but when I see others do, the excitement itself brings a splash of rainbow colors in my heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7l40P02wI/AAAAAAAABG0/QuKknsuUS1Y/s1600-h/onam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241879780566293250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7l40P02wI/AAAAAAAABG0/QuKknsuUS1Y/s320/onam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to wish everyone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Ramadan, Happy Ganesh Chaturthi and Happy Onam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the festivity bring happiness, good health and peace to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“The truth is that existence wants your life to become a festival...because when you are unhappy, you also throw unhappiness all around. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-5009962460931567987?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5009962460931567987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=5009962460931567987&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5009962460931567987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5009962460931567987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-festival-only-to-wise.html' title='Life is festival only to the wise'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SL7mBZPzdOI/AAAAAAAABHE/52OOb_OLa7g/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-1125316637352694391</id><published>2008-09-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:27:26.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxBVCwFh1I/AAAAAAAABGc/W63OJ-Rv3j0/s1600-h/Gilded_Quill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241135896124032850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxBVCwFh1I/AAAAAAAABGc/W63OJ-Rv3j0/s320/Gilded_Quill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I heard people wondering where I get the time to write blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all my blog friends will never ask this and will understand how one does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have understood one thing if one is passionate about something they will make sure they do that – but that doesn’t mean you forget all your other responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my friends who ask this question – I am passionate about writing but that doesn’t mean I don’t do any work at home or shy away from my responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Angela Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxBOZPDt0I/AAAAAAAABGU/F-Mnyyn1Tf8/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241135781900433218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxBOZPDt0I/AAAAAAAABGU/F-Mnyyn1Tf8/s320/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember those days when I used to write posts everyday in blog then things started getting busy, responsibilities increased and my daily writing hobby turned to weeks and months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never achieve anything in life by focusing on only one thing and even if you do so that doesn’t show one’s greatness as completeness is always in doing everything without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.” ~ Hebbel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxA_TjFwNI/AAAAAAAABGM/1gE_juucYA0/s1600-h/Celtic%2520Knot%2520of%2520Motherhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241135522675802322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxA_TjFwNI/AAAAAAAABGM/1gE_juucYA0/s320/Celtic%2520Knot%2520of%2520Motherhood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think if a mother gives birth to a child and then doesn’t take care does that show that mother is a complete mother?&lt;br /&gt;I hear everyone says a mother is great because she carries a child in her womb for 9 months and goes through the pain to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe every mother (human or animal) they if conceived will always goes through the pain to deliver. But then after delivering the kid how a mother takes care of the child is the true motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.” ~ Hamilton Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, when I have some turbulence in my heart and mind I make sure that I put it on paper and if that needs a sacrifice then I will make sure that I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I have written blog when I am at lunch eating with right hand and typing with left! Many times I write after work sitting in the office and so many other moments.&lt;br /&gt;As many times the surrounding people can be encouraging to the writers but can be also creating hindrance by not allowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in expressing as that’s my birth right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-1125316637352694391?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1125316637352694391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=1125316637352694391&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1125316637352694391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1125316637352694391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/write-to-be-understood-speak-to-be.html' title='“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLxBVCwFh1I/AAAAAAAABGc/W63OJ-Rv3j0/s72-c/Gilded_Quill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-2329564260005383790</id><published>2008-08-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:37:21.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Demise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poet'/><title type='text'>“For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSEGITCMMI/AAAAAAAABFs/gmSyt3sYB6o/s1600-h/Faraz-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238957507380129986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSEGITCMMI/AAAAAAAABFs/gmSyt3sYB6o/s320/Faraz-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At times being busy is good as you don’t get to hear or read any news but then how far can you escape from truth.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was busy but today when I checked news, I read Ahmad Faraz died on August 25th, 2008. It is shocking news though I know his health was not so good. But it was one of the best ways to see that we still have great Urdu writing poets, who are compared with Mohammad Iqbal and Faiz like great poets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary”.  ~Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a hungry person running around to read about him and his news, probably to make sure that the news is not just a rumor as I remember this was a rumor one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the emptiness though I have never met the poet personally but Ahmad Faraz being one of my favorite poets, I always kept him near my heart just like Javed sahib and Gulzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSEBmZPQQI/AAAAAAAABFk/s8opIvqgD3A/s1600-h/high-res-faraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238957429559869698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSEBmZPQQI/AAAAAAAABFk/s8opIvqgD3A/s320/high-res-faraz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was born in &lt;a title="Nowshera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nowshera"&gt;Nowshera&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Pakistan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/a&gt; and brother of &lt;a title="Syed Masood Kausar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syed_Masood_Kausar"&gt;Syed Masood Kausar&lt;/a&gt;. In an interview with &lt;a title="Rediff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rediff"&gt;Rediff&lt;/a&gt; he recalls how his father, a teacher, once bought clothes for him on &lt;a title="Eid ul-Fitr" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eid_ul-Fitr"&gt;Eid&lt;/a&gt;. He didn't like the clothes meant for him, but preferred the ones meant for his elder brother. This lead him to write his first couplet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Layen hain sab ke liye kapre sale se (He brought clothes for everybody from the sale)&lt;br /&gt;Layen hain hamare liye kambal jail se (For me he brought a blanket from jail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was told by his parents once to learn mathematics from a female class fellow during the summer vacation. "I was weak in mathematics and geography. I still don't remember maps and roads".&lt;br /&gt;Instead of learning mathematics he played bait-bazi with her, a game in which one person recites a couplet and the other one recites another couplet starting from the last letter of the previous one. He always lost, even though he memorized hundreds of couplets for her, but when he started manufacturing his own couplets she couldn't catch him anymore. Coming from a respectable family of Syeds, descendents of ''Haji Bahadar" a famous saint of &lt;a title="Kohat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kohat"&gt;Kohat&lt;/a&gt;, he moved to &lt;a title="Peshawar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peshawar"&gt;Peshawar&lt;/a&gt; with entire family. Studied in famous &lt;a title="Edwards College" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwards_College"&gt;Edwards College&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Peshawar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peshawar"&gt;Peshawar&lt;/a&gt; and then did his &lt;a title="Master's degree" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master%27s_degree"&gt;Masters&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Urdu language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urdu_language"&gt;Urdu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Persian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persian_language"&gt;Persian&lt;/a&gt;. Initially Syed Ahmad Shah Faraz thus became Ahmed Faraz.&lt;br /&gt;During his college time, &lt;a title="Faiz Ahmed Faiz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faiz_Ahmed_Faiz"&gt;Faiz Ahmed Faiz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Ali Sardar Jafri" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Sardar_Jafri"&gt;Ali Sardar Jafri&lt;/a&gt; were the best progressive poets, who impressed him and became his role models. Ahmed Faraz initially worked as a script writer at &lt;a title="Radio Pakistan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Pakistan"&gt;Radio Pakistan&lt;/a&gt; Peshawar and then moved on to teach &lt;a title="Urdu language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urdu_language"&gt;Urdu&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a title="Peshawar University" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peshawar_University"&gt;Peshawar University&lt;/a&gt;. In 1976, he became the founding Director General (Later Chairman) of &lt;a title="Pakistan Academy of Letters" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan_Academy_of_Letters"&gt;Pakistan Academy of Letters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSCmXB7p9I/AAAAAAAABFc/k1nvNL7vdGE/s1600-h/M2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955862067488722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SLSCmXB7p9I/AAAAAAAABFc/k1nvNL7vdGE/s320/M2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Inna Lillahay Wa Inna IlyehaY Ra'jeoon “ (May his soul rest in peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day I would like to share one of his poetry translated in English and I pay my condolences to his family and his fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Khvaab Marte Nahin (Dreams Do Not Die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dreams do not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are not hearts, nor eyes or breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which shattered, will scatter (or)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die with the death of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams do not die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are light, life, wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which can not be stopped by mountains black,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which do not burn in the hells of cruelty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like light and life and wind, they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not bow down even in graveyards.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are letters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are illumination,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Socrates" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socrates"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Socrates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mansur" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mansur"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mansur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like dreams the poetry never dies….this is what I believe. 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The question is:  what is it teaching?”  ~Nicholas Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3l2LvlZ8I/AAAAAAAABFM/tcHsFH28-j0/s1600-h/kwk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237094660729825218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3l2LvlZ8I/AAAAAAAABFM/tcHsFH28-j0/s320/kwk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was interesting, as I myself like some of his songs but he is been labeled as a nasal singer. More over he initially came up as a composer, music director and then he took to singing and now acting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sonu Nigam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – another great singer who acted in movie but the movie got flop. So he is a successful singer though not an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success”. ~ Bruce Feirstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Himesh’s movie promo was going on I thought is he gone crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I like his some of the songs and let me tell you its awesome and liked by most of them due to the peppiness and it’s different ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3luk1t8XI/AAAAAAAABFE/KcCCM5pnCHw/s1600-h/himesh_reshmiya_karzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237094530027483506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3luk1t8XI/AAAAAAAABFE/KcCCM5pnCHw/s320/himesh_reshmiya_karzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember once, I brought the DVD of his movie and I don’t know I didn’t even reach the half and got to some other work and then forgot to watch and returned the dvd to the store :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the feeling that he is arrogant, full of pride and doesn’t respect anyone. When I saw the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;‘Koffeee with Karan’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; program he was totally a different person!&lt;br /&gt;He is like I agree what ever people say about me that I am a nasal singer and initially I was trying to defend myself lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue” ~ Joseph Addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally zapped at his statement, but don’t know something has happened that he is trying to show he is down to earth person! But in that show also with my analytical skills ;) I felt that he was accepting the critic that he is a nasal singer but then he said I am accepting this because I am successful today – which clearly meant that he is kind of telling people that yes, I am a nasal singer so what you people like it anyway …lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, couple of things I liked about him during the interview session where he said- he has no talent and its mere luck and prayers that has made him so successful and secondly that what goes up has to come down (gravity I guess ;) ) so he knows there will be a down fall time too and so seems he has prepared himself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“The depth of your mythology is the extent of your effectiveness”. ~ John C. Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these, I was amazed to see his co-competitors or should I say other composers and music directors who were asked to comment on Himesh’s success and talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am discussing about Himesh but then I will not loose the opportunity to discuss about others too here :) as you don’t always get one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lk7IMmfI/AAAAAAAABE8/HkIypBLLV8E/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237094364211878386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lk7IMmfI/AAAAAAAABE8/HkIypBLLV8E/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were singers and music directors who commented and I have to say I was very happy and glad to hear from these two people who were readily accepting that Himesh has done what they never thought of, such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anu Mallik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – I think he is a senior and established music director/singer and yet he accepted that Himesh is great in his creativity and he has done something which they have not thought of doing and so the result is that he just came and is climbing the stairs of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something”. ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3ldy8SUpI/AAAAAAAABE0/87s1y9U7xLo/s1600-h/TN12113_Shaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237094241755353746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3ldy8SUpI/AAAAAAAABE0/87s1y9U7xLo/s320/TN12113_Shaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Similarly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – the playback singer who said people say its by fluke Himesh’s songs got hit but then how many fluke’s does it happen?&lt;br /&gt;He also accepted that, his kids also always sing the songs that Himesh sing and I think that’s a very honest statement to share with audience and yet honest compliment that Himesh can get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high respect for these two people even though they are best in their field they are down to earth and ready to accept the truth and I think any artist who is a true artist will be like one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her”. ~ David Brinkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lVJT_uII/AAAAAAAABEs/yq7oF2WpwRY/s1600-h/400px-Kailash_Kher_on_Mission_Ustaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237094093141555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lVJT_uII/AAAAAAAABEs/yq7oF2WpwRY/s320/400px-Kailash_Kher_on_Mission_Ustaad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now comes the critic part of the other comments that were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kailash Kher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : He is a good singer and I like his sufi songs which you can find in my radio-blog too. But the way he was criticizing Himesh saying his songs get hit because he is hammering the lyrics many times :D….so it gets in to people’s mind haha I was laughing at that one….are people so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Another comment he made was like a certain group or community enjoys Himesh’s songs not the upper class…wow! What a statement to make? In fact in the survey that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;‘Koffeee with Karan’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; did had all class and all mediums who were mentioning how much they love his songs whether its in the car, pubs or even marriages…in fact &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Madhuri Dixit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said Himesh’s song is family song of there’s :D isn’t that a big compliment and says about the class? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lBbMaNBI/AAAAAAAABEk/pVNXwbURjyA/s1600-h/aadesh_22_02_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237093754344190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3lBbMaNBI/AAAAAAAABEk/pVNXwbURjyA/s320/aadesh_22_02_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aadesh Srivastav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: He is a music director and he was saying yes Himesh is successful in what ever he is doing but its all commercial and I would judge him based on his classical music…! C’mon you can’t accept that you are not there where he reached in a short matter of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3kuBMrU0I/AAAAAAAABEc/2Cj4mJe_1wU/s1600-h/452006113433AMudit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237093420948476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3kuBMrU0I/AAAAAAAABEc/2Cj4mJe_1wU/s320/452006113433AMudit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Udit Narayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : He is a playback singer and was very much smiling when saying that he is happy with Himesh’s success. He didn’t say any negative thing but the way he was saying –more or less it seemed like a sarcastic comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I want to say is that an artist can be liked by few, more or everyone but then no matter what If the artist is successful then one shouldn’t deny about their success and accept the fact that there is a difference in creativity thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves”.  ~William Penn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3klTk6XiI/AAAAAAAABEU/XBoeXpUX5G0/s1600-h/himesh-reshamiya-in-karzzz_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237093271263141410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3klTk6XiI/AAAAAAAABEU/XBoeXpUX5G0/s320/himesh-reshamiya-in-karzzz_8101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moment you start giving reasons why another person is successful or let him do this or that and then see if he achieves success then I think that’s more or less a jealous that is talking and jealousy never takes you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is something I always felt is soothing and the people attached to it are too but when I see all this I feel everything is ultimately business and money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.” ~ Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3910109018548789945?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3910109018548789945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3910109018548789945&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3910109018548789945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3910109018548789945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/try-not-to-become-man-of-success-but.html' title='Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of value'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SK3l8ekJefI/AAAAAAAABFU/FT1CX2Ym-Js/s72-c/kwk_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3917997215056748052</id><published>2008-08-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:04:58.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>“I'd rather have a moment of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKobcxjfgII/AAAAAAAABEM/df7jphkzVkQ/s1600-h/StabilSculpture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236027697924112514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKobcxjfgII/AAAAAAAABEM/df7jphkzVkQ/s320/StabilSculpture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was one of the winters when I was flying from Toronto to New Jersey to meet my friend Shika.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long weekend and I had nothing much to do so his timely invitation worked out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed on Friday evening and that's when Shika told me that we have to attend a wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally zapped...a wedding party? who's party? Do I know them? etc..etc..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about Shika, this guy was and is never serious in life. I guess he was never serious when he proposed me and hence today we are friends’ still but not a couple ...lol! As usual his reaction was so what they all know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was a bit hesitant as me and Shika we are kind of dare devil in this matter but what about those whom I don't know yet? But then I also thought who cares...am Shika's guest and he is taking me so I was chilling out. I made sure Shika is carrying the gift.&lt;br /&gt;We reached home had coffee and lots of goodies from India as Shika just made a trip to India and so he brought all sorts of unique sweets and snacks from Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was not a issue as we got dressed up to go for the wedding party. They were Couple met via internet and now they got married - girl is from Kerala and the guy is from Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I was introduced there after other formalities - the groom asked me where I completed my education and based on the University this guy just got freaked out and said now no one messes up with Dawn as she is from my University and then it was a history that I didn’t know these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Nothing is more exciting and bonding in relationships than creating together” ~ Stephen R. Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that event I met lot of new people - all jokers just like me - meaning carefree and having fun jokes and what not! I met this well built guy Puneet - a handsome charmer - girl’s go crazy for him this is what I heard from him. I don’t know when I was introduced to him and rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;We became so good friends that night when we were leaving he was like - I am throwing a party for Dawn before she leaves to Toronto and he took me and Shika to Ethiopian restaurant - I still remember I loved the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I got a compliment from Puneet saying - I like your company because with you&lt;br /&gt;there is no formality, one can talk openly and be friend without the thought one is guy and other is a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“It is superstitious to put one's hopes in formalities, but arrogant to refuse to submit to them.” ~ Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKobYbynZUI/AAAAAAAABEE/vW9egr1seo8/s1600-h/061004_twofriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236027623362487618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKobYbynZUI/AAAAAAAABEE/vW9egr1seo8/s320/061004_twofriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, I didn’t get a chance to meet Puneet but we are in touch via emails or a surprise phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I got busy at work and with my moving etc...I have to admit some of my do's I have been not doing it :) and this friend of mine called me just to remind that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious talking to him and we joked a lot and as usual I pulled his leg and finally he ends up the call by saying - 'I like your company because with you there is no formality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very sweet - when he didn’t get any greetings for Independence day from me he got worried about me :D&lt;br /&gt;I still feel laughing about this event....but yes, friends do love no matter where you are, whether you are in touch with them on regular basis or not - but they do care which is most important of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to my friend Puneet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked” ~ Bernard Meltzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3917997215056748052?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3917997215056748052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3917997215056748052&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3917997215056748052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3917997215056748052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/id-rather-have-moment-of-wonderful-than.html' title='“I&apos;d rather have a moment of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKobcxjfgII/AAAAAAAABEM/df7jphkzVkQ/s72-c/StabilSculpture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-1242708118447928432</id><published>2008-08-15T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:59:01.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence'/><title type='text'>“True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what's right.”</title><content type='html'>It’s Independence Day in India and Pakistan and I am sure people are celebrating the moment.&lt;br /&gt;My friend from India was asking me what’s the plan and I was telling him that nothing much as it’s a working day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKZBnCnPL_I/AAAAAAAABD0/Q48W19rA8ms/s1600-h/women-wint_caged_bird_sings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943755836927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKZBnCnPL_I/AAAAAAAABD0/Q48W19rA8ms/s320/women-wint_caged_bird_sings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just put the question to him and since he is in defense he said he will be having parade, then flag hosting, lunch with other officers and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” ~ Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKY_hu__ZTI/AAAAAAAABDs/LuiE1FtvhVk/s1600-h/Image.1218706196218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941465649440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKY_hu__ZTI/AAAAAAAABDs/LuiE1FtvhVk/s320/Image.1218706196218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was thinking and I am letting you too ~ are we really Independent?&lt;br /&gt;What does Independence to a country mean for the people of that country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it’s a thought to ponder and do let me know….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943851285104322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKZBsmL2xsI/AAAAAAAABD8/aqHUz39Zdzs/s320/cage_of_character.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.” ~ Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-1242708118447928432?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1242708118447928432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=1242708118447928432&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1242708118447928432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/1242708118447928432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-independence-and-freedom-can-only.html' title='“True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what&apos;s right.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SKZBnCnPL_I/AAAAAAAABD0/Q48W19rA8ms/s72-c/women-wint_caged_bird_sings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3904430991871430740</id><published>2008-08-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:50:16.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Neighborhood'/><title type='text'>“Don't buy the house, buy the neighborhood.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUO-WWyyI/AAAAAAAABDk/VbmqOiaYuTA/s1600-h/CharlieChaplen(SMALL).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231586533375920930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUO-WWyyI/AAAAAAAABDk/VbmqOiaYuTA/s320/CharlieChaplen(SMALL).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was potluck in the neighborhood and it was a nice way for us to get introduced to everyone in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;What was strange was this was not on any weekend but was on a week day! How stress less people live here and party and have a gala time on any day. Reminded me like a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUHP9-MOI/AAAAAAAABDc/9SuRELfHTsk/s1600-h/niles.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231586400666530018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUHP9-MOI/AAAAAAAABDc/9SuRELfHTsk/s320/niles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, we reached the venue which was right in front of our house and everyone had to put a batch with their name and it was a way to get introduced to everyone. We had taken some chicken marinated for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone welcomed us to the neighborhood and congratulated for the new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite interesting to see how you have one person who is all enthusiastic in organizing things and making sure as one family everyone is taken care. I loved the concept, something we miss in the down area.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks and food were placed and one could help themselves and eat and talk. That’s the time I met people who have been living there for 40 and 30 years and they all love it even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Come out of the circle of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And into the circle of love.” ~ Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUBxIphQI/AAAAAAAABDU/r38G9tasqbU/s1600-h/DSC00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231586306490467586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUBxIphQI/AAAAAAAABDU/r38G9tasqbU/s320/DSC00479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I found is people closer to earth were actually down to earth :)&lt;br /&gt;I came to know lot of history about the people out there. There were people from the City officials who came there to meet everyone and introduce how a community can help the city and the cops from doing wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;The jokes that was going on was something I could relate how people in the villages does when they see any government officials come and certain jokes they crack with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total new experience yet a loving one, where I could see people helpful, caring and taking responsibility for their neighbors. It’s a small community which turned to be a joint family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.” ~ Ryunosuke Satoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good evening with lots of food and drinks ;)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the neighborhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3904430991871430740?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3904430991871430740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3904430991871430740&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3904430991871430740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3904430991871430740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-buy-house-buy-neighborhood.html' title='“Don&apos;t buy the house, buy the neighborhood.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJpUO-WWyyI/AAAAAAAABDk/VbmqOiaYuTA/s72-c/CharlieChaplen(SMALL).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4729012663716478746</id><published>2008-07-31T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:03:10.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss You'/><title type='text'>Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJKKVvycQnI/AAAAAAAABDM/oHD5bmI8BOQ/s1600-h/chiba_Missing_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394223540486770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJKKVvycQnI/AAAAAAAABDM/oHD5bmI8BOQ/s320/chiba_Missing_You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you are drowned up to your neck with deliverables, meetings and more meetings- you don’t think of anything that’s around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember even when I met my friend and how I came to California – its like a history hidden somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;Today when my friend went to LA for some official purpose that’s when I realized how much I miss my friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Within you I lose myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Without you I find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wanting to be lost again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s true you realize only when you don’t find them around!&lt;br /&gt;I was with the assumption that since I am so busy probably I will not even miss my friend but I was wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend and I hope the day goes fast and he comes back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJKKQdEINcI/AAAAAAAABDE/cLeWklHN7c4/s1600-h/MissingYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394132615050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJKKQdEINcI/AAAAAAAABDE/cLeWklHN7c4/s320/MissingYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“All days are nights to see till I see thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.”~William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my blogger friends that sorry I am lately not attending their blogs only because of my busy schedule and settling at the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“It is by chance that we met, by choice that we became friends.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4729012663716478746?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4729012663716478746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4729012663716478746&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4729012663716478746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4729012663716478746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/absence-from-whom-we-love-is-worse-than.html' title='Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SJKKVvycQnI/AAAAAAAABDM/oHD5bmI8BOQ/s72-c/chiba_Missing_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8595883427876116135</id><published>2008-07-27T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:49:59.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1IE592OqI/AAAAAAAABCg/mIvDT7wXnAw/s1600-h/Ala%2520Crk%2520Niles%2520Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913991563917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1IE592OqI/AAAAAAAABCg/mIvDT7wXnAw/s320/Ala%2520Crk%2520Niles%2520Canyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A weekday was busy last week and so does was the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving is very tedious no matter where you move…and so I moved to Niles Canyon, Fremont. Sunday morning was like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Slight breeze, the sunrays was already knocking the door but mountains were hiding the sun. The backyard with lush green lawn and the blue jays on the branches….took me back in my memories when during school vacation I used to go to Kerala – a peaceful morning yet with birds chirping it was music in ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1H7kTP2AI/AAAAAAAABCY/fkMAfym3H_Q/s1600-h/N%2426H1-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913831129274370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1H7kTP2AI/AAAAAAAABCY/fkMAfym3H_Q/s320/N%2426H1-800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I meet people at this place, I get surprised each day and feel at home at the same time. Can you believe some people here have been living for more than 40 years and just like how at back home; they never moved or sold there home.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows everyone; everyone greets everyone and makes sure the neighbor and the neighborhood is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;There is lot of scenic view and more hidden history, such as Charlie Chaplin living in Niles and shooting his movies such as Tramp and many more to explore yet for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past” ~ Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1H0XLWIcI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MfF70Ven0mg/s1600-h/slices-9822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913707347386818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1H0XLWIcI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MfF70Ven0mg/s320/slices-9822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a Niles Canyon Railway – a great history that lies around since 1800’s.&lt;br /&gt;It just reminds me of my childhood. As many of my friends know that I love traveling in the train and when ever I hear this horn of the train, it gives me a nostalgic feeling, with my vacation times and all those scenic views which I used to paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just like how vacations get over, this stay is also over until next weekend as week days are so hectic and I feel I live at work rather than at home :)&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures as what is Niles ;)&lt;br /&gt;Its vitamin for your eyes and heart ;)  Happy Weekday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8595883427876116135?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8595883427876116135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8595883427876116135&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8595883427876116135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8595883427876116135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-like-riding-bicycle-to-keep.html' title='“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SI1IE592OqI/AAAAAAAABCg/mIvDT7wXnAw/s72-c/Ala%2520Crk%2520Niles%2520Canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3959226921513019813</id><published>2008-07-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:12:35.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professional Aspects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work and Ethics'/><title type='text'>“Adopting the right attitude can convert a negative stress into a positive one”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdWkoPQGI/AAAAAAAABCI/94JGdRaigKs/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225685585004281954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdWkoPQGI/AAAAAAAABCI/94JGdRaigKs/s320/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two people were arguing on the topic ‘stress’ which I guess is not new or strange to anyone: D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the discussion was work makes one stressful and the other was saying its not the work but the people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“To be free of destructive stress don't sweat the small stuff and by realizing that all stuff is small.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdRBuHEOI/AAAAAAAABCA/7Rs6Bz7RcYY/s1600-h/work_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225685489734324450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdRBuHEOI/AAAAAAAABCA/7Rs6Bz7RcYY/s320/work_cartoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm…when I heard that, I started scratching my head and I said, its indeed the people as work you know your work or you will work around to get things done but it’s the people if they don’t make you feel at home, you will be always worried and tensed to first of all to come to work and then the rest of the day- how it takes you through with the help of people ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“People love others not for who they are but for how they make them feel” ~ Irwin Federman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree with it?&lt;br /&gt;I am saying from my personal experience, as with my assignments I am very busy.&lt;br /&gt;I was working at office and also at home. Trying to finish the task as much as possible and get on to the next! But I enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;Work never made me feel stressed or sad! The more work has kept me busy the more I have loved my job…:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.” ~ Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdJwju-WI/AAAAAAAABB4/4xU0I-lOAn0/s1600-h/3b_wf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225685364868315490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdJwju-WI/AAAAAAAABB4/4xU0I-lOAn0/s320/3b_wf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it’s the same for everyone but we are too quick to jump on deciding that it’s the work that is making one stressful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon friends, you all are mostly working, even if studying you will be there one day so tell me what you think – what makes more stressful- People or Work ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will be hahahah am kidding; it will be a nice polling session to see isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“In times of stress and strain, people will vote”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say enjoy work and just leave the rest on people …lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut.” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3959226921513019813?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3959226921513019813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3959226921513019813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3959226921513019813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3959226921513019813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/adopting-right-attitude-can-convert.html' title='“Adopting the right attitude can convert a negative stress into a positive one”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIVdWkoPQGI/AAAAAAAABCI/94JGdRaigKs/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-174180950059038282</id><published>2008-07-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:29:59.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>“I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.”</title><content type='html'>As I said in my last post…things are settling slowly, got my laptop though had couple of issues but can’t complain :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching lot of movies these days and guess what – one thing I have realized having your office near your home is not a good thing: D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure lot of them would be surprised to read this, but believe me the closer your work place is to your home the more lazy one gets, as you know it will only take few minutes :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence my late nights are still up ;) these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVtY8voTI/AAAAAAAABBw/bKOtbJgX0mY/s1600-h/ms_burning.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224199437285302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVtY8voTI/AAAAAAAABBw/bKOtbJgX0mY/s320/ms_burning.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happened to watch many movies – Hindi and English of which I may not write about all but yes few which I am sure my friends would enjoy will be mentioned here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie &lt;em&gt;‘Mississippi Burning’&lt;/em&gt; - Two FBI agents with wildly different styles arrive in Mississippi to investigate the disappearance of some civil rights activists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gene Hackman&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Willem Dafoe&lt;/em&gt; have done a great job I must say and besides the whole crime drama made me hate those times as what was happening in 60’s.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure any one will as one see the injustice and the torture that one had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all &lt;em&gt;Alan Parker&lt;/em&gt; the director of this movie has done a tremendous job and one can see all the awards that this movie has got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Abhorrence of apartheid is a moral attitude, not a policy.” ~ Edward Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me quite emotional about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVkvgIrLI/AAAAAAAABBo/NEYBShDbru0/s1600-h/2510933897_a482b1f2cb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224199288720501938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVkvgIrLI/AAAAAAAABBo/NEYBShDbru0/s320/2510933897_a482b1f2cb_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I saw my friend &lt;em&gt;Aamir&lt;/em&gt;’s movie I mean to say another produced movie for his nephew Imran Khan – &lt;em&gt;JT Ya JN&lt;/em&gt; for short form ;).&lt;br /&gt;It is actually typical Hindi movie – nothing new story or so but presented in a different way and I am sure everyone will enjoy! Well, the success of the movie itself tells that :D&lt;br /&gt;I liked the acting of &lt;em&gt;Imran Khan&lt;/em&gt; – though a lot his style resembled his uncle &lt;em&gt;Aamir&lt;/em&gt;, may be coz I know him so well … lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Life's like a play; it's not the length but the excellence of the acting that matters” ~ Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVcpFM7fI/AAAAAAAABBg/6pWzvhgchN8/s1600-h/ar_rahman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224199149557968370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVcpFM7fI/AAAAAAAABBg/6pWzvhgchN8/s320/ar_rahman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved &lt;em&gt;AR Rehman’s&lt;/em&gt; music and I loved the song &lt;em&gt;‘Kabhi kabhi yoon bhi Aditi’&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;Over all good entertaining movie with good star casting such as &lt;em&gt;Ratna Pathak-Shah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Naseerudin Shah, Jayant Kriplani&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Anuradha Patel and Paresh Rawal&lt;/em&gt; which was a surprise to me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music”~ Sergei Rachmaninov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVPiru6FI/AAAAAAAABBY/-xsBIzKzekk/s1600-h/505660~Vantage-Point-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224198924502231122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVPiru6FI/AAAAAAAABBY/-xsBIzKzekk/s320/505660~Vantage-Point-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this movie &lt;em&gt;‘Vintage Point’&lt;/em&gt; was something breathe taking. I mean you will have to hold on to your breath each time they show the story from 8 different angles! It was interesting with the star casts are amazing, why say more just watch it and you will love it ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys enjoy too!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.” ~ Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-174180950059038282?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/174180950059038282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=174180950059038282&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/174180950059038282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/174180950059038282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-in-art-but-especially-in-films.html' title='“I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SIAVtY8voTI/AAAAAAAABBw/bKOtbJgX0mY/s72-c/ms_burning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8537972456145784069</id><published>2008-07-08T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:20:20.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology and Human Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>“Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQRDFJURlI/AAAAAAAABBA/3aP5txsZfjY/s1600-h/ist2_2476571-cartoon-girl-using-laptop-vector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220816612647781970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQRDFJURlI/AAAAAAAABBA/3aP5txsZfjY/s320/ist2_2476571-cartoon-girl-using-laptop-vector.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I have been in transition mode with job. Coming back to Cisco is like bringing back my initial times of US, when I was a bit sad for leaving Canada and that’s when I found friends at work…!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back there and searching for those friends :), I know they are there it’s just that I am not able to connect without my laptop! Yes, you take a week or more to get a laptop in Cisco ;) ~ like they say ~ in big company’s things take a bit time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Technology makes it possible for people to gain control over everything, except over technology” ~ John Tudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I doing in Cisco without laptop (as mostly one seems to not working at all without the laptop ;) ), I am reading stack of documents, making my days long and sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQQ3rBa24I/AAAAAAAABA4/g0CP4jw1xpU/s1600-h/school-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220816416656776066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQQ3rBa24I/AAAAAAAABA4/g0CP4jw1xpU/s320/school-cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey exciting news which really is exciting for me... Loll! I got a call in the morning saying – one of my Hindi poem has been selected by a kido (shweet one of 6-7 yr old), we call her ‘Zhansi Ki Rani’ (I guess the world’s first woman who fought in the battle in India to save her Zhansi!!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Kido - Niharika decided to recite one of my poems in school for her poem reciting competition…I am so thrilled to hear this, all I could wish was ‘Good Luck’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the result would be but I feel very honored when a child selected my poetry to recite of all others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me and my life is done.” ~ William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQQsC4bbuI/AAAAAAAABAw/MfVyw62AJtY/s1600-h/9150_woman_reading_a_book_in_a_chair_beside_a_stack_of_books_-_bookworm.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220816216903085794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQQsC4bbuI/AAAAAAAABAw/MfVyw62AJtY/s320/9150_woman_reading_a_book_in_a_chair_beside_a_stack_of_books_-_bookworm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My day started with excitement and I still feel the breeze of it ;), even though without laptop this technology has made me feel like handicap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Once a new technology rolls over you, if you're not part of the steamroller, you're part of the road.” ~ Stewart Brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8537972456145784069?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8537972456145784069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8537972456145784069&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8537972456145784069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8537972456145784069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-is-more-honorable-than-grateful.html' title='“Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SHQRDFJURlI/AAAAAAAABBA/3aP5txsZfjY/s72-c/ist2_2476571-cartoon-girl-using-laptop-vector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-2667053488385641669</id><published>2008-07-01T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:20:00.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada Day'/><title type='text'>Freedom is the right to be wrong, not the right to do wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SGrXGbnBFYI/AAAAAAAABAg/z50Z_PAQSYE/s1600-h/97B3C68B776556F9B9EDD723A2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218219623752734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SGrXGbnBFYI/AAAAAAAABAg/z50Z_PAQSYE/s320/97B3C68B776556F9B9EDD723A2B7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Canada Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I miss my days in Canada and always cherish my sweet memories of there.&lt;br /&gt;When I say so, it speaks not only about the place, the nature and geographic part of it but also the people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SGrXAXsJ8aI/AAAAAAAABAY/d6NBLXOkUzo/s1600-h/cnsflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218219519621329314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SGrXAXsJ8aI/AAAAAAAABAY/d6NBLXOkUzo/s320/cnsflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Canadians and love to say that as a newbie in my initial days, Canadians have helped me a lot in becoming a part of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“There are no limits to the majestic future which lies before the mighty expanse of Canada with its verile, aspiring, cultured, and generous-hearted people.” ~ Sir Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Canada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-2667053488385641669?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2667053488385641669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=2667053488385641669&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2667053488385641669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2667053488385641669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom-is-right-to-be-wrong-not-right.html' title='Freedom is the right to be wrong, not the right to do wrong.'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SGrXGbnBFYI/AAAAAAAABAg/z50Z_PAQSYE/s72-c/97B3C68B776556F9B9EDD723A2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6972890432179400990</id><published>2008-06-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:53:38.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You'/><title type='text'>“The world will little note nor long remember what we say here.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214391247822545922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SF09Nn5eZAI/AAAAAAAABAI/MkWzXxXIZ1A/s320/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you all for your continuous support. I feel so happy to say my friend ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ who has surprised me with his highest orders and the great thing about it is that my book will be the inspiration for him to understand Hindi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was so surprised when I came to know that he can read Hindi because its taught in school but doesn’t understand well…but he ordered 15 books and more in the process…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva, I personally owe you a lot …as you are helping the good cause behind this and I really salute for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.” ~ Boris Pasternak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214392060016704962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SF0985jpvcI/AAAAAAAABAQ/UImZuGbVAB0/s320/ebay.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I also want to let you all know when I added my book to sell on eBay here in US – I accidentally added to the auction format and it went for bidding. I couldn’t withdraw as I can not do that. One of my friend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Nissidhi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and “surprise, stranger" called ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save on Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ they both were bidding and finally ‘Save on Books’ bought the book for $24.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this came as a surprise to me, as I was trying to find out who is this :D?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have often seen my dears give me surprises and this was another one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SF09HzoMpuI/AAAAAAAABAA/WuUHVDEZKsU/s1600-h/book.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214391147892090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SF09HzoMpuI/AAAAAAAABAA/WuUHVDEZKsU/s320/book.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you to all my dears and yes, the book is on sale for people in India on eBay India.&lt;br /&gt;You can buy from here straight, check out: &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.in/KHAWABON-KI-ZAMEEN_W0QQitemZ320265846082QQihZ011QQcategoryZ92412QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.in/KHAWABON-KI-ZAMEEN_W0QQitemZ320265846082QQihZ011QQcategoryZ92412QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.” ~ Albert Pike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your support and encouraging words have given me strength to work on my next book.&lt;br /&gt;This time its not poetry and this will be in English ;) but my love for Hindi language will definitely translate this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be on my side….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.” ~ Mother Teresa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6972890432179400990?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6972890432179400990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6972890432179400990&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6972890432179400990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6972890432179400990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-will-little-note-nor-long.html' title='“The world will little note nor long remember what we say here.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SF09Nn5eZAI/AAAAAAAABAI/MkWzXxXIZ1A/s72-c/bookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-2057015727413938947</id><published>2008-06-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:29:38.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><title type='text'>He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFVPaGwEQOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ATApocbz1Yk/s1600-h/father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212159453658628322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFVPaGwEQOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ATApocbz1Yk/s320/father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Father’s day and I can write a book on my father – yes, as I have learnt things in life looking at him, learning from his actions and yes I am known as ‘I am like my dad’ and I feel proud about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“One father is more than a hundred Schoolemasters.” ~George Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I am here to share something which always will remain in my heart as other things remain still in my heart about my dad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFVOqzCa_6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/mK5JECaT1BM/s1600-h/bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212158640913055650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFVOqzCa_6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/mK5JECaT1BM/s320/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember the day I got my first copy of my book “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Khawabon Ki Zameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” to edit and everyone at home was fighting to grab it and feel it :D….I could only hold to it and just run the pages ….but my dad…when he got it he just sat there with it and read till 20 pages at one sitting :D….I think I saw my fan….my inspiration there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dad always did this and that’s why I am where I am because of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I got this mail saying my blog has won the "Blog of the Day Award", which I would like to dedicate to my Dad :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Awards" href="http://blogofthedayawards.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="98" alt="Blog Awards Winner" src="http://quotes.home.worldnet.att.net/blog_small.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.” ~Enid Bagnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent my released book as a gift to my dad for father’s day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Father’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to every dad….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.” ~William Wordsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-2057015727413938947?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2057015727413938947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=2057015727413938947&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2057015727413938947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2057015727413938947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-didnt-tell-me-how-to-live-he-lived.html' title='He didn&apos;t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFVPaGwEQOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ATApocbz1Yk/s72-c/father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-5289385363684292320</id><published>2008-06-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:24:20.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry Book Announcement'/><title type='text'>How beautiful a day can be, When kindness touches it!</title><content type='html'>When one is in need whom do we call? Probably, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I also called and in the form of my friends, the blessings were showered and my prayers were heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you all for all the support and the help that you are doing to make me sell this book and help the kids who are in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.”  ~Malayan Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received many queries related to buying this book.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my friends, I am taking baby steps :). My books currently where ever you are in India, we will make sure you receive it at the earliest. My counterpart in India is managing everything very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have given the emails addresses (&lt;a href="mailto:fizadawn@gmail.com"&gt;fizadawn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="mailto:sajubashir@gmail.com"&gt;sajubashir@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="mailto:sajubashir@yahoo.com"&gt;sajubashir@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ) to order the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFHnDI1aBRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ymJw9MLeDmU/s1600-h/cov_pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211200284941485330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFHnDI1aBRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ymJw9MLeDmU/s320/cov_pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will need your mailing address and your phone number as well as for courier purposes this is one of the aspects that are required by the courier companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to give frequent updates about the book here such that my friends who are helping me and supporting me will also know where we stand together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For convenience purpose, I am making this book available through eBay such that payment of the book is handled by itself. The book has been published and I am waiting for my consignment to arrive in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends in US, I will say please give me some time as I will be making those deliveries for the orders that you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response is very good and I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBay Store: &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/fizadawn_W0QQssPageNameZl2QQtZkm"&gt;http://stores.ebay.com/fizadawn_W0QQssPageNameZl2QQtZkm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-5289385363684292320?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5289385363684292320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=5289385363684292320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5289385363684292320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/5289385363684292320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-beautiful-day-can-be-when-kindness.html' title='How beautiful a day can be, When kindness touches it!'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SFHnDI1aBRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ymJw9MLeDmU/s72-c/cov_pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4703829913307398417</id><published>2008-06-08T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:13:29.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry Book Announcement'/><title type='text'>“Friends are angels sent down to earth to make good days and help us find our way.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExe1NmHILI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Guuc-aOoph4/s1600-h/bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209643137236410546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExe1NmHILI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Guuc-aOoph4/s320/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends I feel very happy to say today that finally my Hindi poetry book “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Khawabon Ki Zameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” (Land of dreams), is ready and you can order this book by sending mail to me: &lt;a href="mailto:fizadawn@gmail.com"&gt;fizadawn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or to my Manager (my dear friend): &lt;a href="mailto:sajubashir@gmail.com"&gt;sajubashir@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="mailto:sajubashir@yahoo.com"&gt;sajubashir@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out @eBay: &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=260249870441"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=260249870441&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book will be costing only Rs. 85/- and shipping charges for people in India and for people outside of India will cost for $ 9.00 US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said this is my dream and publishing this book not only gives me an opportunity to give some thing back to the community but also fulfills my dream to help children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used to protect the innocent.” ~ Jonathan Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my childhood dream to sponsor a kid and each time I looked for an opportunity, either the kid stopped going to school or the money was used for some other purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for any country’s future the children have the biggest responsibility as they are the future and this book gives me that opportunity to fulfill my wish by helping kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes 20% of the amount that I get from this book will be given to an Orphanage “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;International Child Welfare Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” in Chennai, India. They have many programs and one of them is called as “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dawn and Dusk Home, A Home for the HIV+ children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”, - those kids who were born with it not because of their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about this at this website: &lt;a href="http://www.dawnanddusk.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.dawnanddusk.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExewZ0vmZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TCbl2IDqrGU/s1600-h/cov_pict1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209643054619662738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExewZ0vmZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TCbl2IDqrGU/s320/cov_pict1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As always your support and prayers I need the most to fulfill my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Please also tell your friends and family who can read Hindi to support and also people who would love to read Hindi- can also support this book :) and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“One hundred years from now&lt;br /&gt;It will not matter&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car I drive,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of house I lived in,&lt;br /&gt;How much I had in my bank&lt;br /&gt;Nor what my clothes looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred years from now&lt;br /&gt;It will not matter&lt;br /&gt;What kind of school I attended,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of typewriter I used,&lt;br /&gt;How large or small my church,&lt;br /&gt;But the world may be&lt;br /&gt;…a little better because…&lt;br /&gt;I was important in the&lt;br /&gt;Life of a child.” ~ ICWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Children are the world's most valuable resource and its best hope for the future” ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4703829913307398417?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4703829913307398417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4703829913307398417&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4703829913307398417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4703829913307398417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends-are-angels-sent-down-to-earth.html' title='“Friends are angels sent down to earth to make good days and help us find our way.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExe1NmHILI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Guuc-aOoph4/s72-c/bookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8996183808379351997</id><published>2008-06-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:00:27.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>“Books open your mind, broaden your mind, and strengthen you as nothing else can”</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Jyotsana and I liked it because its about books :)&lt;br /&gt;Getting an opportunity to read a book is really I feel a blessing as its very busy schedule these days where I am not able to specifically dedicate any time for books but passion for reading always finds it – isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the book is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The Worldly Philosophers”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Robert L. Heilbroner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExTcO0BpqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GV_dJ4svq-c/s1600-h/068486214X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209630613438572194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExTcO0BpqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GV_dJ4svq-c/s320/068486214X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On page 123 the 6th line onwards is as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“But no one would shirk work, for each would do what he best liked. Thus the problem of dirty work was solved by asking who liked to do dirty work. The children, of course. So there would be Little Hordes who would go off gaily to the slaughterhouses or to mend the roads and have the time of their lives. And for the minority of children who shrank from dirty work, there would be Little Bands who would tend the flowers and correct their parents’ bad pronunciation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay friends so the tag is about the book that you might be reading – go to the page 123 and skip the first five lines and please quote on your post from the 6th line onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.” ~ Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this tag is good in a way where after reading few lines it might generate the curiosity in reader’s mind and probably they will grab that book to read …;)&lt;br /&gt;Nice way to make one read isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are reading books can join this tag…;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.” ~ B.F. Skinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8996183808379351997?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8996183808379351997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8996183808379351997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8996183808379351997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8996183808379351997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/books-open-your-mind-broaden-your-mind.html' title='“Books open your mind, broaden your mind, and strengthen you as nothing else can”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SExTcO0BpqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GV_dJ4svq-c/s72-c/068486214X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4391468941172295978</id><published>2008-06-03T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:00:29.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and Passion'/><title type='text'>“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMkocH01I/AAAAAAAAA-g/ToxfrDOCO4I/s1600-h/96-Traveller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207793473826575186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMkocH01I/AAAAAAAAA-g/ToxfrDOCO4I/s320/96-Traveller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its still not time – another month to wait for me to take off for my vacation but the soothing feeling of it makes more enjoyable and pleasant – just like the moment when you are in love with someone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the moment I think of travelling to different places (one of my passion) and the friends that I will meet – it’s just a very rejuvenating and a nostalgic feeling too with all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMeocH00I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/c5BeL9C2o24/s1600-h/Picture945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207793370747360066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMeocH00I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/c5BeL9C2o24/s320/Picture945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learning from my past experience that I would make sure I will not repeat is ~ not to spend unnecessarily …lol!&lt;br /&gt;Can you stick to that? I guess if one has the will power one can isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMZYcH0zI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8b7Ll8Uf6wU/s1600-h/1-Motor_Bike-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207793280553046834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMZYcH0zI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8b7Ll8Uf6wU/s320/1-Motor_Bike-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all I am lately more focused on fulfilling my dreams – when I say dreams it’s not only about my book but about my motor riding passion too ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know when people hear this they think – bike riding gals are bad…don’t know why but that’s a strange feeling for me as places where people can’t afford cars they go by two-wheelers and I understand it’s a luxury at this part of the world but that shouldn’t stop me with my love for bikes – isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMVYcH0yI/AAAAAAAAA-I/aqJY60lGQME/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207793211833570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMVYcH0yI/AAAAAAAAA-I/aqJY60lGQME/s320/ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of my life all I want to remember is where all I travelled and what all I did ~ cherishing those moments and in the rocking chair in front of my house with mountains and lovely nature view where the sun might be near to set and I would say lets wait for Dawn until then….its dream time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.” ~ Federico Fellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4391468941172295978?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4391468941172295978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4391468941172295978&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4391468941172295978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4391468941172295978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/those-who-danced-were-thought-to-be.html' title='“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SEXMkocH01I/AAAAAAAAA-g/ToxfrDOCO4I/s72-c/96-Traveller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3573690844743115392</id><published>2008-05-24T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:02:11.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>“Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDioS4cH0xI/AAAAAAAAA-A/wCQzLZhFQfg/s1600-h/wall_1024x768_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204094411768058642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDioS4cH0xI/AAAAAAAAA-A/wCQzLZhFQfg/s320/wall_1024x768_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend had nothing much to do besides, the trailer of ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhoothnath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’- Hindi movie was kind of tempting may be because of &lt;em&gt;Amitabh Bacchan&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a chance to watch this movie and guess what through out it kept me engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Children’s movie don’t do that well in Bollywood however recently there were good ones like ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Taare Zameen Per’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I can say this one adds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDioJYcH0wI/AAAAAAAAA94/4w6-SUXFmFg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204094248559301378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDioJYcH0wI/AAAAAAAAA94/4w6-SUXFmFg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But as I was watching the movie and things were heading into positive direction, I was wondering more about how this will end :D….kind of thinking ahead due to that inquisitive mind …lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think there is another English movie and I was wondering if its heading that way but as always Indian movies have some moral lesson to give and it did …!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204093922141786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDin2YcH0uI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JvmRsAKm-o0/s320/bhoothnath3-692194881.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of emotional at the end of the movie but besides that I liked &lt;em&gt;Mr. Bacchan&lt;/em&gt; pretty cool with his acting and singing too! No wonder the songs I loved them because it was written by none other than my favorite &lt;em&gt;Javed Akhtar&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this movie as I see that kid inside me was thrilled to see all the magic stuff happening with the kid in the movie. We all had this fiction in mind some or the other stage where we wanted a secret friend who would be like a angel who could fulfill all our wishes comes true ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this even though angel is a friend, there are some basic ethics of life that he teaches to the kid. Over all a worth watching kids movie…!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“Movies can and do have tremendous influence in shaping young lives in the realm of entertainment towards the ideals and objectives of normal adulthood.” ~ Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204094025221001970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDin8YcH0vI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Gs5EYnTRXQ4/s320/tgd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another one I saw “&lt;strong&gt;Great Debaters&lt;/strong&gt;” – &lt;em&gt;Denzel Washington&lt;/em&gt;, its based on a true story and believe me friends….as you see this movie it literally takes you through the time when colored people were lynched and treated badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the debates that came out were literally giving me goose bumps and it actually gives a wakening call to your inside human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDinxIcH0tI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ihR0X0nNRzs/s1600-h/great_debaters_cast1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204093831947473618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDinxIcH0tI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ihR0X0nNRzs/s320/great_debaters_cast1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt sad after watching the movie not that the end was sad…as the end was awesome…! Through debates Black people were able to get their rights. They proved they are not less than any other people and they have the equal right to live in Unites States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDinrocH0sI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/TKnplrbSdr8/s1600-h/great_debaters_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204093737458193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDinrocH0sI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/TKnplrbSdr8/s320/great_debaters_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything achieved through peace and guess what, they were using &lt;em&gt;MK Gandhi&lt;/em&gt; as the ideal, his tactical ways and the ‘&lt;em&gt;Jallianwala Bagh Massacre'&lt;/em&gt; that took place in &lt;em&gt;Amritsar-India&lt;/em&gt; in 1919. I enjoyed all those debate sessions as they used to get real intense and I loved every bit of it….as it reminded some of my school days with radical topics that used to get into people while they are on the stage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel we are so lucky to have some of the advantages which we owe to many others who didn’t even survive to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3573690844743115392?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3573690844743115392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3573690844743115392&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3573690844743115392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3573690844743115392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-all-of-our-inventions-for-mass.html' title='“Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SDioS4cH0xI/AAAAAAAAA-A/wCQzLZhFQfg/s72-c/wall_1024x768_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-2893631807540250426</id><published>2008-05-15T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:33:54.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know your own enemy and Disaster'/><title type='text'>“Know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy4DpLCZoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1WpNChkKiuo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200734042437346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy4DpLCZoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1WpNChkKiuo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, even though work is keeping me busy- not just busy but extremely busy and I get to hear news from other modes – by listening to radio talk show or over heard someone saying or even someone just quickly giving me a rush news- did you hear about Jaipur Blast??? And I am like blast? In Jaipur? ….as if I don’t exist in this planet any more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.” ~ Iris Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do and it makes me feel so upset when I hear disaster happening either it’s Mother Nature (for China, Burma) or we- man made disaster such as in Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“An ostrich with its head in the sand is just as blind to opportunity as to disaster”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy33JLCZnI/AAAAAAAAA9I/_oqoL5HQIXc/s1600-h/509301033_ee0bfe7828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733827688982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy33JLCZnI/AAAAAAAAA9I/_oqoL5HQIXc/s320/509301033_ee0bfe7828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was shocked to hear that for Jaipur it was on bicycles that they had bombs, can you imagine? How bad one can think just to kill others?&lt;br /&gt;Jaipur city is known for its beauty, heritage, people and the food. I always had a dream of visiting this place since I was a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.” ~ Elizabeth Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3tZLCZmI/AAAAAAAAA9A/e_DVvqwFnOg/s1600-h/burma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733660185257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3tZLCZmI/AAAAAAAAA9A/e_DVvqwFnOg/s320/burma3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About Burma, where catastrophe has occurred and when people are trying to help by giving aid the military establishment that rules the country doesn’t want to let anyone come in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3oJLCZlI/AAAAAAAAA84/R27fLVWPVMo/s1600-h/Pl_SagawaBurma_Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733569990944338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3oJLCZlI/AAAAAAAAA84/R27fLVWPVMo/s320/Pl_SagawaBurma_Resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are ready to take the help but only monetary so that no one comes in person to visit the country and know the inside scoop of the military ruling. How bizarre one can go? People are dying and people are ready to help but they can’t be reached or they have conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Don't take life too seriously. It's only a temporary condition.” ~ Bill Knapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3c5LCZkI/AAAAAAAAA8w/vizUWlafYd0/s1600-h/photo_lg_china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733376717416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3c5LCZkI/AAAAAAAAA8w/vizUWlafYd0/s320/photo_lg_china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;China totally opposite to Burma, they are welcoming the aid from all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how communist a country is, news travelled like fire all over the place about the disaster and the government too let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3XJLCZjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/TroqCcFeM6A/s1600-h/china_kongur.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733277933168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3XJLCZjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/TroqCcFeM6A/s320/china_kongur.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I saw one movie which talks about communist people and about communism and I realized actually people are not bad, it’s when one gets tempted and miss-use of the term for benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3L5LCZiI/AAAAAAAAA8g/U7f3cI4v6BU/s1600-h/abstract-life-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200733084659639842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy3L5LCZiI/AAAAAAAAA8g/U7f3cI4v6BU/s320/abstract-life-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all I feel we are human why not just help leaving all grievances and grudges – it’s always easy to take life than to give one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed when we can’t make a dead person alive, we have no right to make anyone dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Life is a gift we're given each and every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                         Dream about tomorrow, but live for today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-2893631807540250426?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2893631807540250426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=2893631807540250426&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2893631807540250426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/2893631807540250426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/know-your-enemy-and-know-yourself-and.html' title='“Know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCy4DpLCZoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1WpNChkKiuo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7083485634396493489</id><published>2008-05-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:57:33.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Mother'/><title type='text'>Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT992x_4yI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7A99fE9BPiQ/s1600-h/408958275_91bab1892d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198559109011464994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT992x_4yI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7A99fE9BPiQ/s320/408958275_91bab1892d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend I am going to be busy … :) yes you are right I will be busy with my book finalization and celebrating &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;‘Mother’s Day’ on Sunday May 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was a girl with a courageous and yet innocent girls like any other kid. When she grew up to be with a man, even she didn’t realize that. Probably her childhood was so fruitful that she didn’t even realize it. When she got married and life was a new chapter for her. Each day she will have something new whether it’s from her husband or from her in-laws. Sophie didn’t know if this is how every girl goes through after marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and everything nice, that's what little girls, are made of”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT93Wx_4xI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Q7D0qXdSxqE/s1600-h/MD0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198558997342315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT93Wx_4xI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Q7D0qXdSxqE/s320/MD0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, she tried to keep herself busy with her hobby creating pots. She was very artistic&lt;br /&gt;And since she wanted to immerse herself into it so the result was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flew, even Sophie didn’t know but one day while she was making the pot along with the wheel rotating she felt she is also revolving or is it the earth? Don’t know what happened but when she opened her eyes, she was in her bed with all her in-laws and hubby dear sitting besides her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.” ~ Sophia Loren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9xmx_4wI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CqWxESKeP5o/s1600-h/CIMG7445%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198558898558067458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9xmx_4wI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CqWxESKeP5o/s320/CIMG7445%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophie got scarred for a while and tried to get up but by then everyone congratulated her!!! :) Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sure we all know by now….Sophie had conceived and she was 9 weeks pregnant. The feeling itself made Sophie speechless yet but her eyes was filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because only then a girl who after going through the stages of being – a daughter, sister, wife and when she becomes a Mother- that makes any woman a complete woman – &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Vama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Motherhood is priced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Of God, at price no man may dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To lessen or misunderstand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Helen Hunt Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9p2x_4vI/AAAAAAAAA8A/yq7v_8cJfJM/s1600-h/Mothers_Day_Card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198558765414081266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9p2x_4vI/AAAAAAAAA8A/yq7v_8cJfJM/s320/Mothers_Day_Card1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to wish those entire women who are complete in their stages of life – &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;‘A very happy Mother’s Day’   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in this world where every now and then some or the other cruelty, torture or discrimination is happening towards woman yet, this world looks at a mother with a warmth and lovable manner :) this is what I believe not sure that it has to be like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one” ~ Jill Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9i2x_4uI/AAAAAAAAA74/i_UjhZCW5cs/s1600-h/normal_mothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198558645154996962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT9i2x_4uI/AAAAAAAAA74/i_UjhZCW5cs/s320/normal_mothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7083485634396493489?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7083485634396493489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7083485634396493489&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7083485634396493489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7083485634396493489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-mothers-are-kissing-mothers-and.html' title='Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SCT992x_4yI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7A99fE9BPiQ/s72-c/408958275_91bab1892d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7058082818914065438</id><published>2008-05-05T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:59:05.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating Culture and Festivities'/><title type='text'>“Diversity is the one true thing we all have in common. Celebrate it every day.”</title><content type='html'>Weekend was a bit relaxing for me. I had a bit of drive-thru at the near by place in the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;Through out the street all I see was Mexican flags. People have plastered the flags to their helmets, cars, self and what not! But all my confusion was …is there a match going on as I always thought that the flag is used to support a specific country and this was a very similar situation but I was not able to make out which game that was … lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“You don't stop cheering because you've grown old - you grow old because you've stopped cheering”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of Caribbean festival times in Toronto…I used to enjoy a lot good summer weather (not like what we have here in the Bay Area where its still cold)! BBQ, good Caribbean food, music and over all the cultural celebration with people around the world!!! I have always enjoyed these festivals and believe me I have not missed any whether its Greek festival, Irish or Caribbean, moment of celebration was never missed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“If I need a cause for celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I rely on my imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I dream of an imaginary time.”&lt;br /&gt;~ Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-BfDaAydI/AAAAAAAAA7w/D5SJn1__jSo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197014865499179474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-BfDaAydI/AAAAAAAAA7w/D5SJn1__jSo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I came to know the Mexican flag was all about “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cinco de Mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” (Spanish for ‘5th of May’). This is a regional holiday in Mexico and primarily celebrated in the state of Puebla. It is not an obligatory federal holiday but it commemorates an initial victory of Mexican forces led by General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguin over French forces in the battle of Puebla on May 5th 1862.&lt;br /&gt;This date is observed in the US and other locations around the world as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it to be Mexico’s Independence Day which is not as that date is Sep 16th which is the most important national patriotic holiday in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-A9jaAycI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YQm4srcFu1Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197014289973561794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-A9jaAycI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YQm4srcFu1Q/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seemed quite a good stunning celebration as I saw people with loud music, food and drinks around sharing with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5th afternoon I see margarita at work with Corona beer as part of celebration – wow! Isn’t that amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-AVjaAybI/AAAAAAAAA7g/q5skPtn8VWk/s1600-h/8918-001-31-1047.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197013602778794418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-AVjaAybI/AAAAAAAAA7g/q5skPtn8VWk/s320/8918-001-31-1047.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It’s celebration moment and the more it’s merrier so let me wish everyone&lt;br /&gt;A great Cino de Mayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we'll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.” ~ Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7058082818914065438?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7058082818914065438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7058082818914065438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7058082818914065438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7058082818914065438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/diversity-is-one-true-thing-we-all-have.html' title='“Diversity is the one true thing we all have in common. Celebrate it every day.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SB-BfDaAydI/AAAAAAAAA7w/D5SJn1__jSo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7027198198271492644</id><published>2008-04-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:59:11.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>“Art raises its head where creeds relax”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFtTaAyaI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/UaY-oQcp3vM/s1600-h/18slid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194415864824252834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFtTaAyaI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/UaY-oQcp3vM/s320/18slid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was quite a relaxing one. I happened to watch two movies, not that 2 is my limit though weekends used to end once upon a time in many movies ;) 5-or 6!!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Hindi ‘&lt;em&gt;Krazzy 4’&lt;/em&gt; and English ‘&lt;em&gt;Next&lt;/em&gt;’ staring Nicolas Cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Humor is a whisper from the soul, imploring mind and body to relax, let go and be at peace again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFjjaAyZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/VSl3odgre00/s1600-h/ShahRukhKrazzy4B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194415697320528274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFjjaAyZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/VSl3odgre00/s320/ShahRukhKrazzy4B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have two things to say as now a days Hindi movies either they are copy of some or the other English movies if not then from some South Indian movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.” ~ Paul Cezanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFYTaAyYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hbneCYOHcs0/s1600-h/zyk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194415504046999938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFYTaAyYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hbneCYOHcs0/s320/zyk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie kind of good but I felt the concept or the element that was tried to bring in was like the one &lt;em&gt;‘Lage Raho Munna Bhai’&lt;/em&gt; where Gandhi principles were brought in as how it can be workable even in today’s situations!  So I would say I liked the songs almost all and yes the Sharukh and Hrithik’s dance number was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Xerox is a copying device that can make rapid reproduction of human error possible”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFTDaAyXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/B-sHCYI7SXE/s1600-h/awp_0_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194415413852686706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFTDaAyXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/B-sHCYI7SXE/s320/awp_0_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About ‘&lt;em&gt;Next&lt;/em&gt;’ it’s a fiction yet cool. Imagine if you can see your future 2 minutes ahead ;) isn’t that tricky yet funny: D…!&lt;br /&gt;I found Nicolas Cage young from his last release :)&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was fine I can say three Star…is that too much lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“The only relevant test of the validity of a hypothesis is comparison of prediction with experience” ~ Milton Friedman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7027198198271492644?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7027198198271492644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7027198198271492644&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7027198198271492644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7027198198271492644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-raises-its-head-where-creeds-relax.html' title='“Art raises its head where creeds relax”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SBZFtTaAyaI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/UaY-oQcp3vM/s72-c/18slid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-429757289473292878</id><published>2008-04-21T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:22:35.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry Book Announcement'/><title type='text'>“What is not started today is never finished tomorrow.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAziYPU5kQI/AAAAAAAAA64/-e5Kvicif-U/s1600-h/poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191773376510267650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAziYPU5kQI/AAAAAAAAA64/-e5Kvicif-U/s320/poster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear friends, it had been a long time since I am talking about publishing my Hindi Poetry book and I believe I was thinking of publishing it on the valentine’s day Feb 14th of this year.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I gave very aggressive date for myself and tried completing it from my end however; I forgot to count the hurdles that will come on my way for printing this book through a publisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Don't be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a great experience as to know what all requirements are there which needs to be fulfilled and more over one needs to prove before writing anything to publish.&lt;br /&gt;People want to know who you are and your education. First I was offended as why can’t anyone should have the right to write something or say something which can be published – thinking of freedom of speech: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“An obstacle is often an unrecognized opportunity”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then yes it is also true one need to convey the speech in certain manner and if it is appropriate or not should be validated. This is my understanding; hopefully that is what the motive of the publisher is too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finding a publisher, then meeting his needs, then poor my friend who had to go every now and then to the publisher’s office (it reminds me of some old art movie where a write is struggling to publish something) and finally we got our draft copy completed which needed lot of editing and correction as sometimes spelling was incorrect or at times the sentence itself didn’t made any sense;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times” ~ Aeschylus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the struggle and effort its time to see the output and I am so proud of my friend who took all the do-diligence to make sure everything work out properly: D&lt;br /&gt;My thanks will not be sufficient and hence I am visiting my friend this July to give him that big hug which he definitely deserves :)! I have decided for any of my future book releases he is my manager. You would think why I call him so, well like a true manager he has taken charge and have already defined an agenda for my next releases, keeping me on my toes isn’t that awesome!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAziRPU5kPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Rk9sm43yEDw/s1600-h/coverpage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191773256251183346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAziRPU5kPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Rk9sm43yEDw/s320/coverpage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, friends this is how the cover page of my book looks like and the poster too. I loved the poster and the cover page. Blue is my favorite color and I didn’t realize until I saw this cover page …what a coincidence!!! But I hope its not too bluish ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” ~ Epicurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book will be released by June, as soon I will be getting my first copy in hand by end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;As I said this is sharing of emotions with everyone and hence I don’t see this book to be charged more than $ 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;This poetry is in Hindi currently, this is a dedication from me to the language of the country and to the people of India. I have all my intentions to translate this poetry in English too as I have so many friends around the world who have shown interest in reading it and I am really excited to do the translation of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“Success is almost totally dependent upon drive and persistence. The extra energy required to make another effort or try another approach is the secret of winning.” ~Denis Waitley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out friends, it’s coming and I need all your blessings and wishes while I take that baby step and I believe you will hold me before I fall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s land of dreams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-429757289473292878?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/429757289473292878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=429757289473292878&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/429757289473292878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/429757289473292878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-not-started-today-is-never.html' title='“What is not started today is never finished tomorrow.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAziYPU5kQI/AAAAAAAAA64/-e5Kvicif-U/s72-c/poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-3856502010992071877</id><published>2008-04-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:34:33.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government and it&apos;s services'/><title type='text'>“The secret of success is sincerity.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1qFvj3_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/pOYlsOxvzc8/s1600-h/6a00d8341c03c153ef00e54f1ca0e38833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190035355291869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1qFvj3_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/pOYlsOxvzc8/s320/6a00d8341c03c153ef00e54f1ca0e38833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately dealing with lot of government officials and this is not of one country and hence I cannot generalize any comment on any particular country but yes it seems I am coming to a conclusion to agree the generalized statement that is said about government services in all countries ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“A government is the most dangerous threat to man's rights: it holds a legal monopoly on the use of physical force against legally disarmed victims.” ~ Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this confidence getting things done with government when I am present in person to handle it. But then how often can you do this kind of visits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very inconvenience when someone doesn’t do their do-diligences and sends your documents back saying something is incomplete, without noticing that what they are asking for is already enclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“What we hope ever to do with ease, we must learn first to do with diligence.” ~ Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1lFvj3-I/AAAAAAAAA6g/0rmf1S-awck/s1600-h/Chaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190035269392523234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1lFvj3-I/AAAAAAAAA6g/0rmf1S-awck/s320/Chaos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is very frustrating, because for such things you are not sure even if you resend the entire set of documents what is the assurance that this time again the officials due to their ignorance will return the document?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment” ~ Dale Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I believe privatization of services is beneficial than having it with government officials not that I am against anything or prejudiced but then such kind of ignorance is not expected and everyone has the fear to risk their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.” ~ Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1fVvj39I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/daGQEHXx3OY/s1600-h/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190035170608275410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1fVvj39I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/daGQEHXx3OY/s320/frustration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is quite frustrating, when you want to take it all on the so called government official proving that its error on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things will change, for a change? :D and why government services has to be as they are known to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-3856502010992071877?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3856502010992071877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=3856502010992071877&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3856502010992071877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/3856502010992071877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/secret-of-success-is-sincerity.html' title='“The secret of success is sincerity.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAa1qFvj3_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/pOYlsOxvzc8/s72-c/6a00d8341c03c153ef00e54f1ca0e38833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-4221587047942514482</id><published>2008-04-11T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:38:08.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VishuKanni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>“A new year is unfolding – like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAAC8TosH1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/7C6VDw2JFL4/s1600-h/125822749_eaca449d4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188150005817155410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAAC8TosH1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/7C6VDw2JFL4/s320/125822749_eaca449d4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every parts of India its celebration time as ‘New Year’ with the harvesting season and what not.&lt;br /&gt;All, I remember is celebrating with food and sweets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me the poem written by William Arthur Ward….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Another fresh new year is here . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Another year to live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To banish worry, doubt, and fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To love and laugh and give!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This bright new year is given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To live each day with zest . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To daily grow and try to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My highest and my best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have the opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once more to right some wrongs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To pray for peace, to plant a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And sing more joyful songs!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAACGTosHzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3rCId8JPCXc/s1600-h/kani%2Bc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188149078104219442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAACGTosHzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3rCId8JPCXc/s320/kani%2Bc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to wish everyone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a Happy, Prosperous and Peaceful New Year.&lt;br /&gt;And to those its Vishu – Happy Vishu …:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Vishu you get money from elders as blessings ;) isn’t that fun!!!! I remember saving lot of money that I used to get but hesitated to spend as I thought my parents will scold me …lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Vishu? I have always heard stories and read articles so there are various stories depending on the region of Kerala State. Some what I heard as a kid ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R__9ujosHyI/AAAAAAAAA54/StnmhfklYcI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188144272035815202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R__9ujosHyI/AAAAAAAAA54/StnmhfklYcI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the custom of Vishukani gets over, people take a dip in the holy water or take bath at their home and visit nearby temples to offer prayers. To celebrate the festival of Pooram Vishu, (as commonly called in Kerala) people of Kerela wear new clothes specially worn on auspicious occasions. People of Kerela multiply Vishu celebrations by traditional singing and dancing. They also burst firecrackers. Then its time for lavish meals. Women prepare sadya (feast). These are special dishes prepared using jackfriuts, mangoes, pumpkins and gourds hmmm mouth waters as I write :D.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is Payassam (porridge could be of  rice or made of rice called ada etc), Malayalam feast is an equal proportion of all tastes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I got lost in it …as I describe…but this year few friends organizing this ‘sadya’ unfortunately I wont be there to enjoy as I will be in Lake Tahoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear friends I will be away so have a great one you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-4221587047942514482?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4221587047942514482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=4221587047942514482&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4221587047942514482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/4221587047942514482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-year-is-unfolding-like-blossom-with.html' title='“A new year is unfolding – like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/SAAC8TosH1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/7C6VDw2JFL4/s72-c/125822749_eaca449d4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6595748854371356160</id><published>2008-04-08T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:30:44.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio Talk Show'/><title type='text'>“Sometimes it's necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNRHMG5jI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i-mfysoU0aQ/s1600-h/suv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187035458462737970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNRHMG5jI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i-mfysoU0aQ/s320/suv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately with my long commute and rush to reach the destination either way has limited me from listening to the songs.&lt;br /&gt;I believe if I am not listening to the music and the lyrics then it doesn’t make any point in playing that player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my morning starts with my hot coffee, breakfast on the go and FM radio where I listen to some awesome numbers which keeps me motivated about the morning commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Have you ever noticed? Anybody going slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac” ~ George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNJXMG5iI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XDcoIy1IE3A/s1600-h/0785263535_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187035325318751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNJXMG5iI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XDcoIy1IE3A/s320/0785263535_01_LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I am returning back, I have to switch to AM 910 the radio talk show by Michael Savage. The thing I like about it is his way of expressing what he feels about everything that is happening around the world which has some or the other way an impact of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you this Mr. Savage is a radio talk show host and author for few books too. He is a conservative and racist in his way towards women :), towards illegal immigrants, Muslims and what not – I guess you can make out what he talks about ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Conservatism is the blind and fear-filled worship of dead radicals” ~ Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very straight forward, rude and uses adult languages in his talk show where it expresses his anger about the whole system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Unhappy, let alone angry, religious people provide more persuasive arguments for atheism and secularism than do all the arguments of atheists.” ~ Dennis Prager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNDnMG5hI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nidxcrcGG44/s1600-h/friends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187035226534503954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNDnMG5hI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nidxcrcGG44/s320/friends.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I was telling my friend about something Mr. Savage shared and my friend said I shouldn’t be listening to his talk show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my justification was, I don’t support the conservative thoughts of Mr. Savage but it does gives me an outside look at when I am listening to him. I can make out what the conservatives think and what they think about the democrats :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always the old times poet Kabir Das said: Keep the critics near you so that way you can improve on your weaknesses or one can improve upon their strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her”. ~ David Brinkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts some interesting fast numbers in between and often he shares stories from his childhood, about his restaurant visits, he in fact mocks up different voices as how someone must be talking on a certain topic.  I enjoy his talk show and more over if anything that is adding information and at times knowledge to my database- hey what the harm is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me crack my bones at times as when you give a humor look at it, it really makes my journey so quick and smooth.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Michael Savage ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“If your heart acquires strength, you will be able to remove blemishes from others without thinking evil of them”. ~ Mohandas K Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6595748854371356160?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6595748854371356160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6595748854371356160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6595748854371356160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6595748854371356160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-its-necessary-to-go-long.html' title='“Sometimes it&apos;s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_wNRHMG5jI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i-mfysoU0aQ/s72-c/suv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6088647522607638740</id><published>2008-03-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:16:52.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas and Grand Canyon'/><title type='text'>“Map out your future - but do it in pencil. The road ahead is as long as you make it. Make it worth the trip.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFaXMG5gI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xhf9aRtwUiE/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183719490307155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFaXMG5gI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xhf9aRtwUiE/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Been a busy week yes first with finishing tasks so that I can get away with my holiday trip to sin city ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“Take away the motive, and the sin is taken away”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning and yet making sure things are going at its pace ;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFUnMG5fI/AAAAAAAAA44/FuExUTvshNE/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183719391522907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFUnMG5fI/AAAAAAAAA44/FuExUTvshNE/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; “In the long run the pessimist may be proved right, but the optimist has a better time on the trip.” ~ Daniel L Reardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a long weekend for me after Thanks giving and driving was an awesome experience for me to know the streets of America!&lt;br /&gt;Sin city is also called as Las Vegas or vice a versa :D but yet everyone tends to visit this place. I feel any one who is away from sin also may get into the pool of sin hahaha kidding but yes, certain things as an experience is not bad but which one is for you to decide ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Society does not punish those who sin, but those who sin and conceal not cleverly” ~ Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFGXMG5eI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FrVJ0HCZrlM/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183719146709771746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFGXMG5eI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FrVJ0HCZrlM/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BE4nMG5dI/AAAAAAAAA4o/X_mS3d5dOmU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183718910486570450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BE4nMG5dI/AAAAAAAAA4o/X_mS3d5dOmU/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BEq3MG5cI/AAAAAAAAA4g/U8FJ-aZf4Js/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183718674263369154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BEq3MG5cI/AAAAAAAAA4g/U8FJ-aZf4Js/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BEYXMG5bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Td1fn9Sjb84/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183718356435789234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BEYXMG5bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Td1fn9Sjb84/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BECHMG5aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/2vz9VPQc_L0/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717974183699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BECHMG5aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/2vz9VPQc_L0/s320/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was stunned with nature’s creation one of the greatest wonder – Grand Canyon. I remember when I used to study Geology, things were so crystal clear when my professors Dr Sarkar and Pardeshi Sir used to teach me that I always scored 100% and looking at this they always inspired me to specialize in Geology though I took the magic world of Chemistry but they always told me that you will go to California to do more study on rocks if you take Geology as your main subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BD53MG5ZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JHtLH4zYkwE/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717832449779090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BD53MG5ZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JHtLH4zYkwE/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those layers and precipitation of rocks and water inside the sedimentary rocks brought my memories back yet the same feeling of getting the solace when I looked at those real wonder of Mother Nature. I am going to add pictures which I took there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see how much justice my camera did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDvHMG5YI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hZ83L11GPjo/s1600-h/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717647766185346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDvHMG5YI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hZ83L11GPjo/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The ship that will not obey the helm will have to obey the rocks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDgnMG5XI/AAAAAAAAA34/WpHUyPHCk1g/s1600-h/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717398658082162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDgnMG5XI/AAAAAAAAA34/WpHUyPHCk1g/s320/207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being in Arizona not only made me feel good but it reminded me my home in Toronto :D yes!!! That was my best moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDXnMG5WI/AAAAAAAAA3w/mAhWgBPKAvo/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717244039259490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDXnMG5WI/AAAAAAAAA3w/mAhWgBPKAvo/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDOXMG5VI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NEfZkvAzrQ0/s1600-h/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183717085125469522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDOXMG5VI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NEfZkvAzrQ0/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDFHMG5UI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rPGrfPp1mek/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183716926211679554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BDFHMG5UI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rPGrfPp1mek/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BB1HMG5TI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WmTKgOxnMrU/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715551822144818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BB1HMG5TI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WmTKgOxnMrU/s320/249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving back to home is another pleasure as no matter where you go you feel at home only at home ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BBknMG5SI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/_mTDPJ7WOL0/s1600-h/254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715268354303266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BBknMG5SI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/_mTDPJ7WOL0/s320/254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; “You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right.”  ~Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6088647522607638740?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6088647522607638740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6088647522607638740&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6088647522607638740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6088647522607638740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/map-out-your-future-but-do-it-in-pencil.html' title='“Map out your future - but do it in pencil. The road ahead is as long as you make it. Make it worth the trip.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R_BFaXMG5gI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xhf9aRtwUiE/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6894047133366999608</id><published>2008-03-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:11:44.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-M0RHMG5RI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rEbdj8_CRpQ/s1600-h/black%26white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180041464998454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-M0RHMG5RI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rEbdj8_CRpQ/s320/black%26white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to wait for the days when in school I used to get holiday for Easter, Holi as&lt;br /&gt;separately. This time when I see everything coming together its kind of a season of&lt;br /&gt;celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holi is color of festival in most part of India and I happened to see this movie ‘Black &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;White’ a Subhash Ghai’s movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time from the beginning of this movie I was telling myself this movie is like so many other movies based on terrorism, Afghan war and what not! But as the movie was progressing it took a different turn altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I liked about this movie- first of all the Director’s message- that there are other colors also in life besides black and white…try to see that through your own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I think a very beautiful thing is said and is something very meaningful with depth in it.&lt;br /&gt;I would say watching movie will help understand this element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid.” ~ Jules Feiffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-M0KnMG5QI/AAAAAAAAA3A/0NZtdzgwcpU/s1600-h/holi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180041353329304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-M0KnMG5QI/AAAAAAAAA3A/0NZtdzgwcpU/s320/holi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So true I realized as I was writing my Hindi poetry on the occasion of Holi and I remembered how as a kid when friends used to color me with all different color and later when I used to reach home, my mom used to get mad at me and to avoid that look I used to go and take shower but the colors never used to go in one day :).&lt;br /&gt;That time it didn’t made any sense but today when I think of it…I feel how those different colors in the mixed form used to stay together no matter what you try hard to wash it away but still they used to be so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; “Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.” ~ Maxwell Bodenheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-MziHMG5PI/AAAAAAAAA24/PEtMwQHv9Xk/s1600-h/black%26white1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040657544602866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-MziHMG5PI/AAAAAAAAA24/PEtMwQHv9Xk/s320/black%26white1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today you look at us, we human all are same just because of some divisions, made by man whether its religion, color or race – we can’t even stand together forget about the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing that I liked about the movie ‘Black &amp;amp; White’ is that it’s different than what one would imagine – as a typical Hindi movie :)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a book that you are reading and each time you get to a new chapter there is something that adds up to your knowledge. Anil Kapoor that actor as usual has shined in his matured role as a Urdu Professor who is a Hindu by religion yet changes a terrorist guy to change his mind and awaken him about the facts of the radical moments and elements that causes pain to people and its country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to wish everyone a Happy, Colorful yet Peaceful Holi…..unite like the true colors in the sky – like one rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The thing about performance, even if it's only an illusion, is that it is a celebration of the fact that we do contain within ourselves infinite possibilities.” ~ Sydney Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6894047133366999608?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6894047133366999608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6894047133366999608&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6894047133366999608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6894047133366999608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/clouds-come-floating-into-my-life-no.html' title='“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R-M0RHMG5RI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rEbdj8_CRpQ/s72-c/black%26white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-8165877873363148631</id><published>2008-03-15T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:43:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his own image”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt_hPnL9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/neApmQJHj1U/s1600-h/sculpture%2520by%2520Jacinto%2520Benavente%2520(Madrid)_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178204978336444370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt_hPnL9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/neApmQJHj1U/s320/sculpture%2520by%2520Jacinto%2520Benavente%2520(Madrid)_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately, I have been analyzing things as why certain people behave in certain manner and when I ask people say it might be ‘Jealousy’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.” ~ Francois de la Rochefoucauld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered…why Jealous? What is the reason behind it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ‘jealous’ is the final product. The ingredients are inferiority, failure and lack of confidence in self.&lt;br /&gt;A person never tries to give up any opportunity where he/she is trying hard to harm someone and yet he/she gets unsuccessful as the evilness of that jealousy is not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if you have come across people whom you can clearly see that they are jealous of other person or so. It can be anything, a friend getting jealous of her own best friend due to her popularity, her success or may be she is liked by most of the people. It can be between husband and wife; it can be between siblings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“The true test of character is not how much we know how to do, but how we behave when we don't know what to do.” ~ John W. Holt Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt7BPnL8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/DcNsVUxLy-I/s1600-h/osikotse%2520igbadumhe%2520metal%2520sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178204901027033026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt7BPnL8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/DcNsVUxLy-I/s320/osikotse%2520igbadumhe%2520metal%2520sculpture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don’t we see kids get jealous when they see there parents are kissing or hugging the little one, the elder kid will rush to the parents saying – no, give me hug and kiss…and this is a very cute behavior that we see as it’s the naïve feeling of that child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when a person is grown up to be called as an adult and yet the feelings are such where one can feel that this person is not comfortable as he might have lot of dreams and ambitions in life but instead of putting his/her effort in fulfilling those, they see their immediate people around them, which could be family, friends or colleagues and see that they all are happy in what they are doing…this happiness shows them as if they all are successful and this person himself is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt2hPnL7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/oBiWbsjw9Vk/s1600-h/sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178204823717621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt2hPnL7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/oBiWbsjw9Vk/s320/sculpture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Similarly, there are other phases of people behavior which I call as hypocrite :)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come across where a person will talk to you as if nothing has happened yet behind they will complain or have a deadly plan to hurt the other person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the analysis but then there should be a solution to it…I think the person who is suffering should get treated but what others can do about whom these diseased people are attacking…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance should be the first attempt, I feel but how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“The greatest ignorance is to reject something you know nothing about”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-8165877873363148631?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8165877873363148631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=8165877873363148631&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8165877873363148631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/8165877873363148631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/behavior-is-mirror-in-which-every-one.html' title='“Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his own image”'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9yt_hPnL9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/neApmQJHj1U/s72-c/sculpture%2520by%2520Jacinto%2520Benavente%2520(Madrid)_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-7100431068972708919</id><published>2008-03-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:49:32.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>We learn from history that we do not learn anything from history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SE1BPnL6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LG_OHsI5u1I/s1600-h/415px-Jodhaaakbar_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175907918157393826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SE1BPnL6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LG_OHsI5u1I/s320/415px-Jodhaaakbar_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend even though was a bit hectic; I had my bit of relaxation by watching the movie “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jodha Akbar&lt;/span&gt;”. Frankly speaking I had my reservations based on the reviews that I was reading along and the ban in some parts of the country to release this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“We have the power to make this the best generation of mankind in the history of the world - or to make it the last.” ~ John Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, a person who likes to watch movie of any language, this isn’t a bad treat at all :)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, speaking a lot of value which this movie adds in, looking at today’s situation in the country. I think even in those days, people were there who used to think of peace and considered human as human and not divide them into some religion etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Feeling and longing are the motive forces behind all human endeavor and human creations.” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SEhxPnL5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/peyffdegxyI/s1600-h/jodha-akbar-wallpaper-14657-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175907587444912018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SEhxPnL5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/peyffdegxyI/s320/jodha-akbar-wallpaper-14657-5641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think looking at the picture, world needs a person like the Akbar. Who sincerely, thought for his country and the people, irrespective of their religion and beliefs? He loved like anyone else and this movie is all about a common man that was residing in those day’s emperor of Hindustan – Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?” ~ Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of if ever Akbar really had a queen named Jodha Bai or not…but what ever historical story they have brought has definitely a meaning for today’s mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SEQBPnL4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/ADdvSnC__dA/s1600-h/akbar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175907282502233986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SEQBPnL4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/ADdvSnC__dA/s320/akbar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The songs didn’t make that big impact until I saw this movie. Every song has a relation to the movie and it is no doubt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Its good to watch this movie as many times due to many political reasons, lot of things are not taught in schools or even told by elders. This movie has come after lot of research work and its worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie definitely has a moral to teach people how to think and love each other as a human. Besides, this the actors and the music directors and the makers of this movie Ashutosh Gowarikar (Lagaan’s director), they all have done an awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“The good life is inspired by love and guided by knowledge.” ~ Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-7100431068972708919?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7100431068972708919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=7100431068972708919&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7100431068972708919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/7100431068972708919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-learn-from-history-that-we-do-not.html' title='We learn from history that we do not learn anything from history'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R9SE1BPnL6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LG_OHsI5u1I/s72-c/415px-Jodhaaakbar_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-6817796217049154392</id><published>2008-03-05T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:51:35.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R8-Tj025D6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/SGHUSWkGh-0/s1600-h/busy_woman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174516740565569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R8-Tj025D6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/SGHUSWkGh-0/s320/busy_woman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I am so busy now a days that I hardly get time to say 'Hello' to my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;I hence came by to say to you all that I miss you all and do think about you all ...its just that time is a bit too short on me for lot of things to finish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“We may be very busy, we may be very efficient, but we will also be truly effective only when we begin with the end in mind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats to give an end to my tasks and the process is on ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your support and comments on the blog....soon I will be visiting to yours too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful one you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-6817796217049154392?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6817796217049154392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12077847&amp;postID=6817796217049154392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6817796217049154392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12077847/posts/default/6817796217049154392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-matter-how-busy-you-may-think-you.html' title='“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” ;)'/><author><name>Dawn....सेहर</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924485784546039937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/TKz1VeAxy2I/AAAAAAAAYKc/3pk3HHSO2vs/S220/India+Trip+3+040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R8-Tj025D6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/SGHUSWkGh-0/s72-c/busy_woman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12077847.post-9222091814788210954</id><published>2008-02-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:08:59.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><title type='text'>“Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R8PJFVqsNTI/AAAAAAAAA14/-7OV9zfDaEM/s1600-h/22959606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171197890704192818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7nRPJYTe6w/R8PJFVqsNTI/AAAAAAAAA14/-7OV9zfDaEM/s320/22959606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much blood? How much torture, how much pain causing to others one can see or bear? I mean we all watch movies whether its based on true story or fiction and even from the true story. But I have to tell this in the name of horror movie I have seen couple of mere blood shed for no reason and sometimes I think this is the reason why people are not even scared now anymore of these…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why such movies are made may be there are some audience who just like to see blood, cuts, killings and mere torturing and causing pain to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one thing to convey please don’t oversee it as we human if become emotion-less then it will be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.” ~ James Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A human should react when he or she sees blood, torture, pain and killings that is happening to another human, otherwise if the inside human is dead then no one is surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should know we are made of blood and flesh and we should protect us in the sense our human race :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Kill nothing but time”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/fXRd" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12077847-9222091814788210954?l=fizaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/d
