<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:21:07.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverberance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3199043866400379061</id><published>2010-09-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:16:58.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waynad Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP3R_Pe9vI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w7g7I20kpD4/s1600/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP3R_Pe9vI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w7g7I20kpD4/s400/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513522257237833458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly excited with the last trip, all the people involved wanted to spend more vacation time and they somehow managed to make me work for 1 more week from Bangalore office only so that next weekend we could have plan for some Kerala trip. Earlier we wanted to go Kanya-kumari or Pondicherry or Goa but nothing was seemingly fitting for a 3 day trip. While browsing websites we came across something known as tree-houses and everybody now wanted to take that advantage, and the place where we had spotted those tree house was something named as Waynad, none of us had ever heard about it, while enquiring from several Southy friends we concluded that it is a highly appreciated place and worth to go, and it was also fitting with our schedule and budget at hand. We ditrbuted the task of staying, arranging cab and tour plan among four of us leaving girls to just enjoy without thinking or stressing too much ;) ... so we started on Thursday night after 1 am as the Kerala Govt. Authority keep the Waynad entrance closed for 12 am to 7am because of a forest area of around 20 km stretch. This place was around 350KM away and cab driver told us it will take around 6-7 hours to reach there. we had already booked the resort via phone, as Dhadhoo got the address of some resort named as Green Mount Cottage run by Mr. Martin Lopez and we got it listed from a website www.inasra.com, and later we realized that they also have their own website, anyway for anybody interested, I am pasting all the necessary info below in this post regarding cottage charges and contacts etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP3jmX5oTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-x0Qf9cVMOs/s1600/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="Banasura Dam;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP3jmX5oTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-x0Qf9cVMOs/s400/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513522559799894322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked the Qualis from some Manish cabs near to BTM watertank, they took 500 INR advance and 200 INR driver charges in case of 10 pm later drivings and 9Rs/km, it was an AC Qualis (we actually didn't require AC for much of the time). We actually wanted to hire a Double AC Qualis but later we realized that seemingly Bangalore doesn't require that due to nice weather conditions there. So, we hit the Waynad district in the morning around 8am and the place where we had booked the lodging was Kalpetta. Its a small village with hills all over the sides and lot and lot of green forest and tea gardens. We didn't encounter much of the tea garden while reaching to Kalpetta but while travelling to Soochipada explained shortly. We noticed bunch of small huts here and there ditrbuted in the middle of forest area and nothing surronuding them like some dense population or some market area and wondering about the difficulties of daily life there, not sure how do they manage their daily affairs but from an external world eyes they were looking pretty awesome concept of a way of spending life, where an individual is farmer, farming happily on a small chunk of land, living in small hut completely furnished with all the necessity and having wife and kids, having a nearby school for kids and hospital for anykind of sickness treatment, everybody was feeling like a fairy tale dream to spend such a life there &lt;br /&gt;... so we hit the Green Mount cottage at 9PM morning where Mr. Martin Lopez was waiting for us with a complimentary breakfast of Masala dosa and tea. Tired after a night long journey we get refreshed in around 2 hours or so and had heavy breakfast, that was completely unlimited and after eating too much from our side we felt that the serving basket was still filled :) .... well, it was a nice drizzling there when we started for Banasura Dam that was around 30 KM from that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again on a nice hilly road we started off for this place and it took almost 1 hour to reach there, Banasura dam is a project where they have lot of water one side, and a cloudy green mountain on the other side and a walkable road in between, they also provide motor-boating facility where they roam in the lake for around 30 minutes. After enjoying that place for 2-3 hours we returned back completely tired to our cottage. Had a pamphlet fish filled dinner at a nearby hotel, and that was an awesome dish I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP4RmCO9qI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9p86aj0rAM8/s1600/DSC02259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP4RmCO9qI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9p86aj0rAM8/s400/DSC02259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513523349983000226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next day we started in morning 10 am again after a sumptuous breakfast of idli courtesy to Mr. Martin Lopez for Edakkal caves. Cottage owner was an excellent guide too who told us about how to reach and what to do. Well, Edakkal cave was not a good idea as it was first very high for climbing with most of the climbing unlike trekking was stairs and stones, highly crowded and raining badly on that day and there was nothing very exciting about it atleast inside the cave, although outside there was a place (highly congested and crowded) like a  viewpoint from where one can view a beautiful sight, but was not enough to perfectly rationalize a cost-effort scenario. So while retuning back all hungry people visited an aunty's lunch cafe where we witnessed Kerala rice and ate it with sambhar, obviously was not a North Indian taste but was good enough to kill a hungry and tired tummy fire. From there we started to Meenmutty waterfall area, a nearby place but still around 20 km away and took around an hour to reach there .... we liked this place because we got a chance to do a small trekking like experience of 2-3 kms, but the fall was not much impressive, although the path to fall was a bit adventurous as it has lot of algae filled stones in the way. Then, we carried to Soochipara through a lushful greenery of tea mountains and forest, captivating enough to win any heart and Soochipara was again a waterfall kind of experience, but a nice waterfall and the recommended one. Here there was an opportunity to actually drench yourself near the waterfall with very cold water something like I had experienced earlier with Kempty fall near to Mussoorie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP4pB_-Y3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/PSYCfKHFzk0/s1600/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP4pB_-Y3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/PSYCfKHFzk0/s400/DSC02323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513523752626709362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after it again a day off and dinner full of pamphlet fish, game of card (bluffing was the only game with which everybody was seemingly an expert) and then a tight sleep. next day we had to vacate the cottage, rain had destroyed our plan of camp-firing and high cost had destroyed our plan of tree houses but still we were very happy inside. Next day, we were supposed to vacate the cottage and after a nice discussion with Mr. Martin we left the place and reached to Pookod lake. Highly un-recommended place, never go there, boats were there but of no use, fish museum was also boring thing and then pathetic mirror museum and nothing there, highly furstrating place, so it was a time to say good-bye to Kerala and return back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP46VWwVPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c1kAfGDrxkw/s1600/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP46VWwVPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c1kAfGDrxkw/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513524049880306930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Bangalore by 11:30 PM night and I flied back to Delhi by 11 am morning and then back to routine life after a fun-filled travel and a lot of sweet memories ....&lt;br /&gt;*PS - Second pic is Banasura Dam, Third pic is Meenmutty Waterfall, Fourth pic is Soochipada waterfall and the last one is Green Mount Cottage. For interested people, below is the address:&lt;br /&gt;The address of the hotel is *Old Market Road, (Opp Post Office),Kalpetta, Wayanad, Wayanad- 673121* Contact Number :-* 04936 -203512, 09446257530* Contact Person :-*Mr.Martin Lopez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3199043866400379061?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3199043866400379061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3199043866400379061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3199043866400379061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3199043866400379061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2010/09/waynad-trip.html' title='Waynad Trip'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP3R_Pe9vI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w7g7I20kpD4/s72-c/DSC02165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-2677371902425271295</id><published>2010-09-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:48:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ShivSamudram Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPxRbUt3oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9oG_TPq8ph8/s1600/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPxRbUt3oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9oG_TPq8ph8/s320/DSC02011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513515650526338690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was all started with a sudden program to Chennai. I was supposed to stay a day there and return back to Noida office back as fast as possible. But taking advantage of the fact that I have a facility to also work from Bangalore, I thought it would be a nice option to say hi to my friends and office colleague at Bangalore and then return back. It took only 6hours and 500 INR to reach Bangalore from Chennai. At Chennai, all you need to do is to reach outside the Chennai central and talk to travel agent shops there for a luxury class sleeping volvo coach and they will book the seat just like we do on railway's irctc website, looked very impressive to me unlike going to Anand Vihar here and finding out which bus is available for a particular location and that too without any official help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPydsPdvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1_yGc6RMs5M/s1600/DSC02017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;"  src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPydsPdvwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1_yGc6RMs5M/s400/DSC02017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513516960737771266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a pleasant weather there at Bang, talked to friends there and decided to spend the Saturday part of weekend at Shivsamudram. This place was nearly 120KM away from Bangalore and is famous for a large waterfall there. We hired a Qualis and reached to the location around in 4 hours time duration. South Indian highways are very impressive, smooth (just like Hema Malini's cheeks ;)) and straight (like a snake ;)..), no bumpiness and full of small and midsize hills and lush greenery around that makes one feel very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last 40 km before reaching Shivsamudram reminded me of Delhi-Aligarh GT road, same bumpiness and cracken road. Have enjoyed near the waterfall, nothing much to eat there, we were there with our own biscuits, dry-cakes and cold-drink. There we found a small restaurant that was serving Rice and Sambhar and that was sufficient enough to kill the small amount of hungriness in all of us. Resorted to mineral water so as to avoid any kind of probable mishappening with stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPzlWxgdtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iCkev-pVgiM/s1600/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPzlWxgdtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iCkev-pVgiM/s400/DSC02066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513518191925556946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours were sufficient to spend at that place and then we travelled one and half more hour to a nearby place called Talkad, again road was not very impressive and was severely broken at many places. It was a watery place and was upto our necks, we drencehd ourself with a little ball-play there for an hour, few of us also enjoyed the bowl-boating there and I lost my eye-glasses in the river while trying Shadab's summersault :( ..... and again back to Bangalore with lot of fun of antakshari and sholey and with small brawls in the car didn't realize when we reached back with lot of fresh memories forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-2677371902425271295?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/2677371902425271295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=2677371902425271295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2677371902425271295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2677371902425271295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2010/09/shivsamudram-trip.html' title='ShivSamudram Trip'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIPxRbUt3oI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9oG_TPq8ph8/s72-c/DSC02011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-6556904759845511426</id><published>2010-01-04T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:22:35.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade Secrets</title><content type='html'>Have got this link from one of my favorite sis ... posting it here so that I dont forget it:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundvision.com/Info/halalhealthy/7tipmusbus.asp"&gt;http://www.soundvision.com/Info/halalhealthy/7tipmusbus.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-6556904759845511426?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/6556904759845511426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=6556904759845511426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6556904759845511426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6556904759845511426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2010/01/trade-secrets.html' title='Trade Secrets'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4672223561811448245</id><published>2009-11-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:07:14.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Wealth</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a friend, woh had forwarded me this link .... Swami Vivekananda on spirituality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truewealth.in/archives.php?article_id=4"&gt;http://www.truewealth.in/archives.php?article_id=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4672223561811448245?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4672223561811448245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4672223561811448245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4672223561811448245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4672223561811448245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-wealth.html' title='True Wealth'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-1251635620423672192</id><published>2009-10-17T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:00:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message of Quran</title><content type='html'>This is Quran with meaning and notes from Muhammad Asad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/masad02/"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/masad02/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Asad is an author of famous book - Road To Mecca and to know more about him, please visit: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muhammad_Asad"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muhammad_Asad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-1251635620423672192?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/1251635620423672192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=1251635620423672192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/1251635620423672192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/1251635620423672192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/10/message-of-quran.html' title='Message of Quran'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-830585579063893593</id><published>2009-10-17T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:56:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munshi Premchand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/Stl2X4NjYjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xpR-F8uDxxA/s1600-h/premchand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393472181351178802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/Stl2X4NjYjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xpR-F8uDxxA/s320/premchand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of stories from Munshi PremChand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a time when I was a big fan of Munshi Premchand and his stories. Got this valuable collection of his stories over internet, so bookmarking it for future refrence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://munshipremchand.blogspot.com/2009/09/contents.html"&gt;http://munshipremchand.blogspot.com/2009/09/contents.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munshi PrmChand and his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premchand"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premchand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-830585579063893593?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/830585579063893593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=830585579063893593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/830585579063893593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/830585579063893593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/10/munshi-premchand.html' title='Munshi Premchand'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/Stl2X4NjYjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xpR-F8uDxxA/s72-c/premchand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-7954799661598363265</id><published>2009-10-16T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:47:50.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Mera India</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393290796786535410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjRZ6DYS_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Piq8tgwC07k/s320/yeh-mera-india3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a movie about urban India. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started this movie with a very low expectation and was passing through the first scene where a guy with a very cool attitude tells Society Guard that his car has been stolen and requested him to allow inside the society, I sarcastically told to one of my friend who was watching along "see people in India handles situation of a stolen car with such a cool attitude, even with these guard kind of people" and I got my answer few seconds later .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a movie about how different kind of people who belong to different class, education level, religion, caste, region, age, status are surviving together and how things get right and how things sometimes go awfully wrong under certain circumstances. I appreciate N.Chandra and his crew as very few directors try with this kind of experimental cinema. Even after picking up a rigt subject its not that easy to create a movie which without any big starcast keep the people binded to it just because of the strong storyline and interesting way of telling a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjSFTdHJqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Maz3TQCHWmI/s1600-h/hazaar6-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393291542339724962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjSFTdHJqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Maz3TQCHWmI/s320/hazaar6-s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was prepared keeping in mind all the aesthetics of a good storytelling, educating people about hatred and warning people about making common opinions (".. kyunki ap logon ne kuch chuninda kharab lamhon ko kuch chuninda acchey lamhon ke oopar zyada tarjeeh de dee hai ..").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I appreciate the way by which judge (Anupam Kher) saved his righteous judgement from getting it overshadowed by Victim's favor on him, but didn't forget to return his favor. Just put yourself in those shoes and think what kind of judgement you would have delievered (assuming that you dont know how Anupam Kher managed it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Also, how through out your life you can forget that instance where friend (who was a communist supporter) of police inspector had almost killed him (obviously unknowingly) and he was saved by same Bhola Paswan (Rajpal Yadav) whom the same inspector had disrespected at many instances and who had got no helping hand at a new place except hatred and sarcastic comments by everybody and who hadn't got any skill except pulling a "hathgadee".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;** probably our glorious movie reviewer Mr. Masand was expecting him end-up doing mimicry of superstars as he says that N.Chandra wasted the talent of Rajpal Yadav, this guy failed to appreciate the way Rajpal yadav had represented the situation of a common, simple and illiterate rural person @ urban metro like Mumbai with all his good talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sarika had beautifully represented the class of those show-off people who are so boastful that they overlook as what kind of all wrong things they themselves are doing before cribbing the entire world for doing the things in a wrong manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;** probably Mr. Masand belongs to this abhorrent and boastful class only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How artistic is the dialogue ... how communist and religion justify the same murder with different theorylines ... communist will say a capitalist is reduced while religion would say a sinner is reduced ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** somebody told me that this movie was painfully predicatable .. I guess probably he knew this dialogue in advance and just didn't want us to get aware of it ;) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Look at the situation of Seema Biswas in the movie who was at the second last stage of the bottom of the pyramid (bottom most was Bhola Paswan) depicted in this movie, despite of all her hatred towards her Mistress, she didn't fail to show her mercy on Sarika's pity situation (.. remember the lines from Satya, bhagwan mauka sabko deta hai ...) ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. After all of these good and bad taste I liked the end of the movie which ends with a beautiful note of humanity, mercy and religious harmony. Despite all of the bad things movie successfully keeps people faith in judgement and righteous act. It teaches us what to do and what not to do to be a better and more civilized citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I pity on all those absof**k**gly idiot movie reviewers who overlooked this beauty of the movie all the way just because of the lack of any superstar or forigner directors' hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjSE6IYgvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uXImGKgVgz0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393291535541895922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjSE6IYgvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uXImGKgVgz0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In my opinion, this is a beautiful piece of artwork which happens very rarely in India and if it happens then never encouraged by the majority of literate/illiterate Indians so overkilling all the good talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love to talk about other realistic cinemas like Hazaron khwahishein aisee, Mumbai meri Jaan, Welcome to Sajjanpur (depicts rural India), RangDeBasanti, Gulal, Dil-dosti-etc and so on which never get true recognition and encouragement either by Filmfare awards or Oscar nominations from India. Just wondering if there exist a way by which we can reach our vox populi for the entry of these movies into these awards. Atleast we can write such directors to come up with more such stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**PS - Gulal was obviously not a realistic cinema but was an entertaining and very Indian story, so I also put it in list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-7954799661598363265?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/7954799661598363265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=7954799661598363265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7954799661598363265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7954799661598363265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeh-mera-india.html' title='Yeh Mera India'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/StjRZ6DYS_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Piq8tgwC07k/s72-c/yeh-mera-india3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8337605598288768094</id><published>2009-07-04T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:22:48.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings #1</title><content type='html'>As the time is passing and I am leaping towards more maturity level, somehow my ignorance tendencies are touching newer heights everyday, m getting more lethargic, more lazier than ever, my thoughts process are getting fail to attain a streamline thinking and so many other external/internal changes which sooner or later lead me into a new state and I expect to remain in my new state for a certain time interval ... I don't want to change but pausing these chemical reactions is certainly not in my hands, so I am just being dragging where nature is planning to drag me out:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been highly irregular from past 1 year on my blog page. I don't know where that promise is lost to keep texting events in my life so that whenever I like I can click over internet to see how my life has been moved over the years.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only good thing I did in my recent past and or which I ma slight proud of is that I have changed my team to start working with a different team which we call FMS team and is quite a cool team.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have meet loads of new people in recent past and few of them I know are the type of people who gonna be good friends forever for me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I discovered many things among my existing friends which I never knew and I am proud that I have been a part of these people's circle who are so nice to me and keep enlightening me with their nice advices.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant write  more ... I dont know why but I want to cry ... give me shoulder please :( ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8337605598288768094?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8337605598288768094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8337605598288768094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8337605598288768094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8337605598288768094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramblings-1.html' title='Ramblings #1'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8875368049211335989</id><published>2009-02-20T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:40:51.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about Karma!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am Islamic and still believe in the fundamental of Karma and I dont think Islam disapproves of it. I strongly believe whatever happens in one's life is all highly effected by his own deeds as well as his forefathers actions, and thoughts. Whatever, one do in his daily activities, everythnig is Karma, even if you are not doing anything and sitting idle still it is Karma, you are earning Karma in each and every minute of life, these karmas may be good or bad but you can never decide which karma is good or which karma is bad .... yes, it couldn't be decided at the time of an action, because may be you are in process of doing something good which could be a severe damage for something else and vice-versa i.e. your some action may apparently be a severe damage but may be it is correcting some phenomena of which everybody is unknown including you and only time will tell you the benefits or loss of an action performed by you in past. Isn't seem like time is some type of large carrying vehicle fuelled by Karmas and moving unidirectionally, everything is on-board to this vehicle and it keeps showing various stations,for somebody it may be a destination, for someone else it may be just like any other stoppage i.e. not causing them change of state, somebody may board from that place, and somebody is just like a stationary object on that station all based on their individual Karmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your Karma from your actions and thoughts start making changes in the environment around you and this change propagates, intializing a chain of reactions (Isn't seem similar to Newton's third law?? ;) ).... and this creates your personality, your magnetic field, your surroundings, your destiny, and every small and big thing whatever happens to you .... So, what I am trying to say here is that whatever happens to one's life only he/she is responsible for that ... blaming others will only add-up a curse karma in the account and of course it won't help as your Karma will return back to you like a boomerang after fulfilling its intended purpose ...so stop blaming others, do as much self-relaization, self-study and self-correction as you can do ... make sure you are not cause of anyone's sorrow or grief ... because his/her anger will hit back to him/her but it will also do somthing to your life ... so do as much good as you can do for others ... forgiveness is the best policy ... try to forgive people for their wrong deeds ... dont keep any ill-feeling in heart ... as you will never like that your bad Karma (done unknowingly by you ...) should tease your offsprings, therefore, keep praying ... praying is also a Karma ... and may be it creates some kind of positivity ... that will keep safe those people for whom you have prayed ....Now, after all this you may be thinking where is God?? what are his roles ?? if we ourselves are responsible for our deeds and our destiny and our people and our children, so is it that the creature whom we call "God", reside in ourselves ?? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more in this direction, reveals that God as we call him ....created a super automated system where everything is there for a reason and things react with each other in a manner that system always remains stabilize .... if something or someone destabilizes this system, then this system itself goes into a recovery mode operation and tries to eliminate the cause of destabilizing factors ...e.g. as we know we are polluting our skies and atomosphere for more than 200 years and now due to GreenHouse gases, Ozone layer hole, increasing sea levels all are taking a shape of a danger alarm to the existence of human race, and note that cause of all of this were humans only ....here, humans are destabilizing the system and you are witness how system is changing to re-attain stabilization and is trying to eliminate destabilizing factors ...so, here one last thing I will like to add-up as I was reading about different cultures (long time back ..) and there was a time I was actually thinking that there should exist separate gods to take care of separate phenomena of the universe, started believing that Sun, Moon, stars, air, water everything are different form of God helping all creatures on Earth to survive ..but, now with this new point of view it seems like everything is a part of some beautiful automation and God should be enjoying and watching us on TV ... because he knows what are we doing and what it will result to ....God when gave us life he also sent us messengers with books to let us know how should we spend our life in this automated system ... how to save ourselves from being ruined ... probably, God always knew the human nature and thats why he warned about the day of resurrection and judgement in advance ...&lt;br /&gt;Last advice: Follow the books which tell you how to spend life in the God's system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8875368049211335989?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8875368049211335989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8875368049211335989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8875368049211335989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8875368049211335989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-karma.html' title='Its all about Karma!!'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-6263863325717514490</id><published>2009-02-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:37:48.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About True Patience and Submission</title><content type='html'>Have got some beautiful words from one of my sis and pasting it here so they don't go lost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Only the faithful understand the true nature of patience  and live in the manner of which Allah approves, for they have accepted the  Qur'an as their guide. And, only the Qur'an explains the real meaning of  patience and the type of patience that is acceptable to Allah. For this reason,  the only people capable of being "patient with a beautiful patience" are those  who follow the Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;The source of their patience is their faith in Allah  and their submission to Him. Like all of their other characteristics, patience  emerges only through a true understanding of faith, because to believe is to  understand that there is no deity but Allah, that He encompasses all things in  His knowledge, that only Allah has the power to determine one's destiny, and  that nobody can enjoy gain or suffer loss without His willing it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="system1st"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One reason why the believers can show  patience is because their faith enables them to appreciate Allah's might and  glory. Those who know that Allah has boundless wisdom and boundless knowledge  also know that only He can determine what will be the finest life for them.Thus,  knowing that only Allah possesses this knowledge and wisdom, the believers put  their trust in Him, fully aware that whatever He wills is always beneficial,  even though the benefit may not be immediately apparent. Therefore, they display  true patience. In other words, one characteristic of those who have true  patience is that they are people who have grasped and embraced the nature of  destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-6263863325717514490?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/6263863325717514490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=6263863325717514490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6263863325717514490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6263863325717514490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-true-patience-and-submission.html' title='About True Patience and Submission'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4678632406075954814</id><published>2008-11-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:39:53.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Country For Old Men</title><content type='html'>Please blame it to google if you were searching for a movie with similar title and had landed up here. I can just help you providing the wikipedia link for this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Country_for_Old_Men_(film"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Country_for_Old_Men_(film&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those, who were intended to land up on this page are welcome :) .. you may also blame to this long lonely night which had provoked some chemical reaction inside my brain and finally I was forced to scribble it down.&lt;br /&gt;Well... some inside analysis sugested me that I like Beatles, I like old Bollywood romantic movies esp. one with Dilip Kumar, Manoj Kumar, Saira Bano, Waheeda Rehman etc ... I feel very uncomfortable in bar and pubs ... I like sitting in some park with good greenery around and keep thinking numerous things.. I sometimes try to go out of way to help people (sometimes I successfully resist myself in doing so and sometimes I really get fail ..).. I like wearing sober (read Dull) colored clothes ... formal ones are my default choices .. I love to read and hear about the good old days when people dont use mobile phones and used to make trunk-calls [:)] to talk to their beloved ones .. I love to read about second world-war, people sentiments during Vietnam war, administration skills of Indira Gandhi, "khaikey pan Banaras wala.. AB dance and that dotted cloth he wears, I like those long cars I have watched in several old movies of 70s, somehow I also fancied by Tawayafkhana as shown in Pakezah and Umrao-Jan.. and several other things which have been passed and there is no significance of those things in present time .... Now, these evidences forced me to rethink of my existence in the current world.. should have I born 50 years ago to actually being benefitted by those things about which I am fancied now? Dont know!! ... I think culprit is Sugato's comment, "kya teri age 45-55 sal kee hai?" ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4678632406075954814?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4678632406075954814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4678632406075954814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4678632406075954814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4678632406075954814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country For Old Men'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3167031229718497112</id><published>2008-04-03T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:32:26.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/R_SHtX9w0LI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5HjCPuA3wj8/s1600-h/96+The+Insomniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/R_SHtX9w0LI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5HjCPuA3wj8/s320/96+The+Insomniac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184918284607213746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining fast with high-speed wind blowing outside. I came out in my balcony to enjoy the weather when a little blow of rain washed my face. I liked these droplets of water over my face and wished if it could sustain forever. Quite contrary to my this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wild desire"&lt;/span&gt;, it got dried. Message is clear, either I am a fool who desired for such kind of thing or I am too weak to resist against environment, situations, society and everything around me. It also told me that I am not the person to decide what should happen with me and what shouldn't, but its the nature, the destiny, the environment which makes decision for me and I am supposed to peacefully abide by it.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking in the same pattern and assuming myself to be a part of environment, have I ever affected somebody else in sense of causing them to loose some of their very precious thing?...has it ever been happened when I became the part of environment to cause somebody that tremendous amount of pain of "loss"?&lt;br /&gt;**Now I am still wondering why the hell title says Insomniac??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3167031229718497112?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3167031229718497112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3167031229718497112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3167031229718497112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3167031229718497112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2008/04/insomniac.html' title='Insomniac'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/R_SHtX9w0LI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5HjCPuA3wj8/s72-c/96+The+Insomniac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8124477972913870038</id><published>2007-12-14T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:24:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasing Memories</title><content type='html'>I regard the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eternal_Sunshine_of_the_Spotless_Mind"&gt;Eternal sunshine of Spotless Mind&lt;/a&gt; as a ridiculous movie which could obviously have been made better by the Director and the scriptwriter except for two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kate Winslet (of course ;) )&lt;br /&gt;2. Hunt to find the way of deleting memories of somebody from the mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was just owndering if I could delete memories of someone in a similar fashion by contacting to a doctor, creating memory map and then the erase operation ... simple... isn't??&lt;br /&gt;But, the question is do we really like getting deleted our sweetest memories of that special person in our life? Isn't a treasure that we should always keep with us and feel the smell whenever required??&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the real world what will you do if you want to forget somebody. Here are some options:&lt;br /&gt;1. Deleting his/her number from mobile phone - I don't think it will really work. You will get it again whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;2. Delete all places of contact where you can see him - In my opinion "out of sight, out of mind" is the best policy and removing this person from GTalk, Orkut, Facebook, LinkedIn and any other social contact place will really help. Joining new communities over Orkut will be of great help.&lt;br /&gt;3. Divert your attention - few tips are below:&lt;br /&gt;a. Start delving deeper to your project work. Work with full motivation and start thinking to improve the process of your daily routine work.&lt;br /&gt;b. Start listening songs and reading books, it will keep you busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;c. Start more browsing related to various stuffs like PCs, Laptops, Phones, inventions etc. and Wikipedia of course!!&lt;br /&gt;d. Meet old friends and talk to them. Listen their problems (don't tell yours...) and you will find that your problem is very silly.&lt;br /&gt;e. Do some community work. It will help you as well as society.&lt;br /&gt;And then there will be a day, when you will even forget to think that that person had ever existed in your life ... all traces will be washed itself.... forever ... one more thing, when you will start these things, initially you will feel that these thins are not working and it is reminding you more of that person.. but as soon as you will start gaining interest in these things.. they will changed as your higher priortiy and push back the hard memories ... now, when you will see that number which you have never deleted from your phone.. you will think that calling this person is going to cost you a single buck.. and this person is not worth of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8124477972913870038?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8124477972913870038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8124477972913870038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8124477972913870038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8124477972913870038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/12/erasing-memories.html' title='Erasing Memories'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8363537965628095844</id><published>2007-11-16T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:26:17.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Picture Personality Test Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Temperament -Flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing seems to bother you - you sail through life crisis free. It's not that your life doesn't have its ups and downs, it's just that you handle everything without unnecessary drama and antics. You approach each day fresh, not worrying about yesterday or tomorrow. You are confident that you can handle anything that comes your way and experience has shown that you are absolutely right about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interests -Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are continually pursuing a simpler and less complicated life - you don't allow yourself to fall victim to all of the "should do's" that society continually bombards you with. You are thoughtful about your life choices and think in terms of yourself, others and the world in which we live. You have a great sense that we are part of something much bigger and we must be good to others, if we want others and the world to be good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amusement - Thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are easily stressed out and overwhelmed - you need to take care of yourself first and foremost. Because you tend to be self reflective, you know your limits quite well and must remember to not exceed those limits. When you overwhelm your life with obligations and responsibilities, you tend to shut down and go into yourself even further. Take some time to find your serenity and kick back your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passion -Physical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are a cuddle bug - from a warm hug shared with your best friend to steamy sex with your partner, you enjoy every bit of human contact that you can get. You demonstrate your love for others most fluidly through physical one-on-one contact and you feel the most loved when you are being touched. You feel disconnected when you are physically isolated from others. You're a people person and a lover of all things human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8363537965628095844?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8363537965628095844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8363537965628095844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8363537965628095844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8363537965628095844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook-picture-personality-test.html' title='Facebook Picture Personality Test Result'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-7127161901220588799</id><published>2007-11-15T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:15:06.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humsafar</title><content type='html'>Sifar:Humsafar ...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum jo chale tum bhi chalo saath&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya khabar ke din hain ke raat&lt;br /&gt;Bas mein nahin rahenge jazbaat&lt;br /&gt;Tum jo sanam humaare chalo saath&lt;br /&gt;Hum jo chale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur se saji geethon si teri yaad&lt;br /&gt;Tujh bin sanam bhaaye na koi baat&lt;br /&gt;Kaise kaho akele chaloon aaj&lt;br /&gt;Tum aao sanam soone hain dil ke saaz&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi bhi raahen ho kaisi dagar ho&lt;br /&gt;Koi bhi rasta ho koi safar ho&lt;br /&gt;Chalte rahen hum jo duur humsafar ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum jo chale...&lt;br /&gt;Din yeh kahe baitho humaare paas&lt;br /&gt;Aao idhar ishaara kare raa&lt;br /&gt;tHum ko magar chaahiye wohi shaam&lt;br /&gt;Jis par sanam likha ho tera naam&lt;br /&gt;Chandni raatein ya ghirti seher ho&lt;br /&gt;Chahe din ka wo koi pehar ho&lt;br /&gt;Chalte rahen hum jo duur hamsafar ho&lt;br /&gt;Hum jo chale tum bhi chalo saath&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya khabar ke din hain ke raat&lt;br /&gt;Bas mein nahin rahenge jazbaat&lt;br /&gt;Tum jo sanam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galiyon mein phirta hai banjara dil ye&lt;br /&gt;Tujh ko hi dhoondega awaara dil yeh&lt;br /&gt;Karta hai jaane ishaara kya dil yeh&lt;br /&gt;Hum jo chale to tum bhi chalo saath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-7127161901220588799?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/7127161901220588799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=7127161901220588799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7127161901220588799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7127161901220588799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/11/humsafar.html' title='Humsafar'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3586051914144938196</id><published>2007-11-12T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:44:26.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna hold your hand ...</title><content type='html'>There was a time when he was begging for those hands. He was singing, "I wanna hold you hand..." the famous beatles lines :) ... everything was looking good to him... he was feeling like he can conquer this hard world if he get those hands in his hand. Those hands will give him power, those hands will give him strength, those hands will motivate him to fight all the hurdles of his life. He was praying for them, he was begging for them, God smiled over his effort and sent those hands towards him. When he saw them coming to hold him, he got scared, he felt nervous, he doubted his capabilities, he started re-evaluating himself and he felt that he is not the right and capable person to held them (who was that bullshit inside him!!!!)...He started running to hide himself... he found himself unable to fight the storm which would have been caused after holding these hands, then someday from somewhere a weak ray of hope has risen inside his heart which is again motivating him badly to hold those hands, which is whispering in his ear that he is the right choice and God himself had made that choice and he is nothing to deny that fact. He is not confused but determined and want to solve the situation practically rather than absolute ideal way..(which he used to believe as a "Lose-Lose situation" not "Win-win situation"!!).. he knows that it will break hearts for a little time-period but that is the type of examination which he has to passthrough because only God knows the result of efforts, it cant be predicted and over-confident egg always get smashed after hitting the hard surface. All he need is patience and trust, because true lovers never cheat and True Love never dies.&lt;br /&gt;and he believes that...."Love doesn't mean to get mingle from single but Love is a sweet feeling of a most special person in your life, Love is a smell inside your heart which only you can smell and feel pleased, nobody can see it and nobody else can smell it, Love never mean to drop that ocean of tears from the Lover's eyes..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3586051914144938196?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3586051914144938196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3586051914144938196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3586051914144938196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3586051914144938196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-hold-your-hand.html' title='I wanna hold your hand ...'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-5367291460460080436</id><published>2007-10-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:01:27.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OurRespectedTeachers</title><content type='html'>Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered an essay I wrote in my primary school "my best teacher".. unforutunately i cant recall that essay.. but yes, I can write a new one......there is nothing like best teacher, bcoz teacher himself is a person and he may consist of lot of good and bad things....but still best teacher is one who do his job with complete dedication... rest is people perspective (how they see it)....Guys, Vidya Niketan was a school that was a club of creative minds and great teachers in kanpur....I respect and love all of the teachers who made me to be here at this point of time and I feel Immense pleasure in writing about them, I am going to be a little elaborative, so be patient ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diwakar Sir -&lt;/strong&gt;Diwakar sir was a man of philosophy and a great Sanskirit/Geography teacher. I can still recall his long talks about philosophy and knowledge he used to talk in class.. that gives our mind to think about the things in world objectively.... Hat offs to you Diwakar Sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vishwkarma Sir -&lt;/strong&gt; Vishwakarma Sir challenged our class to create a question which he couldn't answer... we thought initially that the man is kidding.. but up to my high-school nobody in class was able to ask a question (we use to ask atleast 1 question a day from fields like bio, physics, chemistry, philosophy, history etc etc..) he didnt answer satisfactorily... his bald head was full of grain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awastheejee - &lt;/strong&gt;He was second Vishwakarma sir I used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SengalJee -&lt;/strong&gt; "Pangebaazee bahut lee insey...".. he was the only teacher in school who use to beat me like anything.. not bacause of performance in class but bcoz of my habit of making fun of him.... Sir, here goes once more.. hehehehe..but this man the most strict and dutiful teacher in school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChannaMiyan -&lt;/strong&gt; Channas' only idea was always to make class to perform best inspite of focusing individual... and here comes the ratant thing... but it was gud nad peple need to understand the inherent logic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=7545094913718412890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bankelal -&lt;/strong&gt; His name was Subhash Dubey....and he joined our college after kicking off that "bhainga-bengali" teacher who crooked our English Grammar...I still remember his first/second day when he slapped me hard on my face bcoz I asked if he has an experience of going to jail...(inspite of the fact that I was the person who was very positive after his "evaluation for school" class... )...but he was very helpful and he was always nice to me.. and bbcoz of his facial expresion we renamed him as Bankelal.. which our juniors picked up... heyi Juniors you shud learn to start respecting teachers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mishrajee - &lt;/strong&gt;Mishrajee was complete Pundit... and was very good in reciting poetries and I still remember his class whre he used to sit and used to appoint Me, Arunesh and someone else to ask questions to people.. he was always nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TripathiJee - &lt;/strong&gt;His only aim was to pull everybody in school to his private coaching.. I love his Bhaiya-Bhaiya wala attitude.......he was a great maths teacher....he could make anybody in the world to solve mathematics...heyi, why dont you try for IIT-JEE...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nishadjee - &lt;/strong&gt;this guy was fantabulous.. always a competior of Tripatheejee and the best friend of Diwakarjee...Nishadjee gatey mast thein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BhattacharyaMadam - &lt;/strong&gt;Madam was very decent and simple....and of course the only female teacher.. (this reminded me of one of her female companion who left school very shortly.. she was Damn..).. teacher ke barey me aisa nahin bolna chahiye naaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PNTiwari - &lt;/strong&gt;Abhee bhee darta hun insey... kuch bhee nahin lokhoongaaa...his eyes were so scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BioWaleyDubeyJee - &lt;/strong&gt;Damn Intelligent!!.. but has a funny femalistic voice.....aur bhee kafee kuch thaa.. yad nahin a raha hai.....chalo thanks for your BhejaFrying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-5367291460460080436?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/5367291460460080436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=5367291460460080436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/5367291460460080436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/5367291460460080436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/10/ourrespectedteachers.html' title='OurRespectedTeachers'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-5685595349380377145</id><published>2007-09-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:03:58.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets say "NO"</title><content type='html'>Following is the speech that I delivered in the recent toastmaster club as my project2:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Fellow Toastmasters,&lt;br /&gt;Title of my talk is “Let’s say No” ….&lt;br /&gt;Yes J ….you guessed it right…. Its all about saying “NO” ….. when I decided to talk over this topic a parallel thought was going in the back of my mind that was asking me….Shiraz, have you gone crazy or you are so thoughtless to find some good topic to talk… but… I said NO J …. it is a powerful topic and I am going to talk over it … and friends that is the reason I want to share my thoughts over NO …with you ….&lt;br /&gt;This two letter small word “NO” has a powerful capabilities, you find this NO sometimes motivating, sometimes it saves your life from over-commitment, sometimes it saves you from unknown troubles which you have never conceived of while you have said NO to somebody……and sometimes NO work as a positive energy…when you say “NO, I am going to do this thing” ….&lt;br /&gt; NO is not a word that you always use with your colleagues, friends, relatives but you use it for yourself too… e.g. someday you found something precious somewhere unattended and you decided to steal it….. but a NO from your inner soul stops you to do this, someday you are preparing for an important test for which you are going to appear on the next day when you realize a good rain outside and wanted to enjoy it.. but again it’s NO from your inner-self that stops you to do it …. This is the power of NO that stops you from getting defocus from the priority task…&lt;br /&gt;But friends, do you really think saying NO is easy?? Especially when you are talking to some persuasive human-being?? There is a way of saying blatant NO… which more or less feel like slapping to a person ….in my opinion saying No is an art so that you don’t upset people and at the same time you made him/her believe that your NO is genuine and was necessary…&lt;br /&gt;But do you really think always saying NO will work.. .. Unfortunately its not the case but a perfect blend of NO in negative sense as well as NO in positive sense is necessary so that you don’t miss the real challenges or fail to grab opportunities by saying NO and save yourself in delving into unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-5685595349380377145?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/5685595349380377145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=5685595349380377145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/5685595349380377145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/5685595349380377145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-say-no.html' title='Lets say &quot;NO&quot;'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8326295615464733034</id><published>2007-07-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:54:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Shark &amp; Fishes in Same Tank</title><content type='html'>Liked it, pursued it, got it and now posting it for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are no different. L. Ron Hubbard observed in the early 1950's: "Man thrives, oddly enough, only in the presence of a challenging environment." George Bernard Shaw said: " Satisfaction is death!" If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy. Your challenges keep you energized. You are excited to try new solutions. You have fun. You are alive! Instead of avoiding challenges, jump into them. Do not postpone a task, simply because its challenging. Catch these challenges by their horns and vanquish them. Enjoy the game. If your challenges are too large or too numerous, do not give up. Giving up makes you tired. Instead, reorganize. Find more determination, more knowledge, more help. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia. You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i]Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go! [/i]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8326295615464733034?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8326295615464733034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8326295615464733034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8326295615464733034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8326295615464733034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-shark-fishes-in-same-tank.html' title='About Shark &amp; Fishes in Same Tank'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8033123122892088012</id><published>2007-06-29T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:32:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiraz, what do you want from your life??</title><content type='html'>Somebody in a sweet voice just threw something from the next cubicle....ok ok dont pressurize your brain; it was a question - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiraz, what do you want from your life??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this question and the way it has been thrown was the perfect example of "zor ka jhatka dheerey se lagey" campaign.... let me admit that this particle of the Great God in human body sometimes really shakes my mind, boggle it down....&lt;br /&gt;my tongue under the control of brain refused to accompany me at the last moment which was planning to prompt, "I have given nothing  to my life and there is no reason for me to expect anything from someone to whom I have given nothing....", but brain twisted it to say.. "heyi sorry...not the right time yaar.. will discuss sometime later in good detail..."...&lt;br /&gt;and now this is the moment when this question is bugging me.. what is my aim?? why am I here in this world?? what I have to achieve in this world?? and when finally if I have to die then whats the point in achieving something?? is my achievement affect someone or does it solve some mystical purpose?? I know religions have thess answers in good detail.....(and the reason being that I am not the only first born stupid.. many would have come before me...and religion has evolved answering these boar-headed people )...... but again what a logical mind says?? Do we have any answer??&lt;br /&gt;ok, leave life fundaaas aside anf lets move a little ahead....coming back to the original question...I can enumerate following things as to achieve in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. I want my life to be a decent one.. ..no show-offs or luxury but simple and easy...&lt;br /&gt;2. I will like to spend a good time with my family and friends while going ahead in my life....&lt;br /&gt;3. I will like to be respected and will respect all people around me (but this respect bounary with friends always gets thin...)...&lt;br /&gt;4. I will like to have a constant decent income.. ..by which I can support all my family needs sufficiently...(I can again recall a big argument over defining a decent income in my past...)..&lt;br /&gt;5. Working with a good, self-less and fair NGO is always being my dream.. fulfillment of this dream will be considered as an added value.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will like to finish Quran atleast once in my life with complete meaning and understanding....&lt;br /&gt;7. and then a respectable death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Well, I dont think I am expecting too much... no big dreams at all.. just a clean unhurt life.. nothing more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8033123122892088012?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8033123122892088012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8033123122892088012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8033123122892088012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8033123122892088012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/06/shiraz-what-do-you-want-from-your-life.html' title='Shiraz, what do you want from your life??'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4870310971732162892</id><published>2007-06-29T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:41:48.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search of Principle</title><content type='html'>Shiraz - heyi what all principles do you have in your life??&lt;br /&gt;Kashif - ummmmm.....I dont think that I follow any principles.. well, do you have any??&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz - I dont think so...I always bend (or flex) those things which I believe are my principles...so finally their existence is just negligible...&lt;br /&gt;Kashif - yeah yaar.. same problem here...&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz - but yar Kashif...people should have principles in life and they should pursue it so that their life mean something.... an aimless random life is nothing.... no value addition...nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Kashif - yaar.. we also have principles but we change it when we find someone else priniciple better than us.. we either absorb it or start imitating.....finally @ cost of our own principle and the problem lies that we ourselves don't respect our own principle...&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz - but give it a mind when and why do we change or tend to change our own principles...as far as I think we tend to bend our own principles most of the times just to see people around me happy....&lt;br /&gt;Kashif - heyi, same goes with me...whenever it comes other people happiness or even for sometimes for complete strangers whenever I find that my principle is causing unhappiness ... i bend to change it.. sacrifice it...&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz - does it mean that our priniciple is to keep people around us happy @ cost of our own selves??&lt;br /&gt;Kashif - hmmmm.. seems like.. probably you are true as I an recall many incidents where I did such things and even on the cost of heavy monetary loss :( (knowingly done) ... yeah, but it satisfied me and I am happy that I did the right thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4870310971732162892?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4870310971732162892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4870310971732162892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4870310971732162892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4870310971732162892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/06/search-of-principle.html' title='Search of Principle'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-390735028546492764</id><published>2007-06-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:12:36.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haphazardical</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to keep you guys waiting for my new post (in case if somebody is so "faltu" in the whole world who was waiting for me to post) for a long time and this time I have lot of things to share with you, but again all of them are so confidential that I can't tell you :( and basically there is no point telling you guys all inputs and outputs of my life, why should I do that?? tell me if you have any answer!!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the world has enough time to bog down his head with your problems, so keep your problem to yourself and search answers yourself instead of throwing question to public forum like this place.....but on a second note I think atleast I should keep archiving my problem for myself that can be accessible from anywhere and at anytime and that is the reason I am putting here, but not in the crisp form so that you could deduce anything :D .... and it make sense too as only I should know my problem and I have to search answers myself:&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes the updates:&lt;br /&gt;1. After the last party which I had posted last time we made two more get-together parties with Engg. ex-classmates @Spice and @ CC. Friends, I can never forget Al-Bake's Shawarma yaar.... they are marvellous..nothing beats those Shawarma, it rocks yaar!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. My last impression about my ex-school classmates has been finally broken when I got to know that most of them are in Delhi and they miss me and they were just not contacting me because they somehow concluded that I am not interested (or conceit enufff...) in those guys.....but we resolve all our problems and soon will be getting together at somewhere in Noida or Delhi only.. hopefully!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Have not gone to home for last 3 weeks.... need to go to home next week.. news are not good from home.. means things are getting bad day-by-day :( ....&lt;br /&gt;4. The small amount of spirituality is almost died somewhere inside me.&lt;br /&gt;5. All good friends around me are facing their bad days and each of them need counselling.. but I myself need counselling and because I am not helping them in their bad time, I am feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;6. Feeling myself not devotedly dedicated to my job which gives me food and thus eating bugs me....and it bugs me more when I eat office lunch....&lt;br /&gt;7. Only good news is that I bought a new 80GB HDD and DVD Burner so as to save my so non-precious data.... but the question is Who will write my content into DVDs??&lt;br /&gt;8. Baffled by the situation when went to Nizamuddin Dargah and my heart refused to go inside Mosque to offer Namaaz &amp;amp; was staring gulz at that Holy place :O!!! Where my commitment to that old Buzurg in Aligarh has vanished??&lt;br /&gt;.... lots more!! not feeling like to key down all of them...&lt;br /&gt;bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-390735028546492764?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/390735028546492764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=390735028546492764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/390735028546492764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/390735028546492764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/06/haphazardical.html' title='Haphazardical'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-2639638756755920878</id><published>2007-06-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:14:59.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Grievances</title><content type='html'>These creatures at this place thinks themselves as supersmart people who can outsmart anyone on the earth by their fake smiling, diplomatic way of talking and cool attitude, what they dont know that they can't hide their originality when put in extreme situations (if you could remember the "Panchtantra story" where a fox was using a Lion's skin...)... These guys have dark griefs filled in their heart over the time and from which they have never tried to get rid of; instead they have developed these fake artificial intelligence to cover it... they have killed their real sense of feelings and have owned an artificial way of reactions to numerous daily life situations.... In my opinion these people shoul be hanged to death for killing their own spirit intead of being aprpeciated for their real-life like acting to cover their true faces ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-2639638756755920878?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/2639638756755920878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=2639638756755920878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2639638756755920878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2639638756755920878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/06/dark-grievances.html' title='Dark Grievances'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-7035783598620779851</id><published>2007-05-20T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:20:35.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"CoreGroup" Got Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Core Group" did it again :D.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RlCv0lAwuiI/AAAAAAAAABA/7Zt1-ooUSmA/s1600-h/20-05-07_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RlCv0lAwuiI/AAAAAAAAABA/7Zt1-ooUSmA/s320/20-05-07_1839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066742898615171618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, core gorup did it again after a long pause..... a Successful get together of the brotherhood where everyone came and participated with the full enthusiasm spreading the amazing color of livelihood and the good news is that core group extended the membership with the inclusion of Mudassar Shahab, Shadab and Saif Siddiqui..... where the pioneers of the core gorup were - Fahad Abbasi, Azaharuddin, Abdul Haq, Shafi Ahmad, Sabir Khan and me ;) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occassion was the Fahad's farewell for Bangalore and the venue chosen was C.C. in New Friends Colony. Party started by making Saif to wait for an hour alone in C.C. where Abdul was completely responsible for his part of acting..... "yar tu wahin wait kar main 10 min me aa raha hun" ....and then I reached there with Azahar after paying a brief visit to a close friend in hospital and enjoyed Saif's frustration in full....Abdul's arrival with Shadab gave it a new dimension where he was convicted for all the game... thanks Abdul for your patience ;).....we liked the lame execuse of Abdul... "yar main to so raha thaaa" .....so upto this time party had already started without our host with Shawarma, cold-drinks and cigerratte puffs..... now, this was the time of arrival of our host Mr. great Janab Fahad Abbasi Sb.....and then Mudassir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RlCwHFAwujI/AAAAAAAAABI/_17IAKgWLyw/s1600-h/20-05-07_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RlCwHFAwujI/AAAAAAAAABI/_17IAKgWLyw/s320/20-05-07_1840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066743216442751538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this was the time to begin flurry of stories about everyone and everyone revived the irritations, quarrel over trifles, heated arguments, confliction of thoughts, girls, office, P.M., movies, families and college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a great time together friends and looking for more such parties.. hopefully 2'nd June is the next date for brotherhood to get together as to celebrate the combined party of Shafi bhai and Azahar's Distinction awards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-7035783598620779851?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/7035783598620779851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=7035783598620779851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7035783598620779851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7035783598620779851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/05/coregroup-got-together.html' title='&quot;CoreGroup&quot; Got Together'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RlCv0lAwuiI/AAAAAAAAABA/7Zt1-ooUSmA/s72-c/20-05-07_1839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8390629724588344036</id><published>2007-05-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:45:26.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents and me...</title><content type='html'>Getting three times proper meal, tea snacks, browsing markets and Cinema halls in evening feels like a dream in Noida for thousands of Bachelors (basically "Lukkey" :)) like us who are residing away from their home town just to add some quality to the life and to earn daily bread-and-butter. But, the point here is that this dream got true with the arrival of my beloved and afffectionate parents in town. Took a three days off from the office and enjoyed the great time with them with the lots of suggestions on how and why to keep the house clean. Know what??, I myself spent a complete day to clean the house before their arrival and was looking for some words of appreciation at my house-cleaning skills :(, so guys below are some of the "Naseehats" they bestowed upon me and I would like to share with you so that when your parents arrived to your clean house you dont feel embarrassed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your floor should look clean, no pieces of papers and advertisements should be rolling around.&lt;br /&gt;2. There should be a bedsheet on the matress, alone mattress is not sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;3. Similarly pillow cover sohuld be there on the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spidey nets are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Crawling spideys and lizards should not be seen on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;6. Even grills of the window should be clean, god knows why??.......I just suggested that dust on grills doesn't interrupt clean air to come inside and invited the big eyes wide open towards me, enuff to scare me :(&lt;br /&gt;7. There should be no dust on fan and fan blades.&lt;br /&gt;8. Books and laptops should have a definite place in the room.&lt;br /&gt;9. There should be a table in the room to keep the routinely needed things like books, watch, specs, pen, copy etc.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bathroom and toilets should be cleaned everyday not weekly.&lt;br /&gt;11. All sleepers and shoes should go to a definite place if not in current use.&lt;br /&gt;12. A big clock should be there on the wall in the room with alarms.&lt;br /&gt;13. All clothes should either be in Almirah or in washing tub or should be in sun for drying or on your body.&lt;br /&gt;14. There should be glasses to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sohuld pay a visit to kitchen before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and lots more... hope these tips will be useful for my wife in future ;) , I am never going to do any of these things untill my marriage and then basically depends ;) .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8390629724588344036?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8390629724588344036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8390629724588344036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8390629724588344036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8390629724588344036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/05/parents-and-me.html' title='Parents and me...'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-6147846801505136318</id><published>2007-05-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:20:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do we Read Quran?</title><content type='html'>Why do we read Quran, even if we can't understand a single Arabic word????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the grandson asked, 'Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?'&lt;br /&gt;The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, 'Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, 'You'll have to move a little faster next time,' and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,' and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, 'See Grandpa, it's useless!' 'So you think it is useless?' The old man said, 'Look at the basket.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-6147846801505136318?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/6147846801505136318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=6147846801505136318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6147846801505136318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6147846801505136318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-we-read-quran.html' title='Why Do we Read Quran?'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4689961288606386919</id><published>2007-05-02T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:38:34.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love by Swami Vivekananda</title><content type='html'>I once had  a friend who grew to be very close to me.Once  when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool,she  filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said  this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow  it  to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to  close your  fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the  first cracks  it finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love....  They try  to posses it, they  demand, they expect ... And just like the water  spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be  free, You can not change its nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are people you love, allow  them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;Advise, but don't  order.&lt;br /&gt;Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is  a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to  true love. To truly practice it, you must  sincerely feel no expectations from  those who you love, and yet an  unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.funlok.com"&gt; Funlok &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4689961288606386919?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4689961288606386919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4689961288606386919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4689961288606386919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4689961288606386919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-by-swami-vivekananda.html' title='Love by Swami Vivekananda'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-7973301744348197193</id><published>2007-04-24T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:45:42.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"well i can only thank god...that "my husband" is not like u....N its  not bad betraying ur parents...its abt making them understand....cuz there is  nothgin WRONG in chasing ur own life partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="message_next"&gt;and its my persepctive......u can ve ur own  perspectibve&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="message_next"&gt;so its OK&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="message_next"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;good luck wid ur life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;---- Annoymous on question of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parents' fidelity vs. chasing Love.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I have plenty of points and reasons and situations against it but there exist one argument in support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I generally talk about the 25 years of faithfulness of my parents towards me and their much apprecaited toil for my up-bringing..... but how can I forget my responsibility towards a person with whom I am going to spend my rest of the life (obviously more than 25 years!!)......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-7973301744348197193?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/7973301744348197193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=7973301744348197193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7973301744348197193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/7973301744348197193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/wisdom-tooth.html' title='Wisdom Tooth'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-407295354225023595</id><published>2007-04-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:33:54.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Reviews - Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Walk to Remember (2002):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice romantic movie having same tragedic end as of Mallika Sherawat's fame "Khwahish", but with a strong storyline and direction. Jamie and Landon  shows a nice chemistry on the screen. It is again one of those movies that strengthen my argue that "girls have that amazing capability of turning life by 180Degrees." Liked the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXnssHgKN_Y"&gt;"One Hope"&lt;/a&gt; song in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia (2006):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy movie specificallly targetted for kids in their primary school but could be liked by anyone. Being a fantasy movie I was expecting it to be full of graphics and special effects and it really disappointed me in that regard. Here, two small kids socially rejected by their colleagues searched their own kingdom, announced themselves King and Queen and spend great time together. However, as opposed to my expectation movie had a tragedic end. No idea how kids will take it who are the target audience of the movie and i dont think if anybody in my circle will like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pursuit of Happyness (2006):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the life of Chris Gardner who digged out his way from nothing (21$33cents) to multi-millionaire. I appreciated the persistence and confidence of Chris Gardner (Will Smith), his son's faith in him, hardship, and his presence of mind. Some years back in my high school days I also tried that cube and I admit that I couldn't go beyond making three faces of identical color after spending my several precious days. Anyway Will Smith is a great actor and you could actually realize the sleeplessness in his eyes. Liked the scene where Chris didn't have enough money to pay the cab driver and the situation made him to run away shouting "I m sorry....I m sorry....". A great recommended watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must Love Dogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice romantic-comedy movie which I decided to no go ahead with as I found it to be a girlish kind in initial 20-30 min. But, by the time Bob and Jack appears they made it watchable, and as the movie proceeds towards end it gets deeper and deeper. The movie sails through too many emotions, confusion states, changing realtionships, people dating in 40s and 60s. There are several unforgottenable nice dialogs in the movie too:&lt;br /&gt;- 60 yr. old Doly told her age 43 fakely to her 15 yr. old date and execuses to sarah saying, "Sorry, I couldn't go beyond 43...."&lt;br /&gt;- Jack's and Bill's meeting near the end where he described Sarah by saying "she was a unique constealltion of attributes. She was my Haily's comet..."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Carole, Jack, Bobby, Bill, Doly each of them were good. Too many funny situation and consequences keep people watching it without losing interest. I liked the end of the movie.... too classic :) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poseidon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poseidon was the god of Sea as per greek myth and in the movie it was the name of a ship that was devastated by ocean tides. Movie is not based on any such real incident but is based on a novel and is a remake of a 1972 movie with the same name. It is about the struggle of some people to come out of the broken sinking ship with great expectancy for saving their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children of Men:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fictional sci-fi movie depicting the year 2027 when people stopped giving birth to children due to some natural calamity. Youngest child on the planet was 18 years old and was killed in a bomb explosion. Everywhere in England (the locality of movie) there is some kind of rebel due to immigrants and there is complete anarchy and instability in situation. Theo a diplomat somehow came across to a girl named Kee who is the lonely pregnant on earth. He has to save the child from being misused by a group of rebels and has the reponsibilty to find the Human project Tomorrow ship and handover her. Only thing in the movie to watch is the child birth and the escape of Theo and Kee between fighting soldiers and rebels, when all of them got stunned with the child cry, stopped firing, gave passage and everybody from rebels to soldiers to general public started blessing the child and after their successful passage firing resumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters from IwoJima (2006):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IwoJima was the critical island of Japan and Japanese army failed to save the land from the US invasion during second world war. This movie illustrates frustration of lack of fighting resources, reinfocement army and fear of Japanese army before the US attack. It is also the complimentary movie of "Flags of our fathers" directed by the same director (Clint Eastwood) as they claim, but as I watched the movie I felt that this movie again sings the US glory from Japanese perspective. Whole movie is made in Japanese langauge and you need to rely on subtitles to get the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove my point why I consider it a US persspective even after directors' such claim and movie being in Japanese language and described in words of a Japanese&lt;br /&gt;private:&lt;br /&gt;1. Saigo (a baker turned first class private) from the start of the movie was not in the favor to fight with US --&gt; despite the fact that Japanese are considered as the most patriot comunity of the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saigo's explanation to Shizumu using words: "Kashiwara died of honorable-dysentry" .... when Shizumu told him that he should be proud of being a part of honorable Japanese royal army.&lt;br /&gt;3. Commander Nishi's argue of sinking island instead of fighting with US troops.&lt;br /&gt;4. General Khurbayaschi's fear of technically advanced US fighters.&lt;br /&gt;5. When Japanese captured a US soldier and wanted to kill him saying that Americans are barbarian and should be killed down...then Nishi's argument saying... "have you  ever met any of them?".. and then reading the letter from his (after the death of captured US soldier due to injuries) mother to him only glorifies US not Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally, Saigo himself was a fictious character (thanks to Wikipedia!!) ..... from whom eyes most part of the movie has been described!!!!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Raid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie some months back. It is about a true biggest rescue operation in the history for surrendered US POWs captured by a big batallion of Japanese army in Philippines. It shows the merciless Japanese officers, their strong secret agents network, POWs pity situation and the perfect rescue plan designed by an officer and its successful execution with very few casualties in any such operation (probably two). A great recommended watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POTA9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian movie (you need to work with subtitles) where Russian army being sent to Afghanistan to fight the rebels. A very nice illustration of such a war (Guerilla warfare) where whole batallion of a Russian army killed (except one) in the lack of reinfocement on Afghan land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My next watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy @ the gates&lt;br /&gt;Thief LorD&lt;br /&gt;Eragon&lt;br /&gt;Namesake&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-407295354225023595?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/407295354225023595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=407295354225023595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/407295354225023595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/407295354225023595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-reviews-part2.html' title='Movie Reviews - Part2'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-8831664840460526504</id><published>2007-04-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:48:17.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Londonstani</title><content type='html'>ok ok... don't get confused with the title, I left this book by "Gautam Malkani" after somehow finishing three pages of it @ my favorite vendors' shop....(thank you for saving my precious money)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is about "Namastey London" that I got to watch today. I liked this comedy-romantic movie. I am writing about this movie because as oppose to my expectation it was good from many different point of views and let me try to enumerate all those reasons for which I liked this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Content and the way the story has been woven was good.&lt;br /&gt;2. It gives a very mature and real form of love - "Love is not the name of getting it.." (forgot the original Punjabi version which Arjun recited and told that this phrase has been created for losers)&lt;br /&gt;3. It highlights the real pain of Hindustani parents in English culture which they detest when it comes to their own child and like it for their own selfishness at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4. It shows the regular embarrassment of Indian origin in European conutries and the way they look down to Indians and Pakis - e.g. considering India as a country of snake charmers, asking Imran if he has any involvement with terrorist groups etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. It very successfully refelcts the pain of Arjun in a very delicate manner where he unknowingly turned victim of a fake marriage done by Jazz to revenge her father.&lt;br /&gt;6. Arjun's persistence and playing with all the odds patiently with full confidence and extending hands of friendship to Jazz (even after the biggest betrayal of his life) was truely a remarkable thing to note in the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;7. I loved the way KhanSb. presented the Birthday Gift to his son for his son's nice advice to Jazz. Appreciated that "khan sb. wala andaz".....even I wish to do someting like that :) ..agar mereee aulaad itnee hee nalayaq niklee toh... Khuda-na-karey...&lt;br /&gt;8. Director avoided all the Gurinder Chadhdha way of stupidity to appear anywhere in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;9. Also, felt better that Indian directors are learning to make no-nonsense movies with a good sense of humor and movies those deals with mature understandings.&lt;br /&gt;10. And after-all Katty was there all the time and most of the time on screen, enuff to love the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-8831664840460526504?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/8831664840460526504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=8831664840460526504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8831664840460526504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/8831664840460526504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/londonstani.html' title='Londonstani'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-9152741653736872967</id><published>2007-04-03T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:43:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Idiot</title><content type='html'>It was 2:30 am in night when I just thought about it and started searching desperately for some small and FreeIQTest. I have already done a tickle IQ test and one more, this time I wanted to try a new one. Did google and found few search results and out of them one that caught my eyes was a &lt;a href="http://www.iqtestforfree.com/"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt; that was promising me to tell the answers only in 5 min by annswering just 9 questions!! This was exactly the thing I was looking for at this moment.I strated test with the counter in my mind and time set for 5 min., honestly completed the test to find this result by clicking over SubmitIQ test button :( - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RhLJBfId5NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M_jxeItVvTU/s1600-h/iqtest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RhLJBfId5NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M_jxeItVvTU/s320/iqtest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049319159609812178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my eyes and then my mind didn't agree that I am that great foollll.... and it made me to read those scribbled text further.....Fucking bastard #$@!%^&amp;&amp;^^#$@!!! it was a prank....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-9152741653736872967?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/9152741653736872967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=9152741653736872967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/9152741653736872967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/9152741653736872967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/absolute-idiot.html' title='Absolute Idiot'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RhLJBfId5NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M_jxeItVvTU/s72-c/iqtest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4764449340977725966</id><published>2007-04-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:53:23.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Story Cut Short...</title><content type='html'>Following is the short form of a true story told to me by one of my cousin during my Kanpur trip in a highl descriptive manner consuming a lot of my precious time. I found this story too inspirational that I decided to post it to my blog page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There was farmer in a village in Ghazipur. He was eldest among the three brothers and father died in his very  young age. He took care of his brothers very well, his immediate younger brother also started farming with him and the youngest brother continued his study to get a job as a custom duty officer. They has 4 children in the next generation, one from the eldest brother, two from the younger brother and one from the youngest. Son of eldest brother was a deaf-mute child and her mother was much worried about him.  Just to secure the future of her only son she once told her husband to deposit a fixed amount of lumpsum of Rs. 2 Lac in bank for her only son for suture usage. Farmer was a rich person, he went ahead and deposited the same amount not for only his own son but for all the 4 children and told her wife. Her wife responded him, "you can never understand anything". Old farmer just gave a smile and left.&lt;br /&gt;Some years later, farmer thought to buy a cold storage and found himself in short of money. He talked to the youngest brother if he could invest money in it. Youngest brother immediately responded by sending a cheque of very huge amount, more than sufficient to buy the cold storage but with a short note requesting him to not to talk about it in the house (means not to tell any of the wives of brothers). Farmer took the cheque, but after a night he returned the cheque back by saying if his brother has not the courage (and faith) to talk about this thing to his wife then he is not supposed to financially contribute for the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, this story tells something very important about family values and traits and respect but I am leaving the conclusion part for you.....please feel free to comment about all the morals you received from the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Just to clarify the end - "Some days later he again got the cheque with the clean-chit from his youngest brother's wife and with an apology letter for his mistake..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4764449340977725966?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4764449340977725966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4764449340977725966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4764449340977725966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4764449340977725966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-story-cut-short.html' title='A Long Story Cut Short...'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-239487727429137856</id><published>2007-04-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:09:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being "ISFP"</title><content type='html'>Tried this personality test called &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/index2.php"&gt;Bloginality&lt;/a&gt; and came out as ISFP personality. So following are the traits of an ISFP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As an ISFP, you are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intraverted, Sensing, Feeling , Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes your primary focus on Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Sensing.&lt;br /&gt;This is defined as a SP personality, which is part of Carl Jung's Artisans (Sensation Seeking) type, and more specifically the Composers or Artist&lt;br /&gt;Because you are in touch with the inner-artist, you see things heavily in relationship to your feelings and their beauty. You may not be as likely to have a public site, because you feel better sharing with only those who are closest with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to be a teacher (after giving up my desire of career path as IceCream vendor :( ),and then a Psychiatrist (Neurosurgeon) but never an Engineer!! My Personality Career Path bolster my this desire....find my Career Path &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ISFP_car.html"&gt;here, &lt;/a&gt;my Relationships &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ISFP_rel.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, personality type &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ISFP.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and psychological traits &lt;a href="http://www.socionics.com/prof/isfp.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.....but I liked this analysis as it bolster my philosophy of "Action speaks louder than words"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-239487727429137856?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/239487727429137856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=239487727429137856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/239487727429137856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/239487727429137856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-isfp.html' title='Being &quot;ISFP&quot;'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-6470925939704331032</id><published>2007-03-24T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:58:49.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Promise You</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmm.... I liked this lyrics by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/'N_Sync"&gt;*NSYNC&lt;/a&gt; band, so posting it to my blog page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"This I Promise You"&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the visions around you,&lt;br /&gt;Bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all that surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Are secrets and lies&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your strength,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hope,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;The one you should call,&lt;br /&gt;Was standing here all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you forever,&lt;br /&gt;In lifetimes before&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you never...&lt;br /&gt;Will you hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart (give you my heart)&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle we've won&lt;br /&gt;And with this vow,&lt;br /&gt;Forever has now begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes (close your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you..&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I fall (over and over I fall)&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't be living at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take (I will take you in my arms)&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong (right where you belong)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I promise you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-6470925939704331032?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/6470925939704331032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=6470925939704331032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6470925939704331032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6470925939704331032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-i-promise-you.html' title='This I Promise You'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3304557124994062017</id><published>2007-03-24T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:41:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with English songs</title><content type='html'>English songs was a field I was trying to avoid from a long time (as it was my penchant that I have not been made to listen these songs after my bad experience of starting with Metallica in my college days!!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally some inner motivation caused me to get back to try these songs agian and starting with Duran-Duran really helped me to go ahead and try other songs. its just a month I am trying to listen english songs but enumerating some of those I have listen and liked:&lt;br /&gt;1. All songs by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duran_Duran"&gt;Duran-Duran&lt;/a&gt; - basically "come undone" is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dido_(singer)"&gt;Dido&lt;/a&gt; - especially I liked "white flag" and "don't think of me"&lt;br /&gt;3. Most of the songs by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norah_Jones "&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/a&gt; - especially "Long way home", "Dont know why" and "Be here to love me".&lt;br /&gt;4. "Save the best for last" is really a soothing song by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanessa_Lynn_Williams"&gt;Vanessa Williams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Leaving on a Jet Plane" originally sung by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Denver"&gt;John Denver&lt;/a&gt; has a good lyrics but "Armageddon" version is more pelasant.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Careless whisper" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Michael"&gt;Micahel George&lt;/a&gt; is another favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;7. "Afterglow" by Aussie band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/INXS"&gt;INXS&lt;/a&gt; (read as in-excess) is marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;8. "Dancing Queen" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABBA"&gt;ABBA&lt;/a&gt; is good to listen.&lt;br /&gt;9. "Love is all around" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wet_Wet_Wet"&gt;Wet-wet-wet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. "Pearl Harbor" soundtrack is good to listen while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;11. "Smack that" is also a nice to listen song by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akon"&gt;AKON&lt;/a&gt; (and Eminem), still looking to find his newly published "Konvicted" album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3304557124994062017?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3304557124994062017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3304557124994062017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3304557124994062017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3304557124994062017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-with-english-songs.html' title='Playing with English songs'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3521850619431769547</id><published>2007-03-24T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:42:36.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Movies and Movies!!!</title><content type='html'>Just trying to write reviews of some movies I have seen in recent past (another way of passing my time with the things I like to do):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thank_You_For_Smoking"&gt;Thank you for smoking (2006)&lt;/a&gt;: Liked this movie as it gives positive reasons, defend and motivate our otherwise detested smoking community :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427944/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/thank_you_for_smoking/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Kings_(film)"&gt;Three Kings (1999)&lt;/a&gt; - Story of 4 American soldiers during 1991 Glf-war where they stole Goldbricks and then used it to Bribe to save Iraqi refugees. It gives a glimpse of situation of general public in Iraq, fight between Iraqi govt. and local rebels, role/influence of American soldiers in Iraq, but it has shown American troops too much heroic and war-expert (which they obviously lack!!), anyway a good watch!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120188/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/three_kings/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_and_Lyrics "&gt;Music and Lyrics (2007)&lt;/a&gt; - Good nice-nice kind of romantic-comedy movie. Presence of Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant is more than enough reason to watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758766/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/music_and_lyrics"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Weddings_and_a_Funeral"&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)&lt;/a&gt;  - Again a Hugh Grant's romantic-comedy movie where he found that his original love is divorced just before accepting "duckface" as her wife in the church and accepts that he doesn't love his "to-be wife" on the objection of his deaf-mute brother. I liked the "Funeral Blues" song (posted below in this blog) and "Love is all around" by wet-wet-wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109831/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/four_weddings_and_a_funeral/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_Married"&gt;Just Married (2003)&lt;/a&gt;: Another romantic-comedy movie starring Ashton Kutcher and Brittany Murphy reflecting that "True Love and Lovers" has a capability to overcome from any situation, only a very-bad experience on honeymoon isn't the enough reason to end a married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0305711/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/just_married/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Rider"&gt;GhostRider (2007) &lt;/a&gt;- Movie starring Nicolas cage full of supernatural powers and actions. Nothing in this movie is interesting to watch except the Motor-Bike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0259324/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/ghost_rider/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eternal_Sunshine_of_the_Spotless_Mind"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of a spotless mind&lt;/a&gt; (2004): Jim Carry and KateWinslet starred movie start in reverse order where both of them have erased their memory of each other (using a special medical technique) after the break-off. An ineteresting movie but require enough patience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hitchhiker's_Guide_to_the_Galaxy"&gt;HitchHikers guide to the Galaxy (H2G2 - 2004)&lt;/a&gt;: A sci-fi movie based on the book (by Douglas Adams) and famous 80's TV and radio show series. Original book is organized in five volumes. This movie can only be understood well if you have gone thorugh the book or if you have enough patience to do Wikipedia for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371724/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/hitchhikers_guide_to_the_galaxy/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apocalypto (2007): One of those disgusting movies I have ever seen based on the living of pre-discovered American culture. I can still see forcefully detaching heart before actually killing the sacrificed in my nightmares....Yuckkkkkkk!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0472043/ "&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/apocalypto/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/300"&gt;300 (2007)&lt;/a&gt;: Based on the warriors of Sparta in Ancient times and their fight against the tyrannic Persian kingdom. A nice to watch movie, liked the background music and the fighting spirit of Spartans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416449/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/300/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_English_Patient_(film)"&gt;The English Patient (1996)&lt;/a&gt;: Much appreciated movie, a romantic tragedy and one of my favorite movies. I liked the background music, character of Almasy and each and every scene of this movie. It is an adaptation of a 1992 novel by Michael Ondaatje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/"&gt;IMDB Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/english_patient/"&gt;RottenTomatoes Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies in pipeline are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Pursuit if Happyness&lt;br /&gt;2. A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;3. Bridge To Terabithia&lt;br /&gt;4. Must love Dogs 2005&lt;br /&gt;5. Things to do Before You're 30 2004&lt;br /&gt;6. 10 Things I Hate About You 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3521850619431769547?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3521850619431769547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3521850619431769547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3521850619431769547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3521850619431769547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/movies-movies-and-movies.html' title='Movies, Movies and Movies!!!'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3331385494785489592</id><published>2007-03-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:53:02.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason for me to smile.....</title><content type='html'>Today while chatting with Huma we decided to give feedback to each other, which was something we have not done earlier ofr each other. It just got so interesting that I couldn't wait to post it to my blog page, especially feedback by Huma [:)]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shiraz to Huma - &lt;br /&gt;"Huma - Now, I know you from almost a year (i think it was the month of May, 2006 when we fought first time [;)], anyway), as I conceive about you, I feel you are a decent, bubbly, caring, hard-working, trustworthy, easily-annoyed, patient, stubborn and a very professional girl. Beside this you are kind-hearted, and most of the time you feel loneliness and you also have a habit of deriving sadistic pleasure (not in absolute sense, but you like teasing people around you), you can't be fooled by fake-emotions and stupid actions/comments can irritate you very easily, but I sense that you can be a pretty good-lover for anybody in the world that also means an efficient professional wife in future. May God, give you all the things you aspire for in your life!! best of luck!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled a lot (and laughed aloud) when I got following tweaked version of same feedback for me:&lt;br /&gt;From Huma to Shiraz - &lt;br /&gt;"Yes of course our first meet was a fight when i had mixed feeling for you. I admired ur friendship for Ali at the same time i was annoyed by your narrow mindedness. What I feel about you is that you are not-decent, hard-working, not-trustworthy, easily-annoyed, impatient, and stubborn and a very professional guy.Beside this you are kind-hearted, and most of the time you feel like teasing people and having fun and so you tend to chat with me. You tend to make stupid actions/comments that annoys me but I know u r trying to irritate me....and that's OK . I sense that you can be a good-lover for a person who takes things lightly...not going deep into matters....coz u tend to get irritated and then say "Bhad me Jao" . May God, give you all the things you aspire of in your life!! All the best!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that "bhad me jao" thing which I use unknowingly most of the time for this girl while chatting and getting irritated... thanks Huma!!! you are such a nice person, but I am still waiting for original feedback from your side as I told you, tweaked version of feedback is not going to work for me, OK??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3331385494785489592?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3331385494785489592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3331385494785489592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3331385494785489592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3331385494785489592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/reason-for-me-to-smile.html' title='A reason for me to smile.....'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-1731421115800281754</id><published>2007-03-21T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:03:13.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Blues</title><content type='html'>From 4 Weddings and a Funeral:&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-1731421115800281754?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/1731421115800281754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=1731421115800281754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/1731421115800281754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/1731421115800281754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/funeral-blues.html' title='Funeral Blues'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3008590780927244358</id><published>2007-03-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:28:35.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Forgive me, for all my cowardness;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, for all my indifference;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, for all my coldness;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, for all my patience;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid me, when you think;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid me, when you blink;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid me, whenever I cross;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid me, whenever you see ;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, if I laugh;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, if I creak;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, if I dance;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, if you get chance;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get empathetic for me;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't care for me;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think of me;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, in his arms;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, in his palms;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, in his kiss;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, in this bliss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Self-Composed :D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3008590780927244358?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3008590780927244358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3008590780927244358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3008590780927244358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3008590780927244358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-6080731935178399150</id><published>2007-03-02T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:34:51.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPAA Rating System</title><content type='html'>MPAA - Motion Picture Association of America.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Content copied from - &lt;a href="http://www.hometheaterinfo.com/mpaa.htm"&gt;MPAA Ratings &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MOVIE RATINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G:"General Audiences-All Ages Admitted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a film which contains nothing in theme, language, nudity and sex, violence, etc. which would, in the view of the Rating Board, be offensive to parents whose younger children view the film. The G rating is not a "certificate of approval," nor does it signify a children's film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG:"Parental Guidance Suggested. Some Material May Not Be Suitable For Children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a film which clearly needs to be examined or inquired into by parents before they let their children attend. The label PG plainly states that parents may consider some material unsuitable for their children, but the parent must make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG-13:"Parents Strongly Cautioned. Some Material May Be Inappropriate For Children Under 13."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG-13 is thus a sterner warning to parents to determine for themselves the attendance in particular of their younger children as they might consider some material not suited for them. Parents, by the rating, are alerted to be very careful about the attendance of their under-teenage children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:"Restricted, Under 17 Requires Accompanying Parent Or Adult Guardian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opinion of the Rating Board, this film definitely contains some adult material. Parents are strongly urged to find out more about this film before they allow their children to accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An R-rated film may include hard language, or tough violence, or nudity within sensual scenes, or drug abuse or other elements, or a combination of some of the above, so that parents are counseled, in advance, to take this advisory rating very seriously. Parents must find out more about an R-rated movie before they allow their teenagers to view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC-17:"No One 17 And Under Admitted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rating declares that the Rating Board believes that this is a film that most parents will consider patently too adult for their youngsters under 17. No children will be admitted. NC-17 does not necessarily mean "obscene or pornographic" in the oft-accepted or legal meaning of those words. The Board does not and cannot mark films with those words. These are legal terms and for courts to decide. The reasons for the application of an NC-17 rating can be violence or sex or aberrational behavior or drug abuse or any other elements which, when present, most parents would consider too strong and therefore off-limits for viewing by their children. Most major theaters will not accept a film rated NC-17 for showing. Also, many news papers and other media such as TV and radio stations will not advertise a film rated NC-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Television Ratings&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidelines similar to those used for film have now been employed for rating television shows. Often, they are used in conjunction with the V-Chip or cable box lock out features to permit a parent to restrict which shows their children can watch on their own. The ratings are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVY: "All Children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is designed to be appropriate for all children. Whether animated or live-action, the themes and elements in this program are specifically designed for a very young audience, including children from ages 2 - 6. This program is not expected to frighten younger children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVY7: "Directed to Older Children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is designed for children age 7 and above.It may be more appropriate for children who have acquired the developmental skills needed to distinguish between make-believe and reality. Themes and elements in this program may include mild fantasy violence or comedic violence, or may frighten children under the age of 7. Therefore, parents may wish to consider the suitability of this program for their very young children. Note: For those programs where fantasy violence may be more intense or more combative than other programs in this category, such programs will be designated TV-Y7-FV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVG: "General Audiences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most parents would find this program suitable for all ages. Although this rating does not signify a program designed specifically for children, most parents may let younger children watch this program unattended. It contains little or no violence, no strong language and little or no sexual dialogue or situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVPG: "Parental Guidance Suggested"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program contains material that parents may find unsuitable for younger children. Many parents may want to watch it with their younger children. The theme itself may call for parental guidance and/or the program contains one or more of the following: moderate violence (V), some sexual situations (S), infrequent coarse language (L), or some suggestive dialogue (D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV14: "Parents Strongly Cautioned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program contains some material that many parents would find unsuitable for children under 14 years of age. Parents are strongly urged to exercise greater care in monitoring this program and are cautioned against letting children under the age of 14 watch unattended. This program contains one or more of the following: intense violence (V), intense sexual situations (S), strong coarse language (L), or intensely suggestive dialogue (D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVMA: "Mature Audiences Only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This program contains one or more of the following: graphic violence (V), explicit sexual activity (S), or crude indecent language (L).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-6080731935178399150?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/6080731935178399150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=6080731935178399150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6080731935178399150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/6080731935178399150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/03/mpaa-rating-system.html' title='MPAA Rating System'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-3756223824478485888</id><published>2007-02-26T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:31:18.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimonial by Sandy...</title><content type='html'>Something special, something good, something that I liked :), something that is only for me, something that is about me, something something......&lt;br /&gt;Below are the remarkable comments written by Sandy for me and it is something which I will not like to lose again therefore creating a backup (as I learned from Sandy himself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I met 'Shiraz' aka 'Rufy' when we were in 11th class. Kakku Bh. introduced us and from then onwards, we are amazing friends. The first encounter, and I knew that he was a genius (he still is). Damn intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;He is one guy who can face any difficulty with a big smile. Falls in love with any damn gal on the planet and then he is oohoo lala la la la.&lt;br /&gt;I am literally a great fan of his blogs. Very genuine and straight from the heart. Keep them coming buddy.&lt;br /&gt;The most amusing thing was the way he had written testimonials for his friend. My Godda. It was all in a C++ program. You're jsut awesome dude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-3756223824478485888?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/3756223824478485888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=3756223824478485888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3756223824478485888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/3756223824478485888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/02/testimonial-by-sandy.html' title='Testimonial by Sandy...'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-4894707415287068066</id><published>2007-02-16T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:11:29.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhaiya A.B. .... SHIT ON YOU!!</title><content type='html'>While watching "Eklavya" (newly released) we landed up in the intermission section and found "apney bhaiya" A.B. advocating the current U.P. Government of Mulayam Singh regime, and the worst part was bhaiya's emphasis on the falling rate of crime... that was really a piece if bullshit and increased my level of frustration towards A.B. to a new height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYr9a2_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PEReL6C1Wtg/s1600-h/amitabh_bachchan_bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYr9a2_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PEReL6C1Wtg/s320/amitabh_bachchan_bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032257967815123346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what this guy will do with the campaigning money (in the name of most magananimous so called "Friendship" with Amar Singh)by misleading those wretched poor villagers who are just mad for "Apney A.B. bhaiya". Didn't this bhaiya ever heard of merciless Nithari and Etawah serial killings?? doesn't he know the fact how did Mulayam Singh's brother (Shivpal singh)reacted on this brutal crime?? How dare he compared the crime rate of U.P. to other states and on what basis?? did he compared the quality and the nature of crime?? did he compared the brutalities involved?? Why don't he compare the Police proactiveness as compared to other states?? Is he aware of the fact that U.P. and Haryana police are the lowest paid police system?? Did he investigated if U.P. Police is even recording F.I.Rs at all??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such type of damagoguery is really condemnable and by a renowned personality of reputation like A.B. makes it even more shameful. Atleast these guys should stay themselves away if they don't have the courage to fight for people, public like them because they entertain people and capitalizing on this fact is really the most condemnable thing. Please A.B. keep yourself away from such political campaigns!! Please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-4894707415287068066?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/4894707415287068066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=4894707415287068066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4894707415287068066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/4894707415287068066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/02/bhaiya-ab-shit-on-you.html' title='Bhaiya A.B. .... SHIT ON YOU!!'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYr9a2_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PEReL6C1Wtg/s72-c/amitabh_bachchan_bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-2406532665216247017</id><published>2007-02-16T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:27:46.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner-Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYhuq2_4YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LO2_TVx6dos/s1600-h/c_paladin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYhuq2_4YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LO2_TVx6dos/s320/c_paladin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032246719295775106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may look very idiotic, but, sometimes it really gives you a feel of pleasure that you are not that bad as you think of yourself. Its just a matter of chance, you have analyzed yourself later to recognize your abilities and your plus/minus when the correct time has already passed. Anyway, instead of preaching I will like to share my inner hero "The Paladin" (one who fight for a cause) with all of you. I will be glad to say that I went through this test (although 20 questions were too much and was quite boring sometimes) seriously and was able to find a solution that I will not say is perfect but I agree with most of the quotations about me, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Paladin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Character Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Rogue (3)&lt;br /&gt;    Warrior (6)&lt;br /&gt;    Wizard (17)&lt;br /&gt;    Paladin (23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Profile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You're compassionate, forward-thinking, and devoted to doing the right thing. If you're still in school, your teachers probably adore you, even if your grades aren't very strong. If you work, you're more concerned with doing your job well than climbing the corporate ladder. When it comes to leisure, you'd rather pursue the arts, spend time in nature, or enjoy quiet time with a close friend than spend all night at a raucous party. You seek out peace, beauty, and harmony wherever you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Above all, you love helping others and bringing a little light to the world wherever you can. You have strong artistic talent, even if you haven't discovered it yet. You aren't a social butterfly, but the friendships you have tend to be long-lasting and devoted. You feel a deep sense of contentment when you have the opportunity to show someone how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    Your Mission:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You were put on this earth to help others. They will trust you, because they are attracted to your sincerity, your kindness, and your willingness to do what's right. &lt;red&gt;You are the one who has to stand up for the little guy, because everyone else is too busy looking after number one.&lt;/red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to Fix Something. Something small, or something big. Put a new chain on your brother's bike. Reconcile a family feud. Take a stray cat to the vet to be spayed. Donate blood. Fix a friend's car for free. Fix SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Famous Adventurer of Silmaria trusts you to complete your mission. Don't feel guilty about procrastination - start now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    A Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Try to remember: sometimes you need to fight for what you believe in. When someone steps on your rights, or the rights of others, you have to forget being "the nice guy/girl" and set things the way they should be. If necessary, befriend a Warrior and enlist him or her in your cause. Then just turn your Warrior loose and watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes you're just going to have to face reality. Because you yourself are trustworthy, you tend to be too trusting. But not everyone is as kind and honest as you are. You may need a Rogue on your side to let you know when you're being hoodwinked, swindled, or made a fool of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**To know more about Paladin, please go through this Wikipedia link: &lt;a&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paladin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thanks to Sonika for the link to this test!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-2406532665216247017?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/2406532665216247017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=2406532665216247017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2406532665216247017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/2406532665216247017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-inner-hero.html' title='Inner-Hero'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tqrzcozlGOY/RdYhuq2_4YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LO2_TVx6dos/s72-c/c_paladin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-117061880659781353</id><published>2007-02-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:53:26.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Line of thought :)</title><content type='html'>Just wondering about the words.... why most of the languages have opted to give more characters to any word that describe females than male. Just see the comparison of letters those describe girls and boys as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girl &gt; Boy&lt;br /&gt;2. Female &gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;3. Woman &gt; Man&lt;br /&gt;4. Lass&gt; Lad&lt;br /&gt;5. Mrs.&gt; Mr.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mistress &gt; Mister&lt;br /&gt;7. Mademiselle &gt; Monsieur -&gt; French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just owndering.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-117061880659781353?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/117061880659781353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=117061880659781353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/117061880659781353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/117061880659781353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/02/line-of-thought.html' title='Line of thought :)'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-116937855535224986</id><published>2007-01-21T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:22:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate about Barista</title><content type='html'>10 things that I detest about the outer part of Barista, Sec 18 in Noida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This place is too congusted.&lt;br /&gt;2. No. of chairs and tables are too few.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chairs suck.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tables suck more than chairs. Each time you lift your cup of coffee or put your hands on it, it shakes every-time due to an unknown fear.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have to explain your name and orde more than once to make those stupid Barista guys understand.&lt;br /&gt;6. They don't prepare the order right-away.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have to go back to your seat and have to wait for a name that sounds similar to yours to be shouted in an embarrassing manner in the Alley.&lt;br /&gt;8. Only when you are in hurry, they will take a longer time to preapre your order and if you want to sit and kill your time there, they will preapre your order fast.&lt;br /&gt;9. One side of the outer area is shadeless, you should be a devotee one to sit there in summer's daytime and winter's night.&lt;br /&gt;10. They charge too high for their shitty cup of coffee and rotten eatables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-116937855535224986?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/116937855535224986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=116937855535224986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116937855535224986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116937855535224986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-things-i-hate-about-barista.html' title='10 things I hate about Barista'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-116215090135876562</id><published>2006-10-29T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:07:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KANK  Unjustified!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/still3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/still3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I watched the long awaited "KANK" movie today......all I will say it is too ahead of time..and a very corner case of a married life.....I have never been happened to a relationship like tihs still I have some honest view on it....I dont think any couple in the world is perfect but it is the responsibility of spouses to make it perfect to a certain extent.....incompatibility is a common problem between couple and with highs and lows they should keep their married life satisfied....a very good example of such a modern couple who arises incompatibility and then worked to remove all grudges to go for a happy marital life is "Salaam Namastey"......well, here Karan Johar completely failed to justify the extramarital affair of the guys...the unnecessary attraction was quite weird...how some rationale,literate, educated person on the planet earth can get so selfish to destroy his own nest to get his/her real love....there was no point in explaining spouse about the relationship they had developed if they had decided to discontinue it.....what they wanted to prove to those guys.....god (and then K.Johar) knows better I hope.....and surprisingly enough was the reaction of these so loving/caring spouses (Abhishek &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Zinta) when they came to know that their spouses (Kingkhan and RaniM) want to return back to home......again a very weak (and meek) way of saying Talaq..Talaq..Talaq....I think they just did it because Director (or storywriter) was not getting a good reasonable way to detach the couples :)......and BigB's death was again a deliberately added gloomy color to the movie.......director just killed a happy going light weighted colorful guy to add some extra heaviness......&lt;br /&gt;Ok....forget about the story and direction and everything else...just talk about the concept of extramarital affair of unhappy spouses.....I will say here that our KingKhan (and of course RaniM) was a luckiest soul who got a friend in similar condition to whom he could talk and share his pains....what about Zinta and SmallB....they even didn't get the tear wiping hands.....they did everything to get their partner happy.....I don't know what these souls (Khan+Rani) were searching...... and finally if they had developed such a nice friendship relation where they were able to talk all those private things and which was only a sex away.......then what was the point of getting married by ruinnig their own nest...by breaking heart of their partners...completely unjustified!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Heyi friends I like Preity Zinta and wanted King Khan to teach a lesson, thats why Tikka-botee kar daala....Kidding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-116215090135876562?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/116215090135876562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=116215090135876562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116215090135876562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116215090135876562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/10/kank-unjustified.html' title='KANK  Unjustified!!'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-116198272946054109</id><published>2006-10-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:58:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually</title><content type='html'>Love has too many shades too many forms.....love is a feeling that makes you sing, that makes you dance, that makes you smile, that makes you feel energetic and that can fill you with a lot of happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/useit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/useit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the movie "Love Actually" and really can't wait to appreciate this movie that teaches so many shades of love...it make you realize that love is something beyond language (love of Englishman Jamie and the portuguese Aurelia), diffrence of post (Love of Prime-Minister David to Natalie, a common part of catering staff in PMO), infatuation (Love of Harry and Karen where Harry was badly infatuated by his secretary Mia), age (a cute love story of little nippers Sam and Joanna), nature of profession (Love between stand-ins Judy and John)....but sometimes complications may leave in a situation where one has to compromise and forcefully get complacent with the situation like Mark, who made himself satisified after a kiss from Juliet on the Christmas eve (so as to save the married life of his best-friend Peter), also Sarah sacrificed her love (Karl) for the welfare of her brother......these all things are really very touchy and sentimental.....overall a great recommended watch.....&lt;br /&gt;also liked the title song by Billy the great :).....&lt;br /&gt;"Love is in your finger, Love is in your toes, Love is actually all around..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-116198272946054109?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/116198272946054109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=116198272946054109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116198272946054109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116198272946054109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-116150254111696844</id><published>2006-10-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:35:41.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing experience</title><content type='html'>Why are we alive in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here in this so unpredictable and horrible world? Yes, this world is horrible, terribly horrible.....full of sorrows, problems and only fighting and competitive race can survive here. We fight against fake/artificial/jealous/dogmatic and so different type of creatures with each step of life, We fight against various type of illness, we also fight with ourselves to control different type of phobias (acrophobia/agoraphobia/xenophobia/cynophobia/hydrophobia etc.). Surprising fact is that we keep doing such things from the day we take birth without realizing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/searching%20god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/searching%20god.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is why we keep doing things for our survival? What is the purpose that our survival provide to the universe? Why do we like this horrible place? Why this cycle of birth -&gt; death keeps revolving and how long will it?? We take birth pass our infancy playing, childhood in school, teenage in college, youth in fighting  to find a good job of our likings and hobbies, adultness in producing child and fighting to keep the family safe from any trouble and then senility in guiding (basically barking) new generation upto the life ends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me what is the purpose that gets solved by this cycle?? Why is life keep rotating like this?? Who is getting benefitted outta  it?? What will happen after our death? Will everything be finished with after death?? But, my mind is not ready to take this argue...it tells me there is something after death.....there is life....life after death!!! why ?? why my mind had developed such a mirage..because from our childhood we have been taught and our religious books say like that......I don't think so....even If I ignore all type of teaching and start disbelieving our book and think from a neutral mind at a peaceful place with closed eyes.....even in that case my senses again failed to accept that everything will be finish after death. Is this an answer to my agnostic mind or it is the deep rooted effect of our childhood teaching??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets' assume there is a life after death and there is a god who will judge on the basis of our deeds then why we keep doing different things instead of only worshipping 24x7 to make our life easier after death. Why prophets had told us to necesarrily marry, produce children and doing every necessary thing to rotate cycle of life? Why they didn't tell us to only worship god all the time, eat like animals do just to silent the hunger?? Why the instituition of marriage and producing children is necessary?? What is the purpose that God is fulfilling by playing with us in this way?? and Why God wants this cycle to be continued with the warning of "Qayaamat" (Judgement day)?? What benefit it gives to him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming there is no life after death and there is nothing......  exactly no remains of a human's existence after his death.....everything around us we see ....they all have generated themselves and quite explainable via science of evolution......and things will keep happening in future in an unpredictable way as it has been continued from billion of years back......without any reason....without any benefit......without any question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here arises one more line of thought (and I am now quite convinced it has been arised becasue of my non-atheistic nature only)......I was trying to search the benfit of cycle of life for God...but here we are missing that God is not a normal human being who thinks and do work to solve some purpose...do work to satisfy some logic....he may be doing all these things purposelessly....without any question....comparing God with basic human nature may be the root cause of our disbelieves.....here also comes the explaintaion of "life after death" in my perspective (it may be my personal theory to keep myself satisfied)....we keep doing several things here without realizing like running a family, developing various arts (like singing, dancing, painting, literature,poem and numerous other examples), enjoying, teasing, killing, behaving rudely/nicely to other people and millions of other deeds probably start paying back after death...that  may be the way God had put things so that each and every act of us may probably pay back.....and this in my perspective is the sufficient explaination of heaven and hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am purely convinced that he would have created the things in the whole universe that are completely automated ....an ideal "Zero defect" programe.....no need of any divine intervention.....now God don't need to do anything more and probably will be busy in doing some other task...even he doesn't need to take pain of destroying Nature (Qayaamat) .... probably "nature" class (here I mean C++ class) is so robust and that it will be degraded gracefully in case of mishandling by variables (creatures inside nature)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough I am again back to ground zero by simply assuming that God is not a typical human being :) and it has explained everything itself....satisfied my atheistic logics and I myself get clarified all type of my own created doubts.....amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-116150254111696844?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/116150254111696844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=116150254111696844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116150254111696844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/116150254111696844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing-experience.html' title='An amazing experience'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115908768226591089</id><published>2006-09-24T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:48:02.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/happycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/happycover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy the fun of being lonely. Somehow concept of loneliness fascinates me. While you are alone you can do anything you like, you can sing in your dirty voice, nobody will bother, you can enjoy dancing on the floor, nobody will be there to say it is a prohibited activity, you can write anything, you can read anything of your choice including those titillating things :), you can watch your favorite channel without disturbance, you can talk your favorite things to your favorite people in a favorite way, you can clean your room without feeling shy, you can change your bedcover and pillow cover without feeling it to be a girlish thing, you can decorate your living room and keep the books aligned on a rack, you can clean your toilet, bathroom and kitchen without feeling it to be a job of someone else, you can listen to your favorite old songs, you can browse  your favorite websites over the net, you can enter to a yahooroom and can chat dirty with people there (basaically I dont like it, used to do during early romance with internet in my first year only), you can read newspaper, hunt words, read blogs, watch movies dumped in your system without any disturbance and ultimately you can go outside and see different variety of people doing numerous things in a particular way. In your loneliness only you can think about your actions and improve yourself to be a better person, in your loneliness only you get time to think about your false actions, confession and regretting from Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in office is official life, life at home with family or spouse is family life, time we spend with friends is social life, when do we get personal life to improve ourselves, to think about the quality of life we are living in a whole week???.....its really very less for me (only during weekend and if nobody come to my house and partners are outside to some place for which I have no any inerest)......now I think I should derive out some more time for me......sometimes I really think to leave this disssatisfied world and turn to be a monk to lose somewhere in the caves of Himalayan range.....renunciation from the materialistic and lustful world.......wow!!! what a fascinating idea!!!!!.....but can I make it in my life???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115908768226591089?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115908768226591089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115908768226591089&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115908768226591089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115908768226591089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-to-be-lonely.html' title='Happy to be lonely'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115843517830409384</id><published>2006-09-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:32:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/muslim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/muslim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is slow but steady the pace by which Muslims (or Islam???) are getting synonymous (sorry, but it is true) with terrorist(ism). Whenever we heard of any blasts, hijakcks,killings, suicide bombers first of all everybody directly associate it to Muslims. The way political leaders, hollywood/bollywood movies, popular magazines, news channels and ultimately Moulanas (sorry again, but you guys are the most insane and important people to blame) are depicting Islam and eventually to Muslims; no wonder (and I am scared) if our next generation simply categorize us as a &lt;strong&gt;herd of bestial Morlocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Muslims dont have any authentic International (or atleast national) popular platform to claim their stand on different issues pertaining to Islam, they dont own any big news agency or magazines that is admired/appreciated or regarded as trustworthy all over the world, they dont have any significant contribution to any Industry, no technical expertise, no Literary activities, no strong hold in world class politics, no contribution to entertainment industry. If Muslims keep fighting with guns without changing their narrow view then the day is not far away when accroding to Darwin's famous "Survival of the fittest" theory Muslims may eliminate one day from the earth as they remain &lt;br /&gt;unadaptable in the changing environment of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of team activity everywhere is clearly evident. Improper channelization of resources, greedy and fake intermediaries, internal  jealousy and crab mentality is much more prominent in this community than any other. I know we have better (should I say far better, isn't??) individuals in every field but lack of team effort destroys everything. Result is that we are not serving the world by our talent in a useful manner and if we continue in the same manner then the day is not far away when Muslim will be the most useless bunch on the earth. No idea when our intellectuals will come up with some suitable idea to organize people and things efficiently. Only dreaming and singing past glory is of no use at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when Muslims should put all the guns down and help society to improve life by their contribution to education, philosophy, technology, business, communication and in so many other fields. We should understand the point that weapons can't do the things that a mere pen can do. Pen has amazing powers and when it mixed with trruth and real passion it can do wonders for a whole society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115843517830409384?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115843517830409384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115843517830409384&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115843517830409384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115843517830409384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/09/concern.html' title='A Concern'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115825297350470231</id><published>2006-09-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:56:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Picks!!</title><content type='html'>Some interesting readings (will keep adding):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href = "http://www.trans4mind.com/counterpoint/cameron.shtml"&gt;Laws of attraction - A Happy Pocket Full of Money&lt;/a&gt; by David Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href = "http://punzer.blogspot.com/"&gt;A nice collection of Poems&lt;/a&gt; - I liked &lt;a href = "http://punzer.blogspot.com/2006/04/peace-opens-gates-and-i-br_114578911664630775.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href = "http://aligarhnama.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Aligarh &lt;/a&gt; by Qais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115825297350470231?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115825297350470231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115825297350470231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115825297350470231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115825297350470231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-picks.html' title='My Picks!!'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115788156364847873</id><published>2006-09-10T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:46:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Journey</title><content type='html'>"Sair ker duniya ki e gafil zindaganee phir kahan&lt;br /&gt;Zindaganee bhee rahee to naujawanee phir kahan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/luxury-indian-train-tours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/luxury-indian-train-tours.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashif was yawning at early morning when he realized that he is in the fast running Delhi bound Shiv-ganga express sitting-cum-laying in the half of the Side-lower berth sharing with his fast friend &lt;br /&gt;Mobashshir. His body was aching with the pain and corner of eyes were completely filled with those green algae that has grown after sleeplessness of 48 hours. He just glanced over the floor of the train in front of him and found laying Ateeb in an uneasy way and then he found next to him Shiraz enjoying his night with that comfortable sound coming out of his nose constantly. He just wanted to leave his seat and tear this guy into pieces, breaking every bone in his body. Afterall this was the guy who made him to suffer in this way and put him in that situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashif just started remembering 6-7 hours back when he was enjoying Farhan's sister marriage in a grand ceremony in Kanpur. He enjoyed a nice sumptuous dinner with his friends' gang Mobashshir, Shiraz, Ateeb, Shameem, Junaid etc. He also got a confirmation from Shiraz that reservation has been confirmed and they are leaving tonight for Delhi via Prayagraj scheduled at 12:30 am in night. He was feeling more than happy to be a friend of Shiraz like person who cres fro him upto that extent. He just showed his gratitude to him and left the party at 10:30 pm with the promise of meeting at platform after 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashif meet with them at 12:15 am when Prayagraj touched the platform and these cool guys entered into the train with their e-tickets to the correct coach. Kashif felt more happy when he found that the berths were already emptied and they have to make no fights in order to claim and get their seat. Just in a minute some hooligans came who started capturing Kashif's and his friends' seat. Kashif fought bravely and made them clear that these were our seats and nobody else can sit there. As soon as these &lt;br /&gt;hooligans left a Surd family came and again started capturing same seats. Kashif again saw Shiraz who was looking confused and doubtful reading something on ticket. He found that Shiraz was showing something to Ateeb and then Ateeb declared that they were in wrong coach. He was suspicious about the event. At the moment they were getting down from the train Shiraz disclosed him that the date has been  changed after 12:00 am and the train by which they were supposed to travel had already left 24 hours ago. Kashif was now in a baffling situation, he just wanted to kill this guy for whom some hours back he was full of gratitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/IndianTrain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/IndianTrain2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation has been completely changes now, Shiraz was as usual looking innocent and was regretting his mistake, Kashif was ranting badly over him when Ateeb interrupted and asked to think about the strategy. At that moment Kashif realized that one of his friend Mobashshir (Mooby) is also leaving for Delhi same night via another train - ShivGanga Express scheduled half an hour later. Shiraz ran to ticket counter to get 3 plain tickets for Delhi and Kashif ran to catch Mooby. Somehow they caught the train &lt;br /&gt;and tried to bribe TT to get atleast one more extra berth but failed as there were no berth avaialble. Now, 4 persons were bound to sit on a berth and have to cover 7 hours journey. Now, Shiraz taken out his bedsheet from the bag, stretched that to floor in the middle of two lower berths and got dead for 5 hours. 2 hours later Ateeb also followed him and now it was Kashif whose  every hair in the body was abusing to the snoring Shiraz while he himself was laying down at the shared berth. But, I should say Kashif was the only person who enjoyed the journey to the fullest without even taking a single nap all the night. He made his body aching to the highest degree and accumulated all his anger for the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm...no way.....I am not gonna tell you the second part of the story when these guys reached safely to the home :) in morning after this interesting jouney......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115788156364847873?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115788156364847873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115788156364847873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115788156364847873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115788156364847873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-journey.html' title='An Interesting Journey'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115515161451179899</id><published>2006-08-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:26:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Israel - Lebanon War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = "http://signs-of-the-times.org/signs/editorials/signs20060804_SleepingWithTheEnemyTheAnswerToThe22Why22OfWar.php"&gt; Sleeping with the Enemy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115515161451179899?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115515161451179899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115515161451179899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115515161451179899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115515161451179899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-israel-lebanon-war.html' title='On Israel - Lebanon War'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115506892462629299</id><published>2006-08-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:48:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning favor to God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/worshipping%20god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/worshipping%20god.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seating on a side lower berth of "Shram Shakti" express at Delhi railway station during my regular tour to my home town when I just started getting frustrated on myself for not offering "Namaaz" regularly. I just started feeling very bad on myself and realized that its long since I prayed without reasons (except Friday Jamaat) just to praise Allah and to feel his presence around me. While I was in this thinking process and train had strated leaving the platform, I found that there was a boy of my age who didn't get the reservation in train and was asking me if he can sit at a side of my berth. At the momment an idea sparked in my mind that it is the best time to return a small favor to the God (which I was not doing by not offering Namaaz) by allowing him to sit at an end of my berth. I welcomed him warmly and told him to **feel free** to sit in a corner of my berth. Now I was feeling a little relaxed and started thinking how Allah gives us small opportunities to return his favors and **how easy** it is to do so (Opportunities knock door sometimes very softly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt very happy that God has given me the oppportunity to prove my dedication towards him. The guy came in a minute and sat down the other side of the berth. Now it was the time when my mind started thinking of other things i.e. what are all the actions I had to complete at my home e.g. Dad's medical check-up, opening one more account in a nearby bank and some other trifle tasks started crwaling in my thought process when I realized that the guy whom  I had offered the corner of my berth had now put his "feel free freeedom" to an excessive usage i.e. he started snoring and his legs were touching my nose and he was occupying nearly 40% of my berth. I felt if it go like this at some time during the night I would be occupying a lesser part and wouldn't be able to sleep properly and will be forced to complete my rest of the sleep at comfortable cushions of my home that implies that all those tasks that were in my mind will go to oblivion. It also came to my mind that this guy should be thinking me as a fool who is offering his reserved seat too generously to a stranger and what about those gals would be thinking about me seating right to my Side Lower berth....also this guy doesn't have the manner to utilize the independence genuinely....what he think about me...how dare he keep his stinking legs too close of my nose.....he even didn't pay for the seat he is occupying.......grrrrrrrrrrr?? Now all these thoughts started irritating me and this irrtiation then changed to the action (I had learnt somewhere that to release a form of energy you need to convert it to some other form of energy.....) and I found myself first pushing him gently to awake and then shouting in his ears - "Gentleman I offered you to only sit it on this berth and hence you are not eligible to occupy more than 10%....if you want to sleep here then there is a lot of space at floor....feel free to use that" - and slept. The guy left the seat very calmly in the next second and lost somewhere in the train. Thoughts again started crawling......so Mr. Shiraz how easy is it to return a small favor to God???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I had been put to an examination by The Almighty Allah where I had failed completely......I failed to prove my devotiness...I failed to accept small uneasiness faced in the path of Allah.......I got influenced by Iblees only in some minutes.........God made me to realize the truth of my atheistic heart, so easily...... so calmly......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115506892462629299?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115506892462629299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115506892462629299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115506892462629299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115506892462629299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/08/returning-favor-to-god.html' title='Returning favor to God...'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115367876161940198</id><published>2006-07-23T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:25:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Japanese Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;&amp;#27996;&amp;#37326; Hamano (seaside field) &amp;#38596;&amp;#22823; Masahiro (big hero)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href = "http://sbalyan.blogspot.com"&gt;Sonika Balyan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115367876161940198?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115367876161940198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115367876161940198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115367876161940198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115367876161940198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-japanese-name.html' title='My Japanese Name'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115360223109140360</id><published>2006-07-22T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:03:51.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is TERRORISING??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/lebseczonemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/lebseczonemap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us has actually found Osama Bin Laden firing to Americans??  How many of us has actually found that Saddam Hussain was preparing heavy nukes in Iraq to attack on US?? How many of us actually request or know about the proof of those killed by police after claiming them to be terrorists?? How many times did it happen when Palestinians launched missiles and tanks into Israel?? &lt;br /&gt;We are believing all these things because media is publishing these things, governments are claiming that these incidents are actually taking place somewherein the world. Lets accept their allegation for a moment. But, what about those things which actually are taking place and everybody knows about them very well. Israel attacked to Lebanon?? Reason - Lebanon had captured some Israeli Soldiers in their territory to respect their warning they made to Israel 1 year earlier. Israel keeps launching missile and heavy military operations to Gaza strip?? Reason - Some Palestinian suicide bomber. General public is not criticizing these events because these news are not projected as a heinous crime against huminity, World is appreciating the way they are counter attacking terrorists, the way they are terrorizing the so-called terrorists. Now, a new news in the air i.e. "Capital Punishment" by Israel, these guys argued back the reason of heavy air strike as a "Capital Punishment" to Palestinians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how will you feel when your family is ruined in such a strike by your neighbourr country, the reason of strike was the Capital Punishment, because one of your country fellow (whom you never knew) did a suicidal attack in neighbouring country. Is it not a terrorist activity where whole government is involved in a planning and attacking against the sovereignty of a country?? What is more scary?? those terrorists who attack a bunch of people or a government that punish a whole country - The Capital Punishment??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115360223109140360?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115360223109140360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115360223109140360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115360223109140360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115360223109140360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-is-terrorising.html' title='Who is TERRORISING??'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115359955112327905</id><published>2006-07-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:19:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Shiraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/shiraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/shiraz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this stupid is Shiraz Anwar. People also called him "Roofi". Age is 23, height is 5'10", eyes brown , fare complexion, black hair(leaving head at a very fast pace), belly stomach (growing at exponential rate), idiotic face (one of his friend has given him this Noun and he accepted it readily to my quite surprise), wear lenses (-3.5, short-sightedness), fond of good jokes, expert in quipping (aleast he thinks so), poor in communication skills, Gullible (again a Noun by another friend), trust everybody around him, keep talking mindless things, loves nature and natural beauty, think himslef as a big aesthetic (but I think this is his misunderstanding with sometihng else), always confused, never retaliates, speak those things which he never intend to and don't speak those things that people expect from him at a moment, big fond of girls, horses, Cars,  Laptops and mobiles, but no knowledge of any technical details, sometimes try to act like a Messiah and get doomed ultimately, sympathetic to everybody without any good reasons, loves good poetry, art and females, never behaves like an engineer, fond of sleeping long, orkutting is his new romance with internet, write stupid blogs, always unhappy from system, from Corporate work culture, from politicians, from friends, from family, from coleagues, from technologies, from Bollywood, from surroundings and even from himself...wanna join this ecstasy??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115359955112327905?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115359955112327905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115359955112327905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115359955112327905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115359955112327905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-shiraz.html' title='Being Shiraz'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115359800708639722</id><published>2006-07-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:03:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>Just read the Blog of Puneet Saraswat's blog (&lt;a&gt;http://saraswat-puneet.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;)regarding Mumbai blasts and couldn't stop to express my reaction there and sent him the following note. Later,I inspired to include my this comment to my blog too, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are absolutely correct in your thoughts..but what do you think that Government has no idea what should they do and what is their responsibility in such a crucial timings and what are all the preventive measures they should follow to avoid the repetition of such incidents. The thing here is....for those bullshits politicians....it is lot more important to publish their names and their sentiments to get aired all over the world..their abuses to Pakistan and general Musharraf is more important, arresting of some Mullahs from somewhere is highly urgent demand to show their efficient intelligcia, for news channel in this crucial time is to sell the tears and pain of people is more important .... someone with practical experience of incident is the Rock star of the day...for those irritating journalists it is more important to show their fake sympathetic and spicy explanation of incident is more important than asking somebody for relieving or helping some poor... for general public their boss, office, their growth, family, friend and party time is more important, beggers have to nothing to do (and can't do), a group of rich youth in pub never had heard of this incident uptill now, business person have their own urgencies.....students are students ..they are king of the city....they shout, they rally...but, I should accept only from some percent who come forward to donate bloods and money alongwith some commoners sensibles who understand others pain or came acrooss through such incident earlier belong to this percentage only.....No idea what medicos do during such incidents...will discover and will tell you more about this after my investigation...... &lt;a href="http://saraswat-puneet.blogspot.com/ "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115359800708639722?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115359800708639722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115359800708639722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115359800708639722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115359800708639722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/07/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115357161691421308</id><published>2006-07-22T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:05:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couplets</title><content type='html'>A small Collection of nice couplets:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal saathi, ki hasrat dil-e-mahruum se nikle&lt;br /&gt;aashiq ka janaaza hai zara dhuum se nikle&lt;br /&gt;--- Mirza Mohd. Ali Fidvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maiN ne itnaa use chaaha hai ki woh jaan-e-muraad&lt;br /&gt;Khud ko zanjiir-e-mohabbat se riha chaahtii hai&lt;br /&gt;--Irfan Siddiqui.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujhko paa kar bhii terii hi talab siine meN rakhta huN&lt;br /&gt;tamasha karke maiN kashkol ganjiine meN rakhta huN&lt;br /&gt;---Irfan Siddiqui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shama-e-tanha ki tarah, subah ke taare jaise&lt;br /&gt;Shahar meN ek hi do honge hamaare jaise'&lt;br /&gt;--Irafan Siddiqui (1939-2004) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raat ko jiit to saktaa nahiin lekin yeh chiraaGh&lt;br /&gt;kam se kam rat ka nuqsaan boh't kartaa hai&lt;br /&gt;---Irfan Siddiqui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dard-e-dil paas-e-wafa jazba-e-iimaaN honaa&lt;br /&gt;hai yahi aadmiyat aur yahii insaaN honaa&lt;br /&gt;---Brijnarayan chakbast.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaun kahtaa hai ki maut aaii to mar jaauuNgaa&lt;br /&gt;maiN to daryaa huuN samandar meN utar jaauuNga--&lt;br /&gt;Nadeem Qasmi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na kisii ki aaNkh ka nuur hai, na kisii ke dil ka qaraar huuN&lt;br /&gt;jo kisii ke kaam na aa sake maiN woh musht-e-ghubaar huuN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meraa rang ruup bigaR gayaa mera baKht mujhse bichhaR gayaa&lt;br /&gt;jo chaman KhizaaN se ujaR gayaa maiN usii kii fasl-e-bahaar huuN &lt;br /&gt;------Muztar Khairabadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115357161691421308?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115357161691421308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115357161691421308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115357161691421308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115357161691421308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/07/couplets.html' title='Couplets'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115013265208221847</id><published>2006-06-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T04:56:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>666</title><content type='html'>Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is what you have when you fear the number 666. Heck, even that word is fearful. Try pronouncing this fearful word only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia says that:&lt;br /&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia is the fear that originates in the the Biblical verse Revelation 13:18 which indicates that the number 666 is the Number of the Beast, linked to Satan or the Anti-Christ. Outside the Christian faith, the phobia has been further popularized as a leitmotif in various horror films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobes will strongly avoid things related to the number 666. A prominent example is of Nancy and Ronald Wilson Reagan who, in 1989, when moving to their home in the Bel-Air section of Los Angeles, had the address of 666 St. Cloud Road changed to 668 St. Cloud Road. &lt;br /&gt;So, what do you say??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115013265208221847?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115013265208221847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115013265208221847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115013265208221847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115013265208221847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/06/666.html' title='666'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-115002278518298793</id><published>2006-06-11T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:06:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failomaniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/tf900227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/tf900227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt the thrill, the sensation of facing a crowd of a million people eyeing directly to you.....they have a lot of expectations from you.....they have high hopes.....your one silly mistake will break million of hearts......your action at that particular time will be converted to anecdote and will travel centuries to centuries........just give it a thought by closing your eyes.....if not, then lets' analyze the situation in different scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/BF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/BF2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are in red clad from head to toe, you are wearing a black cap very similar to that "Lucknowi topi" or "Gandhi topi", but it is much thicker than that, you are holding a big red cloth standing in a stadium, a big crowd all around shouting, noising, in an excited and elated mood, you are in Spain, and you can see a bull running towards you in the full speed, yes you are a bull fighter in Spain and is going to ditch the bull. Now, you are representing a particular part of that country and people of your village are there to excite you....they are betting on you.....they are screaming in excitement and they have a confidence on you. Cameramans and reporters from Discovery, National Geographic and Travellers are there to cover your this dare. Now, you can see the bull running towards you, he is furious by the red cloth in your hand, he wants to kill you and tear down the red cloth completely.........he is coming towards you faster and faster with the increasing pace......now, tell me is your heart pounding?? are your legs shaking?? are you thinking about the people all around you?? are you thinking about being completely failed in this situation and its embarrassing consequences??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/nbc_couple_trans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/nbc_couple_trans.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Again consider a new situation....you are the best performer of your ballet dancing class and your dancing class got an offer of a big stage show for welcoming a meetings of presidents of all countries in U.N., where you had chosen with one another actor to perform a ballet dance in front of all those very important person. Your dancing class is a newbie in the field but your class grabbed this offer because in the previous show you gave a scintillating performance and caught the eye of big fish of the market. They saw you performing and liked it so much that they rejected all other offers and chose you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the entire future of your and your dancing class depends upon your performance in that show. You did hard work and today is the day when you have to perform in next some minutes, you are ready in your classical ballet dress, your partner is ready, stage is ready, all important persons had taken their seats and waiting for performers to appear on the stage, a soothing music in the background is started, ballet dance is all about balance and confidence, you started dancing, people are watching you.....you are broadcasted on TV, internet, radio, and moreover those hundred very important people who are ruling different countries, your one wrong step can cause catastrophe to you and your entire dancing class, you had to perform with utmost balance........now, tell me are you feeling pressurized during dance?? where is all your attention?? what are you thinking?? what is going on in your mind?? are you thinking about the media coverage?? are you thinking about the Important people around you??are you thinking about your career after this dance??are you thinking about being failed in this situation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/300px-Soccer_goalkeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/300px-Soccer_goalkeeper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, consider yourself to be a football goalkeeper representing a country that is on the spree of making hattrick in this Fifa World Cup. You are the best goalkeeper of the world, any opponent team had never scored any goal in your presence at goalpost. Your team has confidence in you, they trust you, your alone presence made your team to win as opponent never got a chance to score any goal in your presence. Now, your country is playing in the final match of the world cup, match is getting difficult for both the teams as both have zero score upto the 40 minutes of the game and in the 41'st minutes bacause of a silly mistake opponent team got the chance of Penalty!!! &lt;br /&gt;Your team trust on you, your people trust on you, entire world has a confidence on you, people are betting for this goal, billions of dollars are on stake, many people have a so much confidence on you that they bet their entire property on this goal, they are considering it to be highly impossible for the opponent to make this goal......you are in the focus of all TV cameras, reporters, commentators, and public........if this shot convert into goal your team will not only lose the match, but, lose the chance of making hattrick too.....your career and trust will be soiled.....you will never be able to show your face to the public......you may be the target of a public anger and outrage......&lt;br /&gt;Moment has been arrived...people are watching you....cameras are watching you....the player has shot the football, ball is in air proceeding towards the goalpost at a very fast pace.....you were able to decide where it is heading...you started runnning in that direction.....ball is very near to you....you jumped in the air....caught the ball in your hand....you are falling to the ground.....people started screaming in joy......you maintained your trust........ suddenly, something happened...you lose your balance....ball slipped from your hand and before you gain your balance it hit the net and converted into the goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel and What will you do after this public failure......was the goal your mistake......was those broken heart your mistake......you were not able to maintain your trust.......you missed the Golden chance  of saving your country's pride.....it will be presented as the worst example of losing balance and its important for centuries.........your public will never forgive you......do you ever have a fear of such public failure while performing in front of million pairs of eyes??&lt;br /&gt;You may even face this public embarrassement and be a part of mockery in your daily life too.....how?? suppose you reached to the stage to represent about your company and project in a five star hotel and as soon as you started presentation you just felt a very attacking stomach ache and you felt a die hard need to rush toward the Wash room :), and there may be numerous such examples where you can be a part of insult.......but the point is what to do after these public failures??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-115002278518298793?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/115002278518298793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=115002278518298793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115002278518298793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/115002278518298793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/06/failomaniac.html' title='Failomaniac'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-114995991582183390</id><published>2006-06-10T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:07:26.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/use%20it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/use%20it.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the month of January when I thought to start writing weekly blogs, but, in the absence of motivation I never got time to post second message. Even tody, I am writing this blog because I forgot (my favorite hobby [:)]) keys to my home and my partners are not there at the flat and I am bound to stay here waiting for an ordered pizza. MAndeepak was telling me to utilize this time to learn build scripts, but, I am thinking oterwise. This is my personal time and I am free to do whatever I like and i like writing and reading and I am doing that and I am happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months back when I posted my first message situation was entirely different. Our team had 4 QEs and 2 Developers at that time and now it is 7 Developers and 8 QEs...a tremendous increase of people in project, Suudhan left for Banagalore last to last week, two major event happened which forced me o write something but the constraints of timings and details didn't let me to do so, first one was Caricature row and the second was reservation policy, then it was RangDeBasanti that was pricking me to write something,but, again professional life and then social life didn't give me enough time to write bout that. Somehow, now I had started feeling that professinal and sov=cial life together is sucking my personal time, i am not able to get time for myself, for my improvements, for my hobbies. Ok, so my pizza is at my door, i will tell you about my hobbies and areas of improvement and what I feel about the world at some later time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hanging out here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-114995991582183390?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/114995991582183390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=114995991582183390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/114995991582183390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/114995991582183390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21620485.post-113844283563605582</id><published>2006-01-28T02:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:40:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days in NT Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/NT%20Hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/NT%20Hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Year in N.T. Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BAN MURGA” was the first sentence that thrilled me as I entered through the gate of Nadeem Tarin Hall first time with all my bag and baggage. Actually this was the July of 2001 when after a long cut-throat competition I got admission in B.Tech. (Computer Engg) and N.T. Hall was allotted to me. To my bad luck it was Saturday night and “Introduction” process was carrying on in central lawn of the hall, as I was entered. I saw some juniors(victims) standing bowing their heads, one was counting stars, another was continuously saying “school chalo” pointing fingers to the sky, two of them was running in the ground shouting “main dhurra hoon”. This seen terrorized me and I started moving rapidly toward my room, but I failed to escape from seniors’ sight. They caught this “taza murga” with all of his bag &amp; baggage. With pounding heart &amp;amp; shaking legs I heard one of them saying, “Don’t you have manners to greet Salam to your seniors?” As I started “As-Salam…” a voice interrupted“Ban Murga!!!” but I stood totally confused &amp; puzzled as I failed to find out my mistake. Suddenly again the thunder stroke- “Murga Ban!!!” and I don’t know when I bowed down, when my hands from behind the legs came &amp;amp; caught my ears with the eyes looking towards ground – “an exact Murga Position.” In that stage I heard one of the seniors telling,”whenever you asked for Salam your chest must make 90° with your legs and your hands starting from your knee touch your forehead saying – As-Salam-Alaikum Janab”. So, this was my first lesson of Introduction. After they asked about me, my family, my town, my awareness to A.M.U., Sir Syed, and Islam. Before leaving they told me about A.M.U. traditions like greeting Salam to everyone, slippers are not allowed out of hall, Kurta- Payzama without Sherwani is not allowed, dhabebaji is not allowed, night dresses are not allowed in dinning hall, reading room or common room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/1600/DSC01628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4564/2188/320/DSC01628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning was very pleasant and because of Sunday we had not to go for college. My partners were also juniors like me. From them I came to know that each Saturday night is fixed for “intro” and it was my good luck that my partners are junior otherwise traditionally senior room partner also takes “intro” with the first entry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that when I shared my “Introduction” to my friends in other institutions I felt that I faced the most decent ragging among them, without abusive language, no embarrassing remarks about body parts and processes, no stripping, no embarrassing questions about girls in class, no drug abuses and after all without a single slap while in otherinstitutions sometimes seniors beat badly their juniors to the extent to hospitalize them. In fact the AMU introduction is very different from ragging and there is no resemblance of the“Introduction” here to the Ragging in other colleges. The sole purpose of these “Introduction” is just to bridge the communication gap between junior &amp; senior students. New comers get their hesitation removed and get an opportunity to develop multidimensional aspects of their personality.&lt;br /&gt;Now within a week I got the normal routine in the hall. In morning we go for college, afternoon was for sleeping, evening was for tea-time, games, common room &amp;amp; time after dinner was for B.C. (baat-cheet) where we discuss all topics that may be possible. But the cynosure of all discussions was gals &amp; gals. Often we plan and make one of the guy “bakra for leg pulling”. We start how he talks, how he walks, what teachers say about him and after all what girls think about him. Saturday night was devoted for movies basically to avoid“intro” and moreover for fun. Sunday was the day of wandering Amir-Nisha &amp;amp; Centre Point(C.P.). This was also the day when guys (esp. lovers) go for Abdullah, I.G. Hall or S.N. Hall for asking “Khairiyat”. After passing July and August, September was the month that brought some wrinkles on our brow because of mid-semester examinations and assignments. Usually we were the habitual of doing class with a single note-book (actually we saved our precious energy that may otherwise waste in carrying bags). This was the season of income of photo- copiers. A studious guy is searched and captured for assignments and then only our eyes &amp; hand start working switching off all the lights of brain. Actually we make symbols &amp;amp; letters scripted on the photo-copy of original assignment like a master artist. After clearing mid- semesters the month of October arrived, the month of Sir Syed Day. We participate in various games and events organized in this week. On Sir Syed Day (17’th October) whole university was ornamented like a bride &amp; V.C. delivers speech in athletics ground.&lt;br /&gt;Month of November- December was of Ramadhan and also of end-semester examination. Ramadhan was the time to search persons having good cooking skills. Usually Biharis were assumed to be a good cook. We also found a good Bihari cook and made a teamof 6 persons for Aftaar. Money was collected and we bought a heater &amp;amp; a fry-pan. Plates and spoons were arranged from dinning hall. Bihari applied a JUGAAD technology and arranged a cooker. Now, we were fully equipped for Aftaar. Two persons were set for marketing, two for cooking, and two for eating (because these two were for washing which was always done by bayrers of dinning hall). To avoid any quarrel rotation mechanism (changing duty) was also applied. Our Aftaar usually consist of Pakaudis, Jalebis, chane &amp; a lot of fruit-chaat (of banana guavava only). With the siren of A.M.U. all 6 attack on the aftaar &amp;amp; Darwin’s“Survival of the fittest” theory applied accurately. With the Ramdaan another problem was our end-semester examinations, attendance completion, assignments etc. also arrived. Lot of photo- copies, jugaad, relations etc. came into existence that make our life completely social.&lt;br /&gt;After the 20 days long winter vacation new semester started again. New challenges in this semester were Computer programming &amp; Engg Drawing. Boys started buying computers for programming but in whole the semester they made only 10 programs and saw 100 movies. Engg. Drawing was the most tangible subject for me, up till now I can not differentiate between plan and elevation and only god knows how I cleared this subject. Attraction of the month of February was “Numaaish”. This single word makes me recall of “halwa-Paratha”, tikkis and chats, bhel-puri, Apollo Circus, magician show, Jhanda &amp;amp; Nazeer Hotel, giant wheels, Columbus, Proctorial Monitors (Kale Kawwe). Moreover Hullar bazaar, Lal taal, variety shows (but believe me I never went there, only heard). We go there daily just to bake our eyes (can you imagine how we bake our eyes there??). Again the month of March-April- May had nothing new except same routine of mid- semester &amp;amp; end-semester examination.So this was my first year in NT Hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21620485-113844283563605582?l=shiraz-amu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/feeds/113844283563605582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21620485&amp;postID=113844283563605582&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/113844283563605582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21620485/posts/default/113844283563605582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiraz-amu.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-days-in-nt-hall.html' title='My days in NT Hall'/><author><name>Shiraz Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08524003024380386944</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/_tqrzcozlGOY/TIP8GO3boeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/G4KPmgaG2_Q/S220/DSC01973.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
