<?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-2730614203941314230</id><updated>2011-08-31T07:59:27.880-07:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Morals'/><category term='OneLook'/><category term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>Home</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my Home page.My thoughts,memories and experiences.All readers are very welcome to share their views and post their comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-4946368192609473264</id><published>2009-06-07T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:40:36.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OneLook'/><title type='text'>Electric power</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f74e79071455de3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f74e79071455de3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D701EA0ED03230295A02AE807666AED945ADA4C.1DC03745D9C8AA1EAEC1C476BB193FC025AD8943%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f74e79071455de3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPMDgx9C0JAeZVnv5nxdmleenR2w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f74e79071455de3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D701EA0ED03230295A02AE807666AED945ADA4C.1DC03745D9C8AA1EAEC1C476BB193FC025AD8943%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f74e79071455de3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPMDgx9C0JAeZVnv5nxdmleenR2w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Poor guy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-4946368192609473264?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f74e79071455de3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/4946368192609473264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=4946368192609473264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4946368192609473264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4946368192609473264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2009/06/electric-power.html' title='Electric power'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-8689755940148508777</id><published>2009-06-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:58:50.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Spidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Siqtm5blGNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CTKd4b7-H0M/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Siqtm5blGNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CTKd4b7-H0M/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344274791591647442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqtmsjNOhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cdxUAmb2ZS0/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqtmsjNOhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cdxUAmb2ZS0/s320/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344274788133976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to feed on u! Got him in the hospital store room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-8689755940148508777?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/8689755940148508777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=8689755940148508777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8689755940148508777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8689755940148508777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2009/06/spidy.html' title='Spidy'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Siqtm5blGNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CTKd4b7-H0M/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-3713707470208447597</id><published>2009-06-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:51:33.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Beautiful giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqrZTjO3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tLmQD7oebhY/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqrZTjO3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tLmQD7oebhY/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344272359061642642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqrZM0x-tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8lpPLQUbf_0/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqrZM0x-tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8lpPLQUbf_0/s320/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344272357256198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a giant beautiful butterfly which I caught in my camera in the garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-3713707470208447597?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/3713707470208447597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=3713707470208447597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3713707470208447597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3713707470208447597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-giant.html' title='Beautiful giant'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/SiqrZTjO3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tLmQD7oebhY/s72-c/DSC01191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-3517439920406227629</id><published>2008-04-28T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:45:39.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;If our love was a &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; I would charge in and rescue you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;On a yacht baby we would sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; To an island where we’d say I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; And if we had babies they would look&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt; like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’d be so beautiful if that came true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; You don’t even know how &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;very special&lt;/span&gt; you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;   You leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You’re everything good in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I still can’t believe that you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;mine &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; So beautiful you’re leaving me  &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;Breathless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; And if our love was a &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;story book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  We would meet on &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;the very first page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last chapter would be about  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;How I’m &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the life we’ve made  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; And if we had babies they would have &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; I would fall &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;deeper &lt;/span&gt;watching you give life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; You don’t even know how very special you are  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; You leave me&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt; breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You’re everything good in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;breathless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; I still can’t believe that you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;   You must have been sent from&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt; heaven&lt;/span&gt; to earth to change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You’re like an &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You’re something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  I only hope that I’ll one day deserve what you’ve given me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; But all I can do is try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; Every day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You’re everything good in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  You leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  I still can’t believe that you’re mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;  So beautiful you’re leaving me  &lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;Breathless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica;"&gt;Shayne Ward ~ Breathless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-3517439920406227629?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/3517439920406227629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=3517439920406227629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3517439920406227629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3517439920406227629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-our-love-was-fairy-tale-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-1684819612008516918</id><published>2008-04-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:27:35.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Liger= Lion+Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fba30f5bfba1ff3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfba30f5bfba1ff3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BAC438FC4669765A8AE4EAF93B76BC9C7436DD3.80ED2FEC0717D7747869BEBA27D31D5553447677%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfba30f5bfba1ff3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwM8atDnTwlF1VHIxHFjkW9LwYE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfba30f5bfba1ff3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BAC438FC4669765A8AE4EAF93B76BC9C7436DD3.80ED2FEC0717D7747869BEBA27D31D5553447677%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfba30f5bfba1ff3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwM8atDnTwlF1VHIxHFjkW9LwYE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Liger. It is a cross breed of Tiger and Lion. Its almost double the size of its parents. Watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-1684819612008516918?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fba30f5bfba1ff3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/1684819612008516918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=1684819612008516918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1684819612008516918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1684819612008516918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/liger-liontiger.html' title='Liger= Lion+Tiger'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-7057252977451949679</id><published>2008-04-17T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:43:22.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Human and Donkey</title><content type='html'>Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Donkey = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human = Donkey + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;br /&gt;1. Human - Enjoy = Donkey + work&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Humans that don't know enjoy = Donkey that work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Human - Work = Donkey + Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Humans that dont work are Donkeys that enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7057252977451949679?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7057252977451949679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7057252977451949679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7057252977451949679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7057252977451949679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/human-and-donkey.html' title='Human and Donkey'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-1117287063269914014</id><published>2008-04-03T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:01:03.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Zain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V_wJ8srrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/b-AI3VYmP24/s1600-h/zain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V_wJ8srrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/b-AI3VYmP24/s320/zain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185191011267948210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V_wJ8srsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4d22kAbfD9Y/s1600-h/zain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V_wJ8srsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4d22kAbfD9Y/s320/zain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185191011267948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name: Zain-ul-Abideen. I usually call him Zainul and friends call him Zain. Hes a kinda lover boy :p (just joking). An admirable friend who mingles with you quite easily. Gives respect to every friend. Once he makes you his friend, you cant break his friendship. He is one of my all time favorites and best friends. Recently completed his MBA at IIPM, Hyderabad and now he is taking care of his own business at his home town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-1117287063269914014?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/1117287063269914014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=1117287063269914014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1117287063269914014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1117287063269914014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/zain.html' title='Zain'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V_wJ8srrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/b-AI3VYmP24/s72-c/zain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-5341427239543684761</id><published>2008-04-03T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:20:09.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Anwar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0Bp8sroI/AAAAAAAAANc/62IpRX6h0XQ/s1600-h/anwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0Bp8sroI/AAAAAAAAANc/62IpRX6h0XQ/s320/anwar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185178117776125570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0CZ8srpI/AAAAAAAAANk/pvaU4cw-tU4/s1600-h/annu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0CZ8srpI/AAAAAAAAANk/pvaU4cw-tU4/s320/annu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185178130661027474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0CZ8srqI/AAAAAAAAANs/O6qXZFYcAKo/s1600-h/annu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0CZ8srqI/AAAAAAAAANs/O6qXZFYcAKo/s320/annu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185178130661027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhakkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Apun boleto Social service karta hai&lt;br /&gt;      (BOS- Bachelor of social service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is Anwar, my childhood friend. He used to get a lot of fried items like chips (songal) in his lunch box when we were small. He and myself were of almost same weight when we were small. He is a valuable friend who values friendship a lot. He is always ready to help friends. We friends call him 'Annu hatela'. His encounters with Hindi teacher in school (Basha sir) make us laugh even today.&lt;br /&gt;Right now he is working in Orizon at Hyderabad. Cool and funny guy and a good company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-5341427239543684761?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/5341427239543684761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=5341427239543684761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/5341427239543684761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/5341427239543684761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/anwar.html' title='Anwar'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_V0Bp8sroI/AAAAAAAAANc/62IpRX6h0XQ/s72-c/anwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-6880972310839684695</id><published>2008-04-02T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:31:10.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f698ab125515f7b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df698ab125515f7b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2755D36A9C5AA9E329CEB88F92C73802B9FA37B6.3B1A89686CC354617432276102FD603BE577C947%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df698ab125515f7b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK2ezdtwjm_JYp-9kNz9ifPnAIMw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df698ab125515f7b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2755D36A9C5AA9E329CEB88F92C73802B9FA37B6.3B1A89686CC354617432276102FD603BE577C947%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df698ab125515f7b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK2ezdtwjm_JYp-9kNz9ifPnAIMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Good movie. Reminds me of childhood days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-6880972310839684695?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/6880972310839684695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=6880972310839684695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6880972310839684695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6880972310839684695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-8482102851772155529</id><published>2008-04-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:16:26.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Funny Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFMp8srfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fik-ER7VzeQ/s1600-h/Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFMp8srfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fik-ER7VzeQ/s320/Bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774785987292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFMp8srgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-gUAXSTHocU/s1600-h/Bush+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFMp8srgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-gUAXSTHocU/s320/Bush+and+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774785987292674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFM58srhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X4rsAg5GCec/s1600-h/bush_book_upside_down%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFM58srhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/X4rsAg5GCec/s320/bush_book_upside_down%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774790282259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding book reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFNJ8sriI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UwQJMsC2nNc/s1600-h/Bush+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFNJ8sriI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UwQJMsC2nNc/s320/Bush+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774794577227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QEsZ8sreI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pCqdPlNt9jk/s1600-h/WMONKEY1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QEsZ8sreI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pCqdPlNt9jk/s320/WMONKEY1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184774231936511458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-8482102851772155529?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/8482102851772155529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=8482102851772155529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8482102851772155529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8482102851772155529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-pics.html' title='Funny Pics'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_QFMp8srfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fik-ER7VzeQ/s72-c/Bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-3331179716312755412</id><published>2008-04-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:21:20.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>Sanjay</title><content type='html'>Sanjay was my best friend when i was a kid. He had some skin allergy and my mom used to alert me not to be with him most of the time because she feared i might get his disease. Its 2 am now and my friend woke me up to help him out with Orkut, after which I could not get sleep and I started thinking of my childhood days. Sanjeev had skin rash and his skin would turn red on exposing to sun. He had a white pomeranian dog which was very cute. both of us were crazy about pets. Soon after returning from school, I would go to his home and play with his dog and watch action movie. He had stock of English martial arts action movies. We used to take catapults and try to hunt parrots sitting on big trees in the church near our home and would get back while its getting dark... tired and disappointed. Once his elder sister bought a parrot and he gave it to me for few days. Te parrot was too rude and wild and I did not like it nor my sister. So I gave it back to him. The one day I saw some guys selling pigeons on the road. I persuaded my father to buy me a pair of pigeons. He bought me a black and a pure white pair of pigeons. I showed it to him and he too liked them a lot. From that day we started getting more and more pigeons. White, red, blue, ash, black all colors and varieties. Then we grew up and I got busy with my medical entrance exam and he shifted his home to some far away place. I used to go to his home in bicycle and he used to come to my home. But I had to leave the pigeons so that I could concentrate on my studies. My mom had promised me to get a big cage and a lot of pigeons in the back yard if I cleared the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got isolated from all friends for 2 years during which i prepared for the entrance. I got the seat in Medicine but then I found that Sanjay had left to Rajastan where he got some Job. Ironical.. a guy who has allergy with sun got a job in the desert. I could not trace his phone number as I got the seat away from my home town and we never met since. It has been nearly 8 years that we met. Hope he is fine and doing well. Life is so deep if you look back into the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-3331179716312755412?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/3331179716312755412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=3331179716312755412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3331179716312755412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/3331179716312755412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friend-sanjay.html' title='Sanjay'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-981502703947874961</id><published>2007-10-28T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:41:38.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Cute Veils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RyTzw8i4vBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gmHQ-lRJ50A/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Oct.+29+01.37.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RyTzw8i4vBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gmHQ-lRJ50A/s320/ScreenHunter_03+Oct.+29+01.37.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126490298066189330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2 am right now and I was surfing the site '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MyBlogLog&lt;/span&gt;'. Something caught my attention and I thought to capture that and store in my blog to share with my friends. A group of teenage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; wearing veils made me pause for a while and smile. While some people claim that Islam oppresses ladies, these young Muslim girls were quite happy to be in veils. If educated, practicing Muslim girls come out like this and tell the world that they are happy with the veil, surely there wont be any misconceptions about Islam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-981502703947874961?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/981502703947874961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=981502703947874961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/981502703947874961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/981502703947874961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute-veils.html' title='Cute Veils'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RyTzw8i4vBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gmHQ-lRJ50A/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03+Oct.+29+01.37.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-2000113963288562188</id><published>2007-10-27T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:00:45.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Poor Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.coolorkutgraphics.com/graphics/2007/09/funny-orkut-graphics-7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny .. but poor kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-2000113963288562188?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/2000113963288562188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=2000113963288562188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/2000113963288562188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/2000113963288562188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-funny.html' title='Poor Kid'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-547279793933276175</id><published>2007-10-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:59:09.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A=1&lt;br /&gt;B=2&lt;br /&gt;C=3&lt;br /&gt;D=4&lt;br /&gt;E=5&lt;br /&gt;F=6&lt;br /&gt;G=7&lt;br /&gt;H=8&lt;br /&gt;I=9&lt;br /&gt;J=10&lt;br /&gt;K=11&lt;br /&gt;L=12&lt;br /&gt;M=13&lt;br /&gt;N=14&lt;br /&gt;O=15&lt;br /&gt;P=16&lt;br /&gt;Q=17&lt;br /&gt;R=18&lt;br /&gt;S=19&lt;br /&gt;T=20&lt;br /&gt;U=21&lt;br /&gt;V=22&lt;br /&gt;W=23&lt;br /&gt;X=24&lt;br /&gt;Y=25&lt;br /&gt;Z=26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K =&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E =&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L+O+V+E=&lt;br /&gt;12+15+22+5=54%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L+U+C+K =&lt;br /&gt;12+21+3+11 = 47%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(None of them makes 100%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Money? ..... No!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership? ...... NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every problem has a solution,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if we perhaps change our "ATTITUDE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OUR ATTITUDE towards Life and Work&lt;br /&gt;that makes OUR Life 100% Successful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E =&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5=100%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-547279793933276175?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/547279793933276175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=547279793933276175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/547279793933276175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/547279793933276175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/10/a1-b2-c3-d4-e5-f6-g7-h8-i9-j10-k11-l12.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-100693773365074095</id><published>2007-10-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:57:57.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(),,,,()“¨¨(),,,,()&lt;br /&gt;　　　　(^.•.^) ¨ (¸“•“¸)&lt;br /&gt;　　　　(,,)♥(,,)♥(,,)♥(,,)&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬╬╬═╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬ ........."Friendships come and Friendships go........╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬ ................Like wave upon the sand-................... ╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬ ..........Like day and night Like birds in flight...........╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬.. ............Like snowflakes wen they land................╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬............But you and I are somthing else.................╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬...............Our friendship's here to stay..................╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬........Lik weeds and rocks and dirty socks.............╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬....................It never goes away.........................╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬ ╬═╬═╬═╬═╬═╬╬═╬╬╬═╬&lt;br /&gt;•♥´¨`♥•.¸¸.•♥´¨`♥•.¸¸.•♥´¨`♥•.¸¸.•♥´¨`♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-100693773365074095?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/100693773365074095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=100693773365074095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/100693773365074095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/100693773365074095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-555871235275357751</id><published>2007-08-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:24:34.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Some Exciting usage of English language......Language Gems ..!</title><content type='html'>1. A student's leave letter:&lt;br /&gt;"As I am suffering from my uncle's marriage I cannot attend the class...."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. A candidate's application:&lt;br /&gt;"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a 'typist and an accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both for the past several years and I can handle both; I am applying for the post."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. I.T.I., Bangalore: An employee applied for leave as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife. Please sanction me one-week leave.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4. Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:&lt;br /&gt;"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clocks and I may not return, please grant me half day casual leave"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;5. A leave letter to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;6. An incident of a leave letter:&lt;br /&gt;"I am suffering from fever, please declare one day holiday."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7. Another leave letter written to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8. A covering note:&lt;br /&gt;"I am enclosed herewith..."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9. From H.A.L. Administration dept:&lt;br /&gt;As my mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, Please grant me 10 days leave.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10. Actual letter written for application of leave:&lt;br /&gt;"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband At home I may be granted leave".&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;11. Letter writing:&lt;br /&gt;"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;12. Another gem from I.T.I . Leave-letter from an employee who was to attend his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colleague's&lt;/span&gt; wedding:&lt;br /&gt;"As I am marrying my daughter, please grant a week's leave..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-555871235275357751?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/555871235275357751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=555871235275357751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/555871235275357751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/555871235275357751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-exciting-usage-of-english.html' title='Some Exciting usage of English language......Language Gems ..!'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-8985943462784485771</id><published>2007-02-17T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:25:38.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Science and Age</title><content type='html'>2000 B.C. - Here, eat this root.&lt;br /&gt;1000 A.D. - That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;1850 A.D. - That prayer is superstition. Here, drink this potion.&lt;br /&gt;1940 A.D. - That potion is snake oil. Here, swallow this pill.&lt;br /&gt;1985 A.D. - That pill is ineffective. Here, take this antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;2000 A.D. - That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is . . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is . . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is . . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is . . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-8985943462784485771?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/8985943462784485771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=8985943462784485771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8985943462784485771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8985943462784485771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/02/science.html' title='Science and Age'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-1904647667140204357</id><published>2007-01-28T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:26:02.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Small prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Rbyym8XVnHI/AAAAAAAAACU/szVu9KoOOFI/s1600-h/f441eabd76.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025087666347416690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Rbyym8XVnHI/AAAAAAAAACU/szVu9KoOOFI/s320/f441eabd76.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHUDA -E- BARTAR DUA'AIN SUNLE&lt;br /&gt;Labon se lipti Sadayen Sunle&lt;br /&gt;Jo ghaltiyan hogayi hain hum se&lt;br /&gt;Woh dar guzar kar Maaf karde&lt;br /&gt;Basa de ujrre Dilon ki basti&lt;br /&gt;Kinare lag jaye tooti kashti&lt;br /&gt;Tere Karam pe yaqeen hai hum ko&lt;br /&gt;Tu jo kare ga woh Haq hi hoga&lt;br /&gt;Hum dastbasta kharre hain kab se&lt;br /&gt;Tu aansu'on ki zabaan samjh le&lt;br /&gt;Hayaat-e- no ka payaam dede&lt;br /&gt;Tu Hamari DUA'AIN Qabool karle&lt;br /&gt;**** AAMEEN **** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-1904647667140204357?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/1904647667140204357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=1904647667140204357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1904647667140204357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1904647667140204357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/small-prayer.html' title='Small prayer'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/Rbyym8XVnHI/AAAAAAAAACU/szVu9KoOOFI/s72-c/f441eabd76.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-5259549600314621234</id><published>2007-01-23T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:25:18.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Four Psychiatrists</title><content type='html'>A group of psychiatrists were attending a convention. Four of them decided to leave, and walked out together. One said to the other three, "People are always coming to us with their guilt and fears, but we have no one that we can go to when we have problems." The others agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one said, "Since we are all professionals, why don't we take some time right now to hear each other out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first then confessed, "I have an uncontrollable desire to kill my patients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second psychiatrist said, "I love expensive things and so I find ways to cheat my patients out of their money whenever I can so I can buy the things I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third followed with, "I'm involved with selling drugs and often get my patients to sell them for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth psychiatrist then confessed, "I know I'm not supposed to, but no matter how hard I try, I can't keep a secret..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-5259549600314621234?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-1196815959199553893</id><published>2007-01-21T02:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:26:38.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>A man spoke with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;about heaven and hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said to the man,&lt;br /&gt;"Come, I will show you hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entered a room where a group of people&lt;br /&gt;sat around a huge pot of stew.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was famished, desperate and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each held a spoon that reached the pot,&lt;br /&gt;but each spoon had a handle so much longer than their own arm&lt;br /&gt;that it could not be used to get the stew into their own mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suffering was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, now I will show you heaven,"&lt;br /&gt;the Lord said after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entered another room, identical to the first -&lt;br /&gt;the pot of stew, the group of people, the same&lt;br /&gt;long-handled spoons.&lt;br /&gt;But there everyone was happy and well-nourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are they happy here when they were miserable&lt;br /&gt;in the other room and everything was the same?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, it is simple," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Here they have learned to feed each other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-1196815959199553893?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/1196815959199553893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=1196815959199553893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1196815959199553893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/1196815959199553893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/heaven-and-hell.html' title='Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-8228084450771492777</id><published>2007-01-19T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:46:19.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Monk and the Samurai</title><content type='html'>There was once a samurai warrior who traveled to the distant home of an old monk. On arriving he burst through the door and bellowed, "Monk, tell me! What is the difference between heaven and hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk sat still for a moment on the tatami-matted floor. Then he turned and looked up at the warrior. "You call yourself a samurai warrior," he smirked. "Why, look at you. You're nothing but a mere sliver of a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaat!!" cried the samurai, as he reached for his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oho!" said the monk. "I see you reach for your sword. I doubt you could cut off the head of a fly with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The samurai was so infuriated that he could not hold himself back. He pulled his sword from its sheath and lifted it above his head to strike off the head of the old monk. At this the monk looked up into his seething eyes and said, "That, my son, is the gate to hell." Realizing that the monk had risked his life to teach this lesson, the samurai slowly lowered his sword and put it back into the sheath. He bowed low to the monk in thanks for this teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend," said the monk, "That is the gate to heaven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-8228084450771492777?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/8228084450771492777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=8228084450771492777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8228084450771492777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8228084450771492777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/monk-and-samurai.html' title='The Monk and the Samurai'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-7472392532651852918</id><published>2007-01-19T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:45:55.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Genie and the Wish</title><content type='html'>A man was walking along a California beach and stumbled across an old&lt;br /&gt;lamp. He picked it up and rubbed it and out popped a genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie said "OK, OK. You released me from the lamp, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth time this month and I'm getting a little sick of these&lt;br /&gt;wishes so you can forget about three. You only get one wish!" The man&lt;br /&gt;sat and thought about it for a while and said, "I've always wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;to Hawaii but I'm scared to fly and I get very seasick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there to visit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie laughed and said, "That's impossible. Think of the logistics of&lt;br /&gt;that! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think&lt;br /&gt;of how much concrete...how much steel!! No-think of another wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said OK and tried to think of a really good wish. Finally, he&lt;br /&gt;said, "I've been married and divorced four times. My wives always said&lt;br /&gt;that I don't care and that I'm insensitive. So, I wish that I could&lt;br /&gt;understand women....know how they feel inside and what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;when they give me the silent treatment....know why they're crying, know&lt;br /&gt;what they really want when they say 'nothing'....know how to make them&lt;br /&gt;truly happy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie said, "You want that bridge two lanes or four?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7472392532651852918?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7472392532651852918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7472392532651852918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7472392532651852918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7472392532651852918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/genie-and-wish.html' title='Genie and the Wish'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-6561252326861626167</id><published>2007-01-19T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:45:32.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Jesus and Satan Contest</title><content type='html'>Jesus and Satan have an discussion as to who is the better programmer.&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for a few hours until they come to an agreement to hold a&lt;br /&gt;contest, with God as the judge. They set themselves before their computers&lt;br /&gt;and begin. They type furiously, lines of code streaming up the screen, for&lt;br /&gt;several hours straight. Seconds before the end of the competition, a bolt&lt;br /&gt;of lightning strikes,taking out the electricity. Moments later, the power&lt;br /&gt;is restored, and God announces that the contest is over. He asks Satan to&lt;br /&gt;show what he has come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is visibly upset, and cries, "I have nothing. I lost it all when the&lt;br /&gt;power went out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, then," says God, "let us see if Jesus fared any better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus enters a command, and the screen comes to life in vivid display, the&lt;br /&gt;voices of an angelic choir pour forth from the speakers. Satan is&lt;br /&gt;astonished. He stutters, "B-b-but how? I lost everything, yet Jesus'&lt;br /&gt;program is intact. How did he do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled all-knowingly, "Jesus saves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-6561252326861626167?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/6561252326861626167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=6561252326861626167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6561252326861626167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6561252326861626167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/jesus-and-satan-contest.html' title='Jesus and Satan Contest'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-4642988086151785401</id><published>2007-01-16T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:46:45.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morals'/><title type='text'>It was in your eyes</title><content type='html'>It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention. Then another passed by, and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider's eye and said, "Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn't appear to be a passageway by foot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop aboard." Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse. The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman's curiosity caused him to inquire, "Sir, I notice that you let several other riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a ride. I'm curious why, on such a bitter winter night, you would wait and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around these here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good." The old-timer continued, "I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm most grateful for what you have said," he told the old man. "May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Thomas Jefferson turned his horse around and made his way back to the White House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-4642988086151785401?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/4642988086151785401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=4642988086151785401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4642988086151785401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4642988086151785401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-in-your-eyes.html' title='It was in your eyes'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-779364733592988375</id><published>2007-01-11T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:51:08.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morals'/><title type='text'>Lovely Lesson for Life</title><content type='html'>A student asks a teacher: What is love?&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy&lt;br /&gt;field and choose the biggest paddy and come back.&lt;br /&gt;But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back&lt;br /&gt;to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big paddy,&lt;br /&gt;but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw&lt;br /&gt;another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to&lt;br /&gt;realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went&lt;br /&gt;back to the teacher with empty hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better&lt;br /&gt;one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person&lt;br /&gt;The student asked: What is marriage then?&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn&lt;br /&gt;field and choose the biggest corn and come back.&lt;br /&gt;But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back&lt;br /&gt;to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to&lt;br /&gt;repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he&lt;br /&gt;has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the&lt;br /&gt;teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for&lt;br /&gt;one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best&lt;br /&gt;one you get.... this is marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous to all , but intimate with few , and let those few be well&lt;br /&gt;tried before you give them your confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-779364733592988375?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/779364733592988375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=779364733592988375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/779364733592988375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/779364733592988375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/lovely-lesson-for-life.html' title='Lovely Lesson for Life'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-2163911847311487943</id><published>2007-01-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:46:26.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Doll and the Rose</title><content type='html'>I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves white roses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all&lt;br /&gt;this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us....go ahead and delete this.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us.....pass this on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-2163911847311487943?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/2163911847311487943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-4763949645099037779</id><published>2007-01-02T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:50:08.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>Mysteries and the Paranormal</title><content type='html'>Mysteries attract everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My favoured mysteries are 1) Bermuda triangle 2) The details of Theory of relativity 3) The philadelphia experiment 4) Ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse this list has no ending.&lt;br /&gt;Today I started a new blog on this topic and added the link in the link list.&lt;br /&gt;The first post was about Bermuda traingle.The topic is so extensive that I could not understand where/how to start and where to stop.&lt;br /&gt;While reading extensively about the Bermuda triangle I noticed that every mystery is somehow connected,though not directly.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this blog will be helpful in improving my knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-4763949645099037779?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/4763949645099037779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=4763949645099037779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4763949645099037779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/4763949645099037779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2007/01/mysteries-and-paranormal.html' title='Mysteries and the Paranormal'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-7424968526960139151</id><published>2006-12-29T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:49:32.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>War on Iraq</title><content type='html'>Saddam was killed today 6 am Iraqi time.People who want to respond in words can post their comments at BBC &lt;a href="http://newsforums.bbc.co.uk/nol/thread.jspa?threadID=5096&amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;edition=2&amp;amp;ttl=20061230071837" target="_blank"&gt;newsforums.bbc.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before commenting,lets take a look at the reasons why Bush attacked Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History tells us how Soviet Union was brought down.Socialism was spreading so fast that capitalist countries (Britain,America) got alarmed with its spread.Socialism gave equality to all its people.There would be less chances of a luxurious life under a socialist government.They already knew that after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazism&lt;/span&gt; was taken down,the major problem they would face was Socialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; CIA sent its spies and tracked people with capitalist ideas in the soviet who occupied respectable places in the Russian secret societies.The CIA was able to convince these capitalists to provide with beautiful gifts in the form of properties,Houses,factories in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; London,High placements in the democratic Russian Government and even in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialists in the soviet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt; were alarmed with the growing number of greedy people who hated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;equalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and who wanted to have more luxurious and better lives for themselves by toppling off the socialist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Socialists brought independence in Russia by throwing off the Czar.They were highly patriotic and would not tolerate any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; interference in their internal affairs.&lt;br /&gt;Russians started sharpening their secret society which they called the KGB.The KGB used to pick out the traitors and the punishment was death.This way they were able to fight back the latent war which the CIA was playing.But this war soon took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;violent&lt;/span&gt; and wild form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KBG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; agents would spy on every suspected person,civilian,army officers,secret service officers.Slowly people found that their private life was being deprived because of these KGB agents who spy 24/7 round the clock.&lt;br /&gt;People feared to talk in public and slowly started hating the Socialist government.The CIA and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; secret service found it was the right time for them to act and the allied nations supplied the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separationalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all the weapons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;artillery&lt;/span&gt; they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus when Soviet was broken down,the capitalist countries stated that they were happy that the people of Russia are 'FREE' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIA is carried its legacy of bringing down of governments which it did not like and continued supplying arms and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ammunition&lt;/span&gt; to people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Saddam.The fact is these so called terrorists are just puppets who lost their strings from their masters.Once they were given all the power they needed to do what the US wanted.When their job was finished,they were left to their fate just to slowly turn into terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well known that it was America from the beginning who tamed and fed Saddam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to his present status of 'war criminal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Bush really wanted the freedom of Iraqis,why did he wait till the 9/11 disaster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; and then acted as an angry child,angry for snatching his toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Bush give the reason of 'Weapons of mass destruction' before going on the war if his real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;intention&lt;/span&gt; was to free Iraqi people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Bush kill so many Iraqi civilians by dropping bombs on cities if he really cared for Iraqi people.How can he call those innumerable 50 - 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bombs as 'miss guided' ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Bush.One killed civilians for his hatred and the other killed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;civilians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for vengeance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no weapons of mass destruction were found,Bush cunningly turned into a freedom fighter for Iraqis.A freedom fight which neither the people asked for nor Bush asked the people for it.After all the invasion was over,it is said that all those Iraqi lives were worth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sacrificing&lt;/span&gt; for their own freedom.A freedom fight is a fight which is fought by the people of a country and they are the ones who decide whether to fight for freedom or not.If Bush really cared for Iraqis,he would not have caused so many deaths and severe trauma to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;This is the CNN report showing the number of people Killed in Iraq -&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/10/11/iraq.deaths/" target="_blank"&gt;www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/10/11/iraq.deaths/&lt;/a&gt; - 655,000 deaths were noted.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we can expect a more death toll than CNN shows us.Because CNN and BBC try their level best not to show how immoral their nations are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownnews.net/casualties.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.unknownnews.net/casualties.html&lt;/a&gt; - This Link shows the total number of deaths in Afghan and Iraq together.&lt;br /&gt;Try to search at Google avoiding CNN and BBC resources and you will find the number Increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual reason for war on Iraq was vengeance.Bush wanted to take his revenge on Saddam for going on a war with his daddy and for the 9/11 disaster.Bush himself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;slipped&lt;/span&gt; and disclosed his true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;intentions&lt;/span&gt; for killing Saddam today by saying ' &lt;a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2002/ALLPOLITICS/09/27/bush.war.talk/" target="_blank"&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;all This&lt;/span&gt; is the guy who tried to kill my daddy&lt;/a&gt; '.More articles on this &lt;a href="http://www.antiwar.com/lobe/?articleid=3814" target="_blank"&gt;antiwar.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;riverbendblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/politics/article2076137.ece" target="_blank"&gt;Tony Blair knew that Saddam had no weapons of mass destruction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If personal reasons are left apart, Another major 'Threat' from Saddam for America was Oil.Saddam wanted to stop trading in Dollars and wanted to use Euros instead.There was a possibility of Saudi Arabia and other countries to use Euros too.This would bankrupt American economy in two years.Read the entire article on this &lt;a href="http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~pdscott/iraq.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Articles/Klare_Iraq.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Bush's 3 Bogus reasons&lt;/a&gt; - By Michael T. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Klare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,Professor of Peace and World Security Studies at Hampshire College in Amherst, Mass., and the author of Resource Wars: The New Landscape of Global Conflict (Metropolitan Books/Henry Holt, 2001). He can be reached at: &lt;a href="mailto:mklare@hampshire.edu"&gt;mklare@hampshire.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terrorist/Extremism :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is called an Islamic terrorist , can Bush be called an Christian terrorist after what he said &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/article317805.ece" target="_blank"&gt;God told me to attack Iraq and Afghanistan&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Bush helped Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Qayieda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by eliminating Saddam as Iraq was in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hit list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Bush's statements that Saddam was linked to Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Qayieda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is as much lie as 'Iraq has weapons of mass destruction' is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7424968526960139151?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7424968526960139151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7424968526960139151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>My Experience with Adsense</title><content type='html'>I found that people earn through the net on October 17 1996.I was surprised and wanted to try it.I was surfing for jobs and placements etc and I found a link 'Earn through the net' in the 'Ads by Google' column at Google search.&lt;br /&gt;I was exited.I could not understand what that site said.So I searched for 'Earn Online' at Google and I got familiar with terms 'Click Bank' 'affiliates' 'Google Adwords'.&lt;br /&gt;I registered at Click Bank as an affiliate (affiliate id-fireblade6).I entered Google Adwords.I found that a minimum of 800/- is a must to advertise my sales through Adwords.&lt;br /&gt;I was new to eMarketing so I hesitated to put in money on this.&lt;br /&gt;I posted my links at chat sites and checking my pay checks (silly).I started disliking Click Bank as I did not like the marketing strategy it needed.But People are making real profits with Click bank and Adwords combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adsense :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 19 2006 (yes till then I was ignorant of this information age) I knew that there is something called 'Blogger' where we can express our ideas to the world.I really liked it.I used to spend tremendous amount of time (quite often no breakfast,no lunch,no dinner)As anybody could expect,I posted my affiliate links from Click Bank and publicised it.Then slowly I came to know about Adsense.&lt;br /&gt;I liked and appreciated Google's idea of Adsense and Adwords.It seemed to be a brilliant marketing strategy,not only making profit out of Google adwords and adsense,-the main profit for Google through Adsense,Adwords was the tremendous outburst of Google users in the form of Internet marketers and Adsense Publishers.&lt;br /&gt;Google itself provied people with websites in the form of 'blogspots' ,thus turning every normal individual who can use Internet into a web marketer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Google was just a well known popular search engine.With the advent of Google Adsense and Adwords, the number of Gmail users grew up tremendously.Gmail began to compete with eMail gurus like Yahoo and Hotmail.I thought Google Adsense was marvellous as it was profitable to both the advertisers,publihsers and Google itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually Adsense appears to be profitable only to Google and only a few (few literally few) Adsense publishers.The 'Adsense Insecurity' (will post a separate article on this topic) is growing among Adsense publishers.The number of people getting Adsense account deleted is growing regularly.Google is getting more defencive due to this Adsense insecurity and dissatisfactory adwords advertisers.Have to watch and see how the trend is going to change and what Google is up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7823771906047533412?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7823771906047533412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7823771906047533412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7823771906047533412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7823771906047533412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-adsense.html' title='My Experience with Adsense'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-7299960467988183162</id><published>2006-12-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:51:53.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>Orkut Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZU207A7l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ik3-wZwGRcI/s1600-h/orkutdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013974042969610050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZU207A7l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ik3-wZwGRcI/s320/orkutdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orkut server has been dead for more than 18 hours for now.The Orkut server always has some problem.It goes down suddenly when you are surfing through or posting in some community or scrapping to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very frustrating when the server goes down and this message appears saying 'Bad server.We apologise for our server's .... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Blogger server goes down every now and then which they term as 'Black outs'.This is not what people expect from such highly reputed 'Google' the best.May be they are preparing to provide their users something special after all their 'beta' testings and server upgradings are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what people are saying about Orkut at &lt;a href="http://www.techcrunch.com/2006/12/29/googles-orkut-down-for-13-hours#comments" target="_blank"&gt;techchurch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7299960467988183162?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7299960467988183162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7299960467988183162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7299960467988183162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7299960467988183162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2006/12/orkut-dead.html' title='Orkut Dead'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZU207A7l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ik3-wZwGRcI/s72-c/orkutdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-8106090942757143508</id><published>2006-12-28T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:52:16.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morals'/><title type='text'>Dont Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZOMsbA7lyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5MhiSAuQI0/s1600-h/ShowLetter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013505504987289378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZOMsbA7lyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5MhiSAuQI0/s320/ShowLetter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-8106090942757143508?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/8106090942757143508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=8106090942757143508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8106090942757143508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/8106090942757143508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-worry.html' title='Dont Worry'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/RZOMsbA7lyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5MhiSAuQI0/s72-c/ShowLetter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-7363028624886610663</id><published>2006-12-24T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:47:59.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>My Cat</title><content type='html'>When I was around 10, I was crazy about pets.I borrowed this from my friend who had a dog.His name was tiger.It became so much attached to me that it used to spend most of the day in my home.I use to steal money from mother's money hiding places in the kitchen and buy him biscuits and snacks.He became a very good friend of mine.There was another dog,tiger's friend.He was older and calm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going very well until one day I found a small cat on our roof.I brought her in.Mainly for safe keeping from dogs and older male cats.But I got attached to it.It used to jump on me when I came back from the school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;meaw&lt;/span&gt; at me when it was hungry and roll over the carpet after having its dinner.My budget began raising and I had to take help from my sis.Fortunately,she liked the cat and she was ready to help me (not only financially but also from mom).We gave it a name 'pussy'.We used have lot of fun with pussy.&lt;br /&gt;One day I read an article in '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinkle" target="_blank"&gt;Tinkle&lt;/a&gt;' that cats can jump from a three storied building and can land down safely without getting hurt.So I threw pussy up with force.It landed down safely thrice and the fourth time,I threw it will full force and pussy had an ankle sprain.Our house keeper applied oil and we applied a bandage round its ankle.It limped for a week.I kept cursing myself till pussy got well.&lt;br /&gt;Pussy was able to draw mother's attention when it grew up a bit.It used to hunt rats and cockroaches and mother liked that.But whenever someone in the home had cough or cold,mom used to blame poor pussy. One day mom read in the news paper that cats fur causes asthma in children.This created lot of tensions in me,my sis and mom.Poor pussy knew nothing and kept rolling and scratching the carpets and shedding her fur all over.&lt;br /&gt;One day we came back from school and found pussy missing.I checked all over but couldn't find it.I asked mom and she said she did not know.Then slowly she told us that she gave away pussy to an auto driver who was passing by in our street.We yelled at mom and cried a lot.I picked up a doll which pussy used to play with and cried until I felt asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Time is the best healer.Days passed by and we slowly forgot pussy (but not what mom did).When I was 17 or so,the same news paper contained an article saying "Cats' and Dogs' fur is not the cause of asthma".I showed it to mom.As usual she wont listen to us and our protest was suppressed with an iron leg. But when I became 21,I smiled at mother for her care and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cautiousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-7363028624886610663?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/7363028624886610663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=7363028624886610663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7363028624886610663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/7363028624886610663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-cat-pussy.html' title='My Cat'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2730614203941314230.post-6534993150209302854</id><published>2006-12-18T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:52:47.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories and Experiences'/><title type='text'>School days</title><content type='html'>All of us can never forget our school days.Those innocent days when we knew nothing but playing,doing home work,preparing for exams,watching TV (getting scolded for doing so),dreaming of a beautiful bike or a car,trying to do more than our capacity in the school competitions and quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always says this while talking about childhood - Aja bachpan ek baar phir ... de de apni atirut shanti.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think in myself 'Childhood is Shanti'? We are not allowed to do anything by ourselves.Everyone tries to control us starting from parents to the school watchman.But I understood the truth in it only after I grew up and got what i always desired - to grow up.I joined Graduation (Mbbs).I had to leave home.No one to control me,no one to stop me.Parents gave me enough money.Though i spend a lot,i always had money to spend more.I had everything which i dreamt of.But just then i found that this was not what i dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;When you are on your own,there is a thing called 'responsiility'.This is very heavy.I understood why elders called childhood as shanti.Its because children are not completely held responsible if they do some mistake.And mistakes of childhood are often small,cute and forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up,you cant held your parents responsible for what you do(though they are always ready to held themselves responsible for whatever we kids do) .Because they no more control you or restrict you.This builds up lot of mental stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My School days were very happy.Filled with sweet memories.The school used to begin at 8.45 am and prayer in the assembly hall finishes at 9 am.Classes start from 9 am sharp.Late commers were fined or even sent back sometimes.Even our dresses and shoe were checked daily.I never had a problem with dress or time.I was an average student and used to do lot of noise in the class with my friends.My friends were few but all are like me,noisy and foolish.Yes we were lot foolish those days.We laugh at our own deeds now.Am sure whenever childhood classmates meet,all we do is recollect the stupid and foolish things each one of us had done and laugh at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Atlast after many years,I feel the same as my mother and keep saying with in myself 'Aja bachpan ek bar phir,de de apni atirut shanti'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2730614203941314230-6534993150209302854?l=home-r1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/feeds/6534993150209302854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2730614203941314230&amp;postID=6534993150209302854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6534993150209302854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2730614203941314230/posts/default/6534993150209302854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-r1.blogspot.com/2006/12/school-days.html' title='School days'/><author><name>Dr. Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04828310950207522319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HKEZnqJg1vg/R_sW_J8srvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y08uzTLQ7ac/S220/Picture+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
