<?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-16075112</id><updated>2011-05-30T21:13:07.534+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talash --- The search</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-117000846979393315</id><published>2007-01-28T22:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:21:09.806+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>I've moved to wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;Look for me at &lt;a href="http://jhonka.wordpress.com"&gt;jhonka.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-117000846979393315?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/117000846979393315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=117000846979393315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/117000846979393315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/117000846979393315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2007/01/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-116473206293620713</id><published>2006-11-28T20:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:41:02.963+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Found the Lost ones</title><content type='html'>yesterday i found my nazams i wrote last year. I lost somewhere and yesterday my baba was looking for his stuff and he found one envelope with my nazams. I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-116473206293620713?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/116473206293620713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=116473206293620713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116473206293620713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116473206293620713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/11/found-lost-ones.html' title='Found the Lost ones'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-116256887759295317</id><published>2006-11-03T19:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:47:57.606+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Thank you GH for such a nice tag. I would like to tag: Aks, khawab, and Raheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying clothes:1. Do you look at country of manufacture or quality of manufacture?&lt;br /&gt;A:Both (country of manufacturer – only for one coutnry) and Quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you make sure they are natural fabrics?&lt;br /&gt;A:No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sunglasses, fashion or protection?&lt;br /&gt;A:Fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you were a dog, would you bark or bite?&lt;br /&gt;A:I would change the idiom – barking dog always Bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you turn your cellphone off before going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A:No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.You came home from out and have an hour to go before going out to meet a friend,what is the most probable thing which you'll do in that hour?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nothing special, just take bath, change my clothe and take a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What's you favourite state of chocolate, liquid or solid?&lt;br /&gt;A: Solid (In liquid, I only like hot chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What would you choose..A noticeable pay hike or noticeable improvement in work environment?&lt;br /&gt;A: At this stage of my career, I definitely go with Noticeable Improvement in work environment bearing in mind that pay plays an important role in your life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you enjoy more.. Staying indoors with friends talking meaningfully or hanging around with friends outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;A: meaningful talk can be held outside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If all the music artists come to a deliberate agreement to perform their last concert on the same day,whose concert will you attend?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sajjad Ali – (I guess – tuf choice though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-116256887759295317?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/116256887759295317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=116256887759295317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116256887759295317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116256887759295317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/11/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-116222865250058985</id><published>2006-10-30T21:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:17:32.530+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis Management</title><content type='html'>I have been to Karachi for Eid. I found that most of the peple were affraid of dangue virus. I was informed that at Agha Khan Hospital (one of the most prestagious institue of Paksitan) displayed a card in Emergency Ward that no beds are available. When one of my friends visited AKH, he saw approximately 75 people hit by the same virus. I beleive it is the same in all Hospitals in Karachi. Now my question is: when we, as a Pakistani nation, will be able to cope this type of situation? why we cant have special arrangements in Hospitals? and why we can not prepare a crisis management plans? The answers may be: we are not serious? we have no resources? or we have not much fundings? etc .... i believe its all shit, instead its only because we are not faithful with our country and we dont care about the human life..isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-116222865250058985?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/116222865250058985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=116222865250058985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116222865250058985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116222865250058985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/10/crisis-management.html' title='Crisis Management'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-116030644523379128</id><published>2006-10-08T15:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:20:45.250+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kia Khoya Kia Paya (What we have achieved and What we have lost)</title><content type='html'>Its been exactly a year …. It was Ramadan, almost the same time when I reached home (I was home alone then) turned on my Television and found that Sonia Khan appealing for the Kafan for the dead bodies in Kashmir due to earthquake, the catastrophe happened in October last year. I felt terrible then, my eyes were full of tears, pain in the heart, mind was shut, all around was too dark and suffocation. I started writing so many things about the incidents with full sympathies to those who lost their loved ones, fie upon those who were taking advantage of that terrible accident, collecting money in the office for them, talking about Pakistani-ism, the courage of youth, their unity and discipline and the willingness to do something good for Pakistan, promising each other that this is not finished – we have to work hard to settling the displaced person and help them to re-build their lives. I hope you all did the same thing……but what happened then, where we lost and why we lost our commitment, our unity, and our willingness. How many of us, really, have done something - forget about doing something, how many of us have really thought about them while we were dining out, planning for the foreign trip, thinking about new car, new job, new clothes, etc. ‘WE’ never thought as ‘WE’, I guess its all about ‘me’ , ‘me’, and ‘me’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I really have done nothing after that emotional period (around may by 2 months), not even thought of spending some amount of my money or time for them. Why we have lost our path, our Pakistani-ism, our positive thinking, approach, and attitudes toward the re-building of the nation? I have no answer….. do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-116030644523379128?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/116030644523379128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=116030644523379128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116030644523379128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/116030644523379128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/10/kia-khoya-kia-paya-what-we-have.html' title='Kia Khoya Kia Paya (What we have achieved and What we have lost)'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115960765740687202</id><published>2006-09-30T13:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:48:17.753+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farz Karo .....</title><content type='html'>My Lates Nazam for your comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo yeh saree nazmain saree ghazlain&lt;br /&gt;Jhoot hoteen, afsanay hotay&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo woh saree batain, saray waday&lt;br /&gt;Jhoot hotay aur dhokay hotay&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo woh chandnee ratain, shabname subhain,&lt;br /&gt;Jo hum nay saath beeta-ay thay&lt;br /&gt;Bas faqat samjhota hotay&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo baylay key lareeaan, choree key kareean&lt;br /&gt;Bay rang hoteen bay saaz hoteen&lt;br /&gt;Aur farz karo k hum dono..... 'hum' na hotay&lt;br /&gt;May aur tum hotay&lt;br /&gt;Aur farz karo-yeh phool, hawa, barish aur titlee&lt;br /&gt;Bas mehaz istay-ary hotay&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo piyar, mohabbat waday wafa sub&lt;br /&gt;Khawahishon k raylay hotay&lt;br /&gt;Farz karo woh saree nibah kay payma-an&lt;br /&gt;Mattee k gharonday hotay&lt;br /&gt;Aur had-day nigah dil key gahraion k paas paas -farz karo koee na hota&lt;br /&gt;Na may, na tum, na hum&lt;br /&gt;Sirf gumnaam hawa ka jhonka hota, raat hotee aur bay-bas see aik khawahish hotee&lt;br /&gt;Meree soch to is say agay ab ataknay lagtee hay&lt;br /&gt;Magar meree jaan&lt;br /&gt;Sach batao, k agar yeh sab such hota&lt;br /&gt;To tum ko yeh sab kaisa lagta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115960765740687202?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115960765740687202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115960765740687202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115960765740687202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115960765740687202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/09/farz-karo.html' title='Farz Karo .....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115917095228927538</id><published>2006-09-25T11:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:55:52.303+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik Khalish .......</title><content type='html'>Kuch dam ghutnay say martay hain&lt;br /&gt;Kuch khush ho ho kay martay hain&lt;br /&gt;Apnee apnee qismat hay kuch bay wajah he martay hain&lt;br /&gt;May to shayad khuch he hoon&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhee kiyon mabhoos sa hoon&lt;br /&gt;Ay kaash yeh ramz may jaan layta k&lt;br /&gt;Zindagee kay mo-am-may may zindagee ka hal bhee hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115917095228927538?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115917095228927538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115917095228927538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115917095228927538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115917095228927538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/09/aik-khalish.html' title='Aik Khalish .......'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115899535317451455</id><published>2006-09-23T11:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:09:13.193+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Kareem</title><content type='html'>Ramadan Kareem to all you. May Allah shower His bleesing to all of us during this holy month of Ramadan and May Allah give us a strength to serve Him best and May Allah accept all our good deeds and prtect us from the bad ones, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me and my family in your duas. Special request to dua for my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115899535317451455?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115899535317451455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115899535317451455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115899535317451455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115899535317451455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramadan-kareem.html' title='Ramadan Kareem'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115842115314101723</id><published>2006-09-16T19:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:39:13.156+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>"kaash ham tum ko mana laytay na janay daytay&lt;br /&gt;mud-daton baad yeh ehsas-e-khayal yaad aaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115842115314101723?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115842115314101723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115842115314101723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115842115314101723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115842115314101723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/09/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115703396694152475</id><published>2006-08-31T18:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:19:09.020+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday of my Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have completed my first-year of blogging. It’s been a year now and, honestly speaking, it was so quick. I really learned a lot from the blogging. The important thing during the last year while blogging, I realized that all Pakistani youth, irrespective of where they live and what they do, are very much patriotic, cultured, and religious. They know their cultural and religious limitations. They are bold enough to accept their mistakes or wrong doings in public and brave enough to let other people know their mistakes and wrong doings. They always stand together at the time of crisis (we have experienced unity during the catastrophe (earthquick) in Pakistan last October). They share their feelings, happiness, sorrows, problems, pains, etc with their generation and the generations before them. They all are very intellectuals, sensitive, courageous, fearless, passionate, and lively. I am proud all of you my Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last year of my blogging, I did have a chance to post some of my poems (which I think no one can take a risk to publish …lol), which was very well appreciated and received by all of you. I thank you all. My nazam ‘May chota sa aik bacha hoon” was published and featured in few blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing blog, exactly a year before, after Absar has explained me about the blogging and insisted to have my own blog. My first post was about writing the blog. At that time I was not sure if I could continue with this stuff, but as the time passes I felt like I am addicted to this blog world. One can easily feel my addiction by knowing that even after spending a long hectic day in the office I always visit some blogs and try to update mine. The relation I developed with the blog is extremely fabulous and I enjoyed every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My achievements during last year is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professionally, I got promotion and salary increment;&lt;br /&gt;personally, I got married;&lt;br /&gt;bloggly, I made friends and well wishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last year of my life, I come to know few guys listed on my blog. Few comments about them (alphabetically arranged) are as follows with the &lt;strong&gt;disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt; that I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by putting my observation about my new blog friends. These are just the feelings I gathered by reading their blogs. In real life they may be totally different personalities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Absar :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Always there with me when I need a shoulder. He is always there to share my feelings, my happiness, and sorrows. What can I say about him, he is just the dearest. He is very talented, intelligent, sensitive, innocent, enthusiastic and energetic (at times), and above all a complete iMac (Apple) freak. He knows the art of writing the feelings on paper by using the appropriate words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I always enjoy reading her blog. I don’t know why, but I feel that she thinks like me who rarely show the emotions specially the sad ones. She seems very composed, controlled, sensitive and respective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fahad :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Portraying good image of Pakistan and Islam thru his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Green Head&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; I admire his style of expression. Most of his posts give me a refreshing feeling. He is very witty and at the same time a very keen observer of life. He has the ability of putting his thoughts, expressions, experiences and feelings in writing very well. I always appreciate his comments on my blog. Seems little dis-hearted at times though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Khawab &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Very bold, energetic, sensitive, and enthusiastic. I always feel that her posts have some kind of a hidden message, the message that has some important meanings in it. Sometimes I feel that she wants to write so much but fail to arrange her thoughts or cant find appropriate words to express her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naqi &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I like his style of expressing himself. I think he is very romantic and living in the fantasy world (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raheel&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; May chota sa aik baccha hoon par kaam karoon ga baray baray … this is the feeling I always have for Raheel. He notices the things happening around us in deep detail, which probably no one of us might note. I think he is very much expressive, kinda bold, innocent, friendly, energetic, and party type of boy yet very sensitive. He loves tagging people * wink *.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Few Statistics about my Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total post 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts (social issues, questions, pictorials, etc) 54&lt;br /&gt;Tags (most of them by Raheel *wink*) 06&lt;br /&gt;Nazam / Ghazals 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Posts per month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 01&lt;br /&gt;September 13&lt;br /&gt;October 07&lt;br /&gt;November 05&lt;br /&gt;December 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;January 03&lt;br /&gt;February 04&lt;br /&gt;March 03&lt;br /&gt;April 05&lt;br /&gt;May 04&lt;br /&gt;June 06&lt;br /&gt;July 02&lt;br /&gt;August 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average post / month = 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max. no. of posts in a month = 13 (September 2005)&lt;br /&gt;Min. no. of post in a month = 01 (August 2005 – as I start blogging on 31.08.05)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115703396694152475?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115703396694152475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115703396694152475&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115703396694152475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115703396694152475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-birthday-of-my-blog.html' title='First Birthday of my Blog'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115667091850512981</id><published>2006-08-27T13:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:28:38.520+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose game is this - Hair or Inzi or ?</title><content type='html'>All of us know what happened at Oval’s Cricket ground at the 4th day of Test match between Pakistan and England. I followed all interviews, TV shots, reports, etc. The series of unfortunate events happened on that day as follows:&lt;br /&gt;- Pakistan were in a very good position to win after having been defeated in two test matches (the best of England against Pakistan ever in the history of the game).&lt;br /&gt;- England were about to loose the match.&lt;br /&gt;- England coach visited Mike Proctor (match referee) regarding the condition of the ball (remember it was then the ball was only 12 overs old)&lt;br /&gt;- Darrell Hair’s wishes to settle in England to earn money&lt;br /&gt;- During the 56th over umpire change the ball without Inzi consultation and offer 5 extra runs indicating the Pakistani Team is cheat&lt;br /&gt;- Inzi continue playing and Bob Woolmer went to Mike’s room, twice.&lt;br /&gt;- Inzi launched the protest and refused to play after Tea until the matter is finalized&lt;br /&gt;- Darrell declare that the match is over and award a win to England.&lt;br /&gt;- Match umpires report to the ICC and Inzi was charged against ball tempering and disrepute of the game.&lt;br /&gt;- Darrell resignation (with the request to ICC not to disclose the letter to the public) to ICC and demand $500,000 to quit from ICC elite umpire panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think all these events, my personal analysis is that it was nothing but the bookies game. Darrell’s resignation with the demand (hidden threat as if his demand will not be accepted that he will disclose all the names involved in this) indicates that there is the third party involvement. Lets hope that Pakistan teams’ name will be cleared from all this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115667091850512981?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115667091850512981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115667091850512981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115667091850512981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115667091850512981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/whose-game-is-this-hair-or-inzi-or.html' title='Whose game is this - Hair or Inzi or ?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115643966895270474</id><published>2006-08-24T21:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:18:32.446+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaj Bhee ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/emotional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/emotional.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aakhri baar milay to na woh roya na may roya&lt;br /&gt;is khayal say ashk meray thamtay nahee hain aaj bhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiyon kartay ho kisee say dukh ka izhaar amir&lt;br /&gt;kiyon dubotay ho qalam ko ashkon may aaj bhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written on long time back.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115643966895270474?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115643966895270474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115643966895270474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115643966895270474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115643966895270474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/aaj-bhee.html' title='Aaj Bhee ...........'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115627252402050387</id><published>2006-08-22T22:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:48:44.036+04:00</updated><title type='text'>GHAZAL - 'DHOKA'</title><content type='html'>Raat andheree din weeranay ho ga ay&lt;br /&gt;may akaila tum para ay ho ga ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raat kay san-na-tay may aksar aahat teree aatee hay&lt;br /&gt;chandnee raat may meray aanso taray ho ga ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21ween sadee ka daur hay dekho uzur zara kuch naya say kartay&lt;br /&gt;wohee purana uzur sun kar zakham tazay ho ga ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do qadam tum saath chal kay thak ga ay kiyon haar ga ay&lt;br /&gt;umar bhar kay waaday saaray lamhay bhat may khatam ho ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choro amir janay bhee do hona tha jo ho bhee chuka&lt;br /&gt;apnee duniya tum bhee basa lo woh to ab bay ganay hu ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written on 20.01.2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115627252402050387?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115627252402050387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115627252402050387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115627252402050387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115627252402050387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/ghazal-dhoka.html' title='GHAZAL - &apos;DHOKA&apos;'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115614667103428792</id><published>2006-08-21T11:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:40:31.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Quaid-e-Azam</title><content type='html'>On the occasion of Independence Day (14 August) of Pakistan, Karachities were celebrating the occassion infront of Maza-e-Quaid. All of a sudden chaos started due to the fight between the group of people. They damaged the not only the surroundings of Mazar-e-Quaid but also the premises of Mazar including the marble flooring, trees, etc. What a way to celebrate the Independence Day and what a way to salute the Father of the Nation. What shall I say about this attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it Tribute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115614667103428792?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115614667103428792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115614667103428792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115614667103428792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115614667103428792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-quaid-e-azam.html' title='Tribute to Quaid-e-Azam'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115605878648242417</id><published>2006-08-20T11:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:25:59.053+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True &amp; False</title><content type='html'>Raheel tagged me one more time. Raheel ...did i do smthg rong with you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Male friend: A couple&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend: shhhhh …. I can’t disclose now eh! &lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: July / August 2006… I spent five weeks with my family after almost 6 years&lt;br /&gt;WORST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Time of day: Just before sunset - it’s so blue.&lt;br /&gt;2. Day of the week: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;3. Color crayon: Purple&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you talked to that goes to your school: N/A &lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: Vasanth (Office colleague) &lt;br /&gt;3. Text: Absar&lt;br /&gt;4. Person who Instant Messaged: N/A&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now: What a stupid question …. Of course typing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing: Formal (suit with tie)&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: Shab-e-Mairaj&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: I will try to find the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal: Nothing as such &lt;br /&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow: Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 09&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: Depends on the mood, climate, colors around you, etc. But these days “If tomorrow never comes“ by Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;3. Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing Someone: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: Mixed (Blue is more dominant though)&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting: If I know, I would have asked for it!&lt;br /&gt;TRUE/FALSE:&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler: Do I have to answer this? &lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: FAAALLSSEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: False but depends in some cases yeah I m a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: False&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: False&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant: False &lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart: False&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed: False&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Blogging: False&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7: False&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: False&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: False&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a crush on someone: False&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: False&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: True / False&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies: Oh yeah very TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: False&lt;br /&gt;have a hard time paying attention at school/work: N/A&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent: TRUE &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: Very true &lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: True&lt;br /&gt;ANGER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?: no&lt;br /&gt;2. Which of your friends has the worst temper? Asif (I guess)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone: Yeah (Cricket ball, shuttle during Badminton, etc) &lt;br /&gt;4. Ever something was thrown at you: Refer to above answer.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? Not my type.&lt;br /&gt;EXCITEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you easily excited: Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;3. What you’re most excited about: so many things &lt;br /&gt;4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?: hamaree aisee qismat kahan. &lt;br /&gt;5. If you could have anything right now what would it be? Bachpan ka sawan&lt;br /&gt;SELF-DISCOVERY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Amir. (Aamanna – nick name)&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you born? Karachi&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s your main goal in life? Kisee key muskurahatoon pay ho nisar,  kisee ka mil sakay to lay udhaar –jeeena isee ka naam hay&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you want to die?: I don’t know but I want to have a kalma during the process InshAllah.&lt;br /&gt;OPINIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex before marriage?: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Gay Marriage? No &lt;br /&gt;3. Lower the Drinking age? Instead I prefer to higher the drinking age. &lt;br /&gt;4. Recycling? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your latest dream? I am living in a real world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have any of your dreams come true?  Refer to above answer&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? Lets talk something else&lt;br /&gt;4. Straight, Gay, Bi? Straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a bf/gf? yeah&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a crush? No &lt;br /&gt;Q: How many beds did you lay in yesterday? one.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing? Blue&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name one thing that you do everyday? Reading book before I go to bed &lt;br /&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right now? 600 bucks &lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw your dad? An hour before &lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you have for dinner last night? Biryani, kabab, and qeema &lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? A suit&lt;br /&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? google&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now? no&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever failed a class?: NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days?: No&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever slept with a night light?: No.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever danced in the rain?:  No &lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever lied?: Who doesn’t? &lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever tripped over somthing stupid?:  No&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: Samosa&lt;br /&gt;2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage: Arrange marriage (tuf question to answer though)&lt;br /&gt;4. Honeymoon, no moon: Depends (don’t ask me ..on what?)&lt;br /&gt;5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+ : as many as possible &lt;br /&gt;6. Kulfi, Ice cream : Kulfi&lt;br /&gt;7. Shahrukh Khan, Orlando Bloom : Shahrukh&lt;br /&gt;8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower : Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;9. Lahore, Khi, Isb : of course Karachi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115605878648242417?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115605878648242417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115605878648242417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115605878648242417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115605878648242417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-worst-last-first-today-tomorrow.html' title='Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True &amp; False'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115469779464652780</id><published>2006-08-04T17:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:23:14.663+04:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>A big News for you guys, I got married on 25.07.06 - that was before the rains ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started a new chapter of my life, and both of us would really appreciate your duas. I'm reading things off of cards to figure out things to write here, but haven't had any luck, so I'll just stop at duas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the pictures soon inshAllah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115469779464652780?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115469779464652780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115469779464652780&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115469779464652780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115469779464652780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/08/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115202143941857894</id><published>2006-07-04T17:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:04:27.510+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhee Kuch Der Baqi Hay</title><content type='html'>U guys are lucky that i am sharing all my new stuff with u....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my following nazam is directly from my heart....ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohabbat kay adhuray khawab bun-nay walon&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der baqi hay&lt;br /&gt;subah kay manzar kay badalnay may&lt;br /&gt;andheree raat may sahil pay, chandnee kay phelnay may&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der baqi hay&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der baqi hay &lt;br /&gt;barsaat kay barasnay may, kaliyon kay chatknay may,&lt;br /&gt;mausam kay badalnay may aur chorion kay khanknay may&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der baqi hay&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der baqi hay&lt;br /&gt;mohabbat ko paya-e-takmeel tak pohanchnay may&lt;br /&gt;abhee kuch der ------ haan abhee kuch aur der baqi hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115202143941857894?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115202143941857894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115202143941857894&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115202143941857894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115202143941857894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/07/abhee-kuch-der-baqi-hay.html' title='Abhee Kuch Der Baqi Hay'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115192787838007407</id><published>2006-07-03T15:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:25:54.506+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Cultural Work Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Multi-cultural work force is the new term that has been used in engineering companies these days. Although I am working with a team of engineers who are from different cultures but unfortunately not all of them are cultured. My question is, what is the use of having multi-cultural work force and why it is considered so important for promotion purposes. Do u have any answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115192787838007407?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115192787838007407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115192787838007407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115192787838007407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115192787838007407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/07/multi-cultural-work-force.html' title='Multi-Cultural Work Force'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115157488985064005</id><published>2006-06-29T13:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:54:49.863+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Journey Ahead .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/avatar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/avatar.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115157488985064005?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115157488985064005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115157488985064005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115157488985064005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115157488985064005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-journey-ahead.html' title='Long Journey Ahead .......'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115091443187436947</id><published>2006-06-21T22:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:31:00.150+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Ghazal</title><content type='html'>the following nazam i wrote on 17th June 2006 (my birthday) and i publish this for u guys. Please provide me with the title of this nazam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh such may mil kay gaee thee ya bearish ka aik jhonka tha&lt;br /&gt;Woh meree aankh may aanso thay ya mausam he kuch dhundla tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh mera haath pakar kay mujh ko dar tak chornay aaee thee&lt;br /&gt;Us key aankahin bheegee theen aur may bhee thora roya tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh mujh say mil na pa ay gee, may us ko dekh na pa oon ga&lt;br /&gt;Woh kitnay karb kay lamhay thay woh kitna nazuk mauqa tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh us ka lehja badla tha ya meree zid niralee thee&lt;br /&gt;Us nay aankhain pheree theen ya may he kuch kuch badla tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab pay us kay shikwa tha aur aankh may us kay aanson thay&lt;br /&gt;Ay kaash may sub kuch keh dayta, jo kuch may nay socha tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohat hoee, ab ro bhee chukay ho, ghar ko kab ja-o-gay amir&lt;br /&gt;Us ka sahara bun na sakay tum, jis kay haath ko thama tha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115091443187436947?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115091443187436947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115091443187436947&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115091443187436947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115091443187436947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-ghazal.html' title='My new Ghazal'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115082509539514965</id><published>2006-06-20T21:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:38:15.416+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Tuesday .....</title><content type='html'>This is just to inform you guys that today is tuesday ..... and this is bcoz all of us are sleeping ...no blog updates ..... jago mohan piyaray jago .... jago jago subah hoee .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115082509539514965?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115082509539514965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115082509539514965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115082509539514965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115082509539514965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-tuesday.html' title='Today is Tuesday .....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115018554234857231</id><published>2006-06-13T11:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:59:02.386+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik Khayal ...... Uskay bina</title><content type='html'>Bohat dino say kuch kaha nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;Dil key baton ko suna nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who na aaee hay aur naa aa ay gee kabhee&lt;br /&gt;Yeh janta hoon phir bhee socha nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajab mo-amaa liyay betha hoon&lt;br /&gt;Usko dekh kay dil tarpa nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to khush hay tum apnee kaharo&lt;br /&gt;Kiya tum ko zindagee may basna nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh to ab sirf khayal he hay amir&lt;br /&gt;Us kay bina ab jeena nahee hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115018554234857231?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115018554234857231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115018554234857231&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115018554234857231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115018554234857231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/aik-khayal-uskay-bina.html' title='Aik Khayal ...... Uskay bina'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-115000801076390917</id><published>2006-06-11T10:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:40:13.490+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Absar</title><content type='html'>9th June is the date i never forget. its the birthday of my youngest and dearest brother, Absar. May Allah always bless you, Aameen, Summa AAmeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-115000801076390917?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/115000801076390917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=115000801076390917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115000801076390917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/115000801076390917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-absar.html' title='Happy Birthday to Absar'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114917019068665013</id><published>2006-06-01T17:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:59:12.173+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if , , , ,</title><content type='html'>What if:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tomorrow never comes ?&lt;br /&gt;2. You find yourlesf alone in a desert?&lt;br /&gt;3. You love someone?&lt;br /&gt;4. You lost someone in a particular moment?&lt;br /&gt;5. You take a long walk of life?&lt;br /&gt;6. You spend your life with someone strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114917019068665013?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114917019068665013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114917019068665013&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114917019068665013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114917019068665013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-if.html' title='What if , , , ,'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114871482305877185</id><published>2006-05-27T11:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:27:03.080+04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN PRINCIPLES OF HUMAN RELATIONS</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder to all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twelve ways to make people like you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not criticize, condemn or complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Control the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Avoid using abusive language or expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give honest, sincere appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Arouse in the other person an eager want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Become genuinely interested in other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Remember that a person’s name is to him/her  the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Avoid backbiting during conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Talk in terms of the other person’s interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make the other person feel important and do it sincerely'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114871482305877185?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114871482305877185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114871482305877185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114871482305877185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114871482305877185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/05/golden-principles-of-human-relations.html' title='GOLDEN PRINCIPLES OF HUMAN RELATIONS'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114857332184987399</id><published>2006-05-25T20:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:08:41.850+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updation ..........</title><content type='html'>I have not updated my blog since log due to the time constraint. Very much busy in the office and then doing some private jobs (part time jobs) by helping other students in their assingment, thesis, and Dissertations. Today quite free so i thought to update my blog but no topic in my mind, so i may come up with some good thing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamanna is listening 'Kash" by fakhir - gr8 song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114857332184987399?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114857332184987399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114857332184987399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114857332184987399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114857332184987399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/05/updation.html' title='Updation ..........'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114735396771525640</id><published>2006-05-11T17:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:31:13.206+04:00</updated><title type='text'>KIA YEH MUMKIN HAY</title><content type='html'>My new and tazaa kalam for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaj dil chahta hay kay cheekh k ro-oon&lt;br /&gt;jee bhar kay ro-oon&lt;br /&gt;dil key har baat aaj usay bata daloon&lt;br /&gt;jisko rothay huay mud-dat guzree&lt;br /&gt;saray aansoo beh janay doon&lt;br /&gt;us key yaad ko mit janay doon&lt;br /&gt;par kia yeh mumkin hay&lt;br /&gt;kay jo zindage kay har rang may, har roop may&lt;br /&gt;aur har ang may maujood ho&lt;br /&gt;kia woh aansoon may beh sakta hay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your feedback is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114735396771525640?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114735396771525640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114735396771525640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114735396771525640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114735396771525640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/05/kia-yeh-mumkin-hay.html' title='KIA YEH MUMKIN HAY'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114725376147863203</id><published>2006-05-10T13:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:32:57.830+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have your Say</title><content type='html'>I always thought to write something about the Airport. You can see and feel the emotions of the people around you. You want to be there and sometimes you hate that place. I feel its like a duniya (world), someone is being warmly received and at the same time someone is being sent off with tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Karachi for a very short period of time but it was full of love and fun, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114725376147863203?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114725376147863203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114725376147863203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114725376147863203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114725376147863203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-your-say.html' title='Have your Say'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114552352657521810</id><published>2006-04-20T12:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:58:46.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal - jo meray dil k qareeb hay</title><content type='html'>Meray uthtay samay us nay yeh poocha, phir kab aao gay tum?&lt;br /&gt;is tarap say mujh ko uska poochna acha laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum jantay thay la hasil hay aik honay ka sochna&lt;br /&gt;uska yun nazarain jhuka kar sochna acha laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may nay to aakhir dhoond he lee apnee shaeeree key wajah&lt;br /&gt;apnay he dard may mujh ko nazam kehna acha laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har shaam meree aankhain uska rasta dekhteen hain&lt;br /&gt;raat bhar uska yun meree aankhoon say behna acha laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum jantay hain waqay-aa kuch aur hay magar phir bhee&lt;br /&gt;amir ko yun bay khudee may gum rehna acha laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114552352657521810?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114552352657521810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114552352657521810&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114552352657521810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114552352657521810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/04/ghazal-jo-meray-dil-k-qareeb-hay.html' title='Ghazal - jo meray dil k qareeb hay'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114495316617487899</id><published>2006-04-13T22:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:32:46.190+04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening with Prof. Inayaat Ali Khan</title><content type='html'>O GOd, I spent this evening with Prof. Inayaat Ali Khan, a renowned poet of Pakistan. It was really an honor to read a poem in front of him and folks I got this opportunity. He liked my poem and asked me few times to repeat my 'sher'. I feel quite good yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114495316617487899?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114495316617487899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114495316617487899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114495316617487899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114495316617487899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/04/evening-with-prof-inayaat-ali-khan.html' title='An Evening with Prof. Inayaat Ali Khan'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114474958865014121</id><published>2006-04-11T13:54:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:59:48.650+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to be a Successful in Your Professional Life?</title><content type='html'>“Toastmasters offers a proven way to improve your communication skills. By participating in a fun and supportive Toastmasters group, you'll become a better speaker and leader and gain confidence to succeed in whatever path you've chosen in life.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a member of this club. I attended so far only one meeting and found very useful. I always thought, that being a very good debater in my school, college, and university days, I don’t need this kind of training. I was completely wrong. The reason is that it really requires a lot of courage, confidence, and poise to present engineering proposals in front of the board of directors of your company. I feel that this kind of clubs groom your personality. I believe that you can get most of jobs done in your favor with good communication and negotiation skills. I suggest, all professionals reading this blog join toastmasters or any other club providing this kind of services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114474958865014121?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114474958865014121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114474958865014121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114474958865014121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114474958865014121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/04/want-to-be-successful-in-your_11.html' title='Want to be a Successful in Your Professional Life?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114474938050575039</id><published>2006-04-11T13:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:56:20.746+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to be a Successful in Your Professional Life?</title><content type='html'>“Toastmasters offers a proven way to improve your communication skills. By participating in a fun and supportive Toastmasters group, you'll become a better speaker and leader and gain confidence to succeed in whatever path you've chosen in life.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a member of this club. I attended so far only one meeting and found very useful. I always thought, that being a very good debater in my school, college, and university days, I don’t need this kind of training. I was completely wrong. The reason is that it really requires a lot of courage, confidence, and poise to present engineering proposals in front of the board of directors of your company. I feel that this kind of clubs groom your personality. I believe that you can get most of jobs done in your favor with good communication and negotiation skills. I suggest, all professionals reading this blog join toastmasters or any other club providing this kind of services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114474938050575039?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114474938050575039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114474938050575039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114474938050575039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114474938050575039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/04/want-to-be-successful-in-your.html' title='Want to be a Successful in Your Professional Life?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114466680390259202</id><published>2006-04-10T14:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:00:04.360+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Morning Session</title><content type='html'>After a very long time (about two years), i played Cricket today in the morning with my office colleagues. The climate was too good and i really enjoyed the whole session. It was fun. I feel that such activities provide an opportunity to have a friendly environment in the office. Although every joint and every muscle of body is definitely not happy, it seems that they all are crying. I dont care, coz i enjoyed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: these days i m reading a book 'journalaee sarak' written by Raza Ali Abidi. I recommend reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening: Ghalib's Ghazals by Jagjeet and chitra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114466680390259202?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114466680390259202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114466680390259202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114466680390259202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114466680390259202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovely-morning-session.html' title='Lovely Morning Session'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114348744054618829</id><published>2006-03-27T23:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:24:00.560+04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAWAL</title><content type='html'>I wrote the follwoing Ghazal when i was 19 ..... it is one of my favourites (still i m working on it to modify a lit bit). This is for you guys as it was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saray jazbay dafan kar kay, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;Tujh ko dhoond raha hoon kiyon, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ik lamha kar kay guzar jatee hay zindagee&lt;br /&gt;Khud he jala jata hoon kiyon, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoka, fareb, wafa-o-jafa ka har ik lafz&lt;br /&gt;Maujood hain mohabbat may kiyon, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samandar key pur sukoon lehrain aur kabhee un may shore&lt;br /&gt;Dil may basee hain meray kiyon, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool par shabnam kay qatroon ko dekh kar&lt;br /&gt;Yaad teree aaeee kiyoon, sochta hoon may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil key baat ko dil he may rehnay do amir&lt;br /&gt;Warna kab, kahan, kaisay aur kiyon, sochta hoon may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114348744054618829?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114348744054618829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114348744054618829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114348744054618829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114348744054618829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/03/sawal.html' title='SAWAL'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114345229636580048</id><published>2006-03-27T13:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:38:16.386+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Coordination vs External Coordination</title><content type='html'>Whether it is for an engineering firm, politics, religion or for any other segment of our society / culture, Internal Coordination is much more difficult then the external coordination. You can validate this in any field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a company where almost 300 people are working. They are from different backgrounds, countries, languages, religions, and cultures. My job is mainly in Project Management, so the internal coordination is very much there in order to satisfy the needs of our Client. Sometimes (rather most of the times) Clients are unreasonable while demanding something not included in the Contract, but one doesn’t have any other chance except to fulfill the Clients requirements. What I experience, so far, that whenever you request to have something, the answer starts from ‘No, we don’t have it’. At this point your managerial / negotiations skills come into play. Sometimes I feel that I am begging not requesting as if it is my personal work. Why it is happening, my observations are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. People working at the respectable post are not capable of doing their job properly.&lt;br /&gt;2. They are not professional.&lt;br /&gt;3. They are biased and make decision on the basis of nationality, education, religion, or your current status in the company.&lt;br /&gt;4. It may be the nature of a people belong to a particular area (now it seems I am biased now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise to all of you, especially those who are working in a multicultural working environment, that be a good listener, try to find the common things between yourselves, be humble and friendly, read about the cultures and people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114345229636580048?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114345229636580048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114345229636580048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114345229636580048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114345229636580048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/03/internal-coordination-vs-external.html' title='Internal Coordination vs External Coordination'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114312607494959832</id><published>2006-03-23T18:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:04:13.746+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitara-e-Basalat</title><content type='html'>i watched PTV this morning where Pakistani President Musaraf giving away Sitar-e-Basalt to those who have done something brave during the last year. I was surprised when i noticed that 90% of those guys have done something brave during Sonami, Sri Lanka, and those who have killed some PAkistani guys (goverment call them terrorists - GOD Knows). I havent seen anyone getting the medal due to his srvice in Kashmir during October earthquick ..... isnt it STRANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114312607494959832?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114312607494959832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114312607494959832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114312607494959832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114312607494959832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/03/sitara-e-basalat.html' title='Sitara-e-Basalat'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114067702672612737</id><published>2006-02-23T10:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:43:46.740+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question ....</title><content type='html'>To all my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance to all of you to go back or forward to your life, what would be your choice (which period of your life) and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114067702672612737?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114067702672612737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114067702672612737&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114067702672612737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114067702672612737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/02/question.html' title='A Question ....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-114062315478419873</id><published>2006-02-22T19:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:45:54.800+04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more to go....</title><content type='html'>6 more to achieve a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-114062315478419873?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/114062315478419873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=114062315478419873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114062315478419873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/114062315478419873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/02/6-more-to-go.html' title='6 more to go....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113993537984308571</id><published>2006-02-14T20:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:43:01.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day ----- Sirf tumhary liyay</title><content type='html'>What can i say ... i just dedicate this nazam to one who is actually the subject .... and i hope "YOU" know that its 'YOU":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dil ka har raaz tumhay aaj suan daytain hain&lt;br /&gt;tum pay martay hain chalo aaj bata daytain hain&lt;br /&gt;teray he piyar ko seenay say laga rakha hay&lt;br /&gt;"hum nay duniya say alag gaoon basa rakah hay"&lt;br /&gt;aao kuch tum bhee to koee baat karo&lt;br /&gt;mujh pay martay ho chalo kuch to izhaar karo&lt;br /&gt;kash tum tak meary dil kay yeh armaan pohnchay&lt;br /&gt;aur mujh tak teray iqraa kay samann pohnchay&lt;br /&gt;dil may ho jazba to milnay k bahanay hain bohat&lt;br /&gt;saqi agar tayyar ho to jaam bohat paymanay bohat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above nazam i wrote when i really wanted to say smthg to someone. I share this on this Valentine Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113993537984308571?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113993537984308571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113993537984308571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113993537984308571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113993537984308571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-day-sirf-tumhary-liyay.html' title='Valentine Day ----- Sirf tumhary liyay'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113984848993390476</id><published>2006-02-13T20:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:34:49.986+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo ----- tAg AgAiN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankyou Raheel for giving me this opportunity ...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Jobs I’ve Had in My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Technical support for “AT&amp;T”&lt;br /&gt;Sales for “Best Buy”&lt;br /&gt;Technical Support for “Convergys”&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Dramas I Could Watch Over and Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boota from Toba Take Singh&lt;br /&gt;Tanhayian&lt;br /&gt;Dhoop Kinaaray&lt;br /&gt;Un kahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Karachi&lt;br /&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV Shows I Love To Watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Whose line is this Anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Practice&lt;br /&gt;Views on News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I Have Been On Vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islamabad&lt;br /&gt;Murree&lt;br /&gt;Wah Cantt&lt;br /&gt;Karachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;Blogs&lt;br /&gt;Daily Jang&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Favorite Foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daal Chawal&lt;br /&gt;Shaljam Gosht&lt;br /&gt;Gajar key sabzee&lt;br /&gt;Galawat ka qeema …… (actually all dishes my ammi cooks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;Egypt&lt;br /&gt;….and above all Ghar (I miss a lot yaar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four People I Tag Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113984848993390476?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113984848993390476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113984848993390476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113984848993390476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113984848993390476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/02/hullo-tag-again.html' title='Hullo ----- tAg AgAiN'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113838260745697270</id><published>2006-01-27T21:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:23:27.473+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Phase .........</title><content type='html'>I think I am passing through the very rough time these days. Nothing seems good, feel very frustrated, loneliness, bored, tensed, etc. Pray for me guys, I really need’em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113838260745697270?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113838260745697270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113838260745697270&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113838260745697270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113838260745697270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/01/tough-phase.html' title='Tough Phase .........'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113699492632389304</id><published>2006-01-11T19:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:55:26.336+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Break</title><content type='html'>I'm currently on leave, actually I'm at the coziest place I can be - home! Yes, I'm celebrating Eid with my family in Karachi, so expect me to be back up and blogging by Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes! Eid Mubarak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113699492632389304?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113699492632389304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113699492632389304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113699492632389304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113699492632389304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-break.html' title='Short Break'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113612746797257496</id><published>2006-01-01T18:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:57:47.986+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Karachi</title><content type='html'>Yad-e-Mazi kay takhyyul say nikhartay hain naqush&lt;br /&gt;Raakh k dher say anmol khazanay niklay ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the following photos of my city 'Karachi'. Karachities can compare these photos with the present conditons of these buildings and they can feel sorry, sad, sad, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohree Bazar - Karachi 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/Bohree%20Bazaar%20-%201930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/Bohree%20Bazaar%20-%201930.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ College - 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/DJ%20-%201930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/DJ%20-%201930.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empress Market - 1889&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/Empress%20Market%20-%201889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/Empress%20Market%20-%201889.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karachi Port Trust - 1918&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/Karachi%20Port%20Trust%20-%201918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/Karachi%20Port%20Trust%20-%201918.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karachi Airport - 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/Karachi%20Airport%20-%201930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/Karachi%20Airport%20-%201930.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;All photos were taken by someone. The purpose to post all of the above photos is just to share the knowledge about our past and to inform authorities (if they can listen) that these buildings are our national heritage. do something before we lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113612746797257496?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113612746797257496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113612746797257496&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113612746797257496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113612746797257496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-karachi.html' title='The Old Karachi'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113605446667349824</id><published>2005-12-31T22:34:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:53:37.773+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaisa Sila Diya tu nay piyar ka .....</title><content type='html'>GH ....... Kaisa sial diya tum nay meray piyar ka ……yaar nay he kar diya TAG yaar ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous habits... I really never think of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed... Nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue... Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time... I can lift only my left eyebrow, the only problem when I do so I have my right eye closed&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you blow spit bubbles...Yuck&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you cross your eyes...Yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tattoos... Its nothing but the bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Piercings... Never Ever.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you make your bed daily... I sleep on ground so I have to fold my bed sheet and blanket daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOTHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which shoe goes on first?... Right one, always.&lt;br /&gt;11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone... I really don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;12. On the average, how much money do you carry... My most ‘kachra’ habit is that I never know how much money I carry.&lt;br /&gt;13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7... none&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite piece of clothing... my very old t-shirt, nothing left in that though (I mean almost phat chukee hay ya yun kahoon k kahee kaheen kapra bhee nazar aa jata hay warna to sirf badan he jhankta hay). waisay qameez pajama (special cut ----- my own style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it... Cut it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever eaten Spam...Not Applicable&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you use extra salt on your food... define extra.&lt;br /&gt;18. How many cereals in your cabinet... One.&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favorite beverage...Plain Water.&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your favorite fast food restaurant/chain...SubWay and Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you cook... Oh yeah … I m a very good cook (not like Raheel who can make only chocolate cake eh!!!! Lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROOMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you brush your teeth... twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;23. Hair drying method... Towel.&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair...Yes.MANNERS&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you ever swear... Very very rare.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever spit... I simple hate people spitting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Animal... Dog (agar bohat motee chain say bandha hua ho to)&lt;br /&gt;28. Food... whatever amma cooks.&lt;br /&gt;29. Month... Depend where u live.&lt;br /&gt;30. Day... Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;31. Cartoon... Tom &amp; Jerry (No comparison).&lt;br /&gt;32. Shoe brand... Duchini (Formal), Nike (Sports)&lt;br /&gt;33. Subject in school...Yad-e-Mazi azaab hay yarab.&lt;br /&gt;34. Color... Black and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;35. Sport... Ice Hockey, Cricket, and Badminton&lt;br /&gt;36. TV shows... Manto dram series these days. All time favorite “Tanhayian”. I luv Pakistani dramas.&lt;br /&gt;37. Thing to do in the spring... I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;38. Thing to do in the summer...sssssshhhhh ….planning to visit some hot places eh!&lt;br /&gt;39. Thing to do in the fall... us say miloo ga k jis say bichray huay muddat guzree&lt;br /&gt;40. Thing to do in winter... I luv this mausam ….. for me it’s a poetry time. I wrote my most of poems during this season. I guess I m very romantic during winter.&lt;br /&gt;41. In the CD player... Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;42. Person you talk most on the phone with... koee khas nahee (who shehar may tha to us k liyay aron say bhee milna parta tha; ab asiay waisy logon k may naaz uthaoon kis k liyay).&lt;br /&gt;43. Reading... Hasil Ghat by Banu Qudsiay and a regular reader of Blogs!!&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows/mirrors... no.&lt;br /&gt;45. What color is your bedroom...Off-White scheme&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you use an alarm clock... No. I use my cell phone for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;47. Window seat or isle... Window.DUMB&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your sleeping position....right side&lt;br /&gt;49. In hot weather do you use a blanket... No&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you snore...No&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleepwalk...No&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you talk in your sleep...No.&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals... No (can I elaborate?) lolz&lt;br /&gt;54. How about with the light on...No.&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall asleep with the tv or radio on... Not really.&lt;br /&gt;56. Last interesting person you met... cant recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113605446667349824?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113605446667349824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113605446667349824&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113605446667349824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113605446667349824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/kaisa-sila-diya-tu-nay-piyar-ka.html' title='Kaisa Sila Diya tu nay piyar ka .....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113587195851470127</id><published>2005-12-29T19:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:59:18.530+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An impressive farewell party ( i call it retirement ceremony) of one of our collegues held in our office. He has been working with the company for the last 30 years. I was thinking how a man can work in a same company for that long? i still dont know how a private company can hold an employee for that long too. Anyways, all of us contributed smthg for the gift, then company gave him a good prize money other than his dues. Our managing director addressed to the party. His address seems little nostelgic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113587195851470127?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113587195851470127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113587195851470127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113587195851470127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113587195851470127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113562425413221301</id><published>2005-12-26T23:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:21:20.306+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiyon ki .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/Brown%20Eyed%20Angel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/Brown%20Eyed%20Angel.0.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kitna maasoom hoon mainnnnn teree mohabbat key tarah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113562425413221301?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113562425413221301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113562425413221301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113562425413221301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113562425413221301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/kiyon-ki.html' title='Kiyon ki .......'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113548780863914933</id><published>2005-12-25T09:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:16:48.653+04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG AGAIN !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>One more tag by Raheel …… (I really dont want to go to jail at this time ..otherwise u know what i mean? ..... mat pooch k ham zabt key kis rah say guzray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme first tell u wat is this tagy thing all about …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me T.A.G.  = Tapana Aur Ghumana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are the answers (khoon k ghoont pee kay lolz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I want to do in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1) be with my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;2) travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;3) publish my poetry book&lt;br /&gt;4) to start a very good standard school for poors and InshAllah I will do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;5) to be a Prime Minister (I know I can’t but its my wish)&lt;br /&gt;6) to participate in a off-roading competions,a t least once.&lt;br /&gt;7) want to play ice hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1) I can listen to pakistani pop music for hours.&lt;br /&gt;2) I can convince people and solve the problems.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can watch madhuri dixit movies.&lt;br /&gt;4) I can watch pakistani drams for hours.&lt;br /&gt;5) I can stay whole night at sea shore in chandni raat with light classical music.&lt;br /&gt;6) I can eat whatever is available (this is because I have been out of the country and no one is here jo meray nakhray utha ay)&lt;br /&gt;7) I can listen to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1) I cant listen Presidnet Mushraf’s and Bush’s phekam phekee speaches.&lt;br /&gt;2) I cant listen to Ata Ullah Khan Eesa Khailwee &lt;br /&gt;3) I cant watch Pakistani and Indian (madhuri is expception) movies&lt;br /&gt;4) I cant c people dying&lt;br /&gt;5) I cant ignore people.&lt;br /&gt;6) I cant dance&lt;br /&gt;7) I cant take loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1) Khalas&lt;br /&gt;2) maafi mushkil&lt;br /&gt;3) No (People usually don’t understand that it is comlete sentence …isnt it?)&lt;br /&gt;4) eh!&lt;br /&gt;5) InshAllah&lt;br /&gt;6) well …..&lt;br /&gt;7) Isnt it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1) eyes&lt;br /&gt;2) hairs (I love long hiars)&lt;br /&gt;3) good smile&lt;br /&gt;4) dressing &lt;br /&gt;5) culture.&lt;br /&gt;6) confidence&lt;br /&gt;7) infact every thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts, Madhuri, Marina Khan, Shahnaz Sheikh, Sania Saeed, Salma Hayek, and above all Atiqa Odho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113548780863914933?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113548780863914933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113548780863914933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113548780863914933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113548780863914933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/tag-again.html' title='TAG AGAIN !!!!!!'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113524356761548210</id><published>2005-12-22T13:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:26:07.626+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Love .....</title><content type='html'>The following short nazam i wrote in a very cold, dark night .... all around was snow, chilled wind, and i was home alone ....far from my family and friends ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jab Aankhon ka kajal bah ja ay&lt;br /&gt;aur dil ko chen sa aa ja ay&lt;br /&gt;us rose mujhay khat likh dayna&lt;br /&gt;may us khat k badlay may tum ko&lt;br /&gt;apnee sansain bhejoon ga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....listening to sajjad ali ..... koi nahee ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113524356761548210?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113524356761548210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113524356761548210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113524356761548210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113524356761548210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/extreme-love.html' title='Extreme Love .....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113509650467460221</id><published>2005-12-20T20:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:41:17.936+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aanso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4160/1512/320/untitled.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;aankho may itnay aanso thay k sab kuch dhundla sa gaya hay &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113509650467460221?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113509650467460221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113509650467460221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113509650467460221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113509650467460221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/aanso.html' title='Aanso'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113501595160322421</id><published>2005-12-19T22:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:12:31.603+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>how can i include a pic in my post? can someone help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113501595160322421?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113501595160322421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113501595160322421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113501595160322421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113501595160322421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113481655968999250</id><published>2005-12-17T14:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:49:19.703+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel that why we are here in this world? What are the reasons? What are our responsibilities? Knowing the that we are helpless without HIS help and cant do anything without HIS willingness and we have in no position whatsoever to decide anything about our future but still we plan …. and plan ….and plan, and the interesting thing that we put all our possible efforts to execute it so that we can achieve our goals. The goals, that may have no real meaning, a sense and for that matter no real logic and may end-up with no real change in life. It can be a very long post but as much as I start thinking of such topic, I become confused. So I leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113481655968999250?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113481655968999250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113481655968999250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113481655968999250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113481655968999250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113458872765484806</id><published>2005-12-14T23:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:32:07.670+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have your Say...</title><content type='html'>Daily Jung quotes today "USA accepted that there was so many atrocities in Iraq Prison with Iraqi prisoners".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113458872765484806?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113458872765484806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113458872765484806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113458872765484806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113458872765484806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-your-say.html' title='Have your Say...'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113389584856145074</id><published>2005-12-06T23:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:08:29.486+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek Ehsaas from yadash bakher</title><content type='html'>the following is not my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;taza kalam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chooreon key khank, rangon key dhanak&lt;br /&gt;Mausamo key kasak, aur dilon key humuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuharee yaad aatee hay to taray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhain bhar bhar aateen hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khushboon key mehak, chandnee key chamak&lt;br /&gt;Waqt key aik palak, khuwahishon key lalak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuharee yaad aatee hay to taray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhain bhar bhar aateen hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo rang kaasnee, wo raat chandnee&lt;br /&gt;Wo subh shabnamee, wo sehar damnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuharee yaad aatee hay to taray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhain bhar bhar aateen hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo kalyon ka muskarana, wo tera khilkhilana&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat ka fasana, khushboon ka tarana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuharee yaad aatee hay to taray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhain bhar bhar aateen hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulab key kalee, barsaat key jharee&lt;br /&gt;Baylay key laree, ajab bay kale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuharee yaad aatee hay to taray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhain bhar bhar aateen hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113389584856145074?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113389584856145074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113389584856145074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113389584856145074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113389584856145074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/ek-ehsaas-from-yadash-bakher.html' title='Ek Ehsaas from yadash bakher'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113355156548883136</id><published>2005-12-02T23:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:26:05.506+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Become Canadian Citizen</title><content type='html'>I took oath today to become Canadian Citizen. The Ceremony was too impressive and clorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113355156548883136?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113355156548883136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113355156548883136&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113355156548883136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113355156548883136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/become-canadian-citizen.html' title='Become Canadian Citizen'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113345074816197658</id><published>2005-12-01T19:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:25:48.176+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooain Ooain Oain</title><content type='html'>GH tagged me (kaisa sila diya tu nay meray piyar ka….).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P . E . R . S . O . N . A . L . S .&lt;br /&gt;-Name/initials: Amir/A&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday: 17th June sometimes in 1900’s (ab to kuch aisa lagta hay sara jag mujh say chota hay, aankhain bhee meree bojhal bojhal shanu par bhee kuch rakha hay).&lt;br /&gt;-Siblings: Four.&lt;br /&gt;-Height: 6’ 0’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. A . S . H . I . O . N . S . T . U . F . F .&lt;br /&gt;-Where is your favorite place to shop: Tariq Road, Karachi – Splash, Abu Dhabi, and West Edmonton Mall, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S . P . E . C . I . F . I . C . S .&lt;br /&gt;-What are you most scared of?: While thinking about any kind of disability&lt;br /&gt;-What would you change about yourself?: my friends answer this question much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . A . V . O . R . I . T . E . S .&lt;br /&gt;-Color: depends on the complexion and gender. I personally like Black and Dark Blue.&lt;br /&gt;-Food: Any thing that is not cooked by me.&lt;br /&gt;-subjects in school: yaad-e-maazi azab hay ya-rab.&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbies: reading books, traveling, meeting people of other cultures and languages, poetry, and music.&lt;br /&gt;-Have you Ever Smoked?: No, it is strange coz all my friends smoke and even when I asked to give me one, they always refused by saying something which I cant post on the net.&lt;br /&gt;-bungee jumped?: Nops … but I would like to go for it!&lt;br /&gt;-been in love?: yeah (thanx that u didn’t ask “how many times eh?”).&lt;br /&gt;-Ever made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Yes, whenever I m in trouble I always pray to Allah, and He always helped me to get out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;-cried when someone died?: Yeah --- I feel sorry to those who couldn’t cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C . U . R . R . E . N . T .&lt;br /&gt;-music: Cheti cheti by sajjad ali&lt;br /&gt;-desktop picture: Haram-e-Kaab’a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/949/557/1600/my%20desktop..1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-book you're reading: Aab-e-gum (3rd time, I luv reading this book).&lt;br /&gt;-in cd player: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-in DVD player: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A . R . E . Y . O . U .&lt;br /&gt;-insecure: Thanks to ALLAH, I am not insecure.&lt;br /&gt;-moody: yeah …but not stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-hard working: I think Yes&lt;br /&gt;-organized: I think Yes.-shy: about what?&lt;br /&gt;-difficult: no&lt;br /&gt;-messy: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-obsessed: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R . A . N . D . O . M .&lt;br /&gt;-In the morning I am: Almost Fresh!!! I am gradually saying goodbye to my Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;-I dream about: o bhai, “aankhain khulee to jaag uthain gee hasratain tamam”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . I . N . A . L . Q . U . E . S . T . I . O . N . S .&lt;br /&gt;-what was the last film you saw at the movies? The Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;-what did you have for breakfast this morning?: Egg Bread and Chai.&lt;br /&gt;-could you live without your computer?: hard to imagine life without computer these days.&lt;br /&gt;-Gold or Silver: why not diamond?&lt;br /&gt;-would you color your hair?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113345074816197658?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113345074816197658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113345074816197658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113345074816197658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113345074816197658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooain-ooain-oain.html' title='Ooain Ooain Oain'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113330115625228825</id><published>2005-11-30T01:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:52:36.276+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Canada</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, I reached (after almost spending 10 months in UAE) to Canada safely The journey was almost 30 hours (including stop over). Weather is -13 degrees with snow falling.  I will post new mail soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113330115625228825?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113330115625228825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113330115625228825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113330115625228825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113330115625228825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-canada.html' title='Back to Canada'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113233632413121689</id><published>2005-11-18T21:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:52:04.143+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil nahee chah raha .....</title><content type='html'>these days i m very lazy ... kuch likhnay ko dil nahee chah raha ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ab to aankho ko bhatee nahee surat koee&lt;br /&gt;ghor say may nay tujhay kaash na dekha hota"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113233632413121689?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113233632413121689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113233632413121689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113233632413121689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113233632413121689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/11/dil-nahee-chah-raha.html' title='Dil nahee chah raha .....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113177193392661591</id><published>2005-11-12T09:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:05:33.940+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of a Brain....The Interesting finding</title><content type='html'>I recently attended a course ‘Inner Universe’ &amp; ‘how to train your brain’ and found the interesting research findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not you can read the follwoing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113177193392661591?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113177193392661591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113177193392661591&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113177193392661591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113177193392661591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/11/magic-of-brainthe-interesting-finding.html' title='The Magic of a Brain....The Interesting finding'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113144040728549324</id><published>2005-11-08T12:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:00:07.300+04:00</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK</title><content type='html'>I went to Karachi for 5 days during Eid holidays. It was a surprise visit. I knock the door, my youngest brother came to open the door, he saw me and then he hugged me so hard k meree paslioon nay panne jagah chor dee, zaban bahar aa gaee, dil uchal kar halaq may aa gaya aur may nay tauba kar lee k aainda surprise nahee doon ga (atleast bhai ko to bata he doon ga ---lolz)). Then I heard only ‘shore’ all around me. My borthers, sister, bhabhees, nephews, and my father, they all hugged me. Only my mother started crying (happy tears) as she was missing me a lot and she wanted me there on Eid day. We (after a very long time) all were togather on Eid day. My youngest brother cancelled his party with his friends (a.k.a lafanga group),and by doing this he gave a 'BIG' surpise too (lolz). Anyway I enjoyed a lot. I hope u guys had a wonderful Eid too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113144040728549324?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113144040728549324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113144040728549324&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113144040728549324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113144040728549324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='EID MUBARAK'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113086140176198945</id><published>2005-11-01T20:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:10:01.793+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge or ????</title><content type='html'>Raheel tagged me  and taking a revenge, I don’t know why? (lol).&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : If u don’t like my answers it’s the problem with u not with my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Winter (I m luvin it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Sport:&lt;/strong&gt; Hockey (Ice Hockey), Badminton, and Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Time:&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever I get chance to spend time with my family in Karachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Month:&lt;/strong&gt; Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Actor :&lt;/strong&gt; Tom Hanks, Humayun Saeed (The reason of listing his name is that people say he looks like me), and Kevin Spacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Actress:&lt;/strong&gt; (I have a very long list – starting from the past) Madhubala, Madhuri Dixit, Kajol, Samina Pirzada, Atiqa Odho, Marina Khan, Julia Roberts, Salma Hayek (u know y I ‘rate’ her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Ice Cream:&lt;/strong&gt; Gola Ganda and Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; Arhar key daal chawal, pulao, and, Chicken Manchurian with ginger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Water and Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Place:&lt;/strong&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Currents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Feeling:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current O/S:&lt;/strong&gt; Windows XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Windows Open:&lt;/strong&gt; Microsoft Word, Mozilla firefox,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Drink:&lt;/strong&gt; Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 7:40 PM (when I finish this long list, It wud be 7:40 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mobile(s) Used :&lt;/strong&gt; i-Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Show on TV:&lt;/strong&gt; F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (On One TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Thought:&lt;/strong&gt; How to spend EID alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Cloths:&lt;/strong&gt; Pajamas and my all time favorite T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;First Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; I really don’t know , I guess my only nick is Aamanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Crush&lt;/strong&gt;: So many yaar, but I guess it was Shahnaz Sheikh in Tanhayyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Computer:&lt;/strong&gt; 386&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Vehicle I drove:&lt;/strong&gt; Suzuki Mehran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Job:&lt;/strong&gt; Tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Ghost (I like that movie with a very famous song “unchanged melody”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Pet&lt;/strong&gt;: Not Applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Shave:&lt;/strong&gt; Be specific yaar (wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Lasts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Chai&lt;/strong&gt;: 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Movie&lt;/strong&gt;: 50 first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Time I Drove:&lt;/strong&gt; An hour ago (went out for Eid shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Time Shaved:&lt;/strong&gt; What type of a question is this? Do u want this to be published?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Web Site Visited:&lt;/strong&gt; Absar's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Software Installed:&lt;/strong&gt; WaterCAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Pill I Had:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Have You Evers:&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law&lt;/strong&gt;: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk:&lt;/strong&gt; No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Climbed a Tree:&lt;/strong&gt; I can hear the scream of a tree even when I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart:&lt;/strong&gt; As far as I know, NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeh kia hua (By Shria Ghoshal…I luv this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things on Your Computer Table&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s a mess now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things on Your Bed:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! Where is my bed? My whole room is completely mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things You Ate Today&lt;/strong&gt;: Dates, Samosa, and Haleem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things in Mind&lt;/strong&gt;: So many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;    * Office&lt;br /&gt;    * Splash and Giordano&lt;br /&gt;    * My bed room cum TV lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 People You Can Tell Anything To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me, Me, and Me (baat niklay gee to phir dur talak ja ay gee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Choices:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;strong&gt; Black or White:&lt;/strong&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;strong&gt;Hot or Cold:&lt;/strong&gt; Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for Jannah without any exam or questions………direct to Jannat … InshAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Raheel! Whose Idea was this btw”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113086140176198945?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113086140176198945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113086140176198945&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113086140176198945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113086140176198945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/11/revenge-or.html' title='Revenge or ????'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-113069740272957038</id><published>2005-10-30T22:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:36:42.740+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last ‘Ashra’ of Ramada is about to finish …..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ramadan is about to finish and I don’t know how many of us will have Ramadan next year. Lets pray in the last few days of this Ramadan. May Allah accept our all prayers we have done during this holy month according to His rehma’ not as per our efforts. YA Allah Ham sab k chotay baray, zaheree batanee, chup k kia huay ya samany kia huay gunahon ko maaf farma dee jeeay. Ay meray Rab ham bohat kamzor hain sirf teree rehmat k talabgaar hain aur tujhee say mangtay hain, ya meray Maalik ham sab ko apnay Habeeb (S.A.W.) k sadqay say maa’af fama dee jeeay. Ya raheem-o-karrem meray ham sab ko har tarah key takleefoon say buraeeon say majbooreeon say gunahon say aafaat say aur haadsaat say bachaaeeay….Aammen, Summa Ammeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my any my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-113069740272957038?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/113069740272957038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=113069740272957038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113069740272957038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/113069740272957038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-ashra-of-ramada-is-about-to.html' title='Last ‘Ashra’ of Ramada is about to finish …..'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112999152904087754</id><published>2005-10-22T18:28:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:40:09.890+04:00</updated><title type='text'>’May chota sa aik bacha hoon’</title><content type='html'>(This is my latest &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Nazam'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dedicated to all Kashmiri children suffered due to earthquake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh aaj achanak kia hua&lt;br /&gt;Har nazara kiyon badal gaya&lt;br /&gt;Har sahara kiyon bichar gaya&lt;br /&gt;Who aik lamha aisa tha k sab kuch he to bikhar gaya&lt;br /&gt;Aur who aik lamha bas meree aankho may he thehar gaya&lt;br /&gt;May kaisay khauf say bhaga tha&lt;br /&gt;May dora tha k apnee ammi key banhoon may,&lt;br /&gt;Gaud may simat jaoon&lt;br /&gt;Aur har khauf say, dukh say aur dard say nikal jaoon&lt;br /&gt;Par ghar aaya to, na dar tha na deewar thee&lt;br /&gt;Na us may rehnay wala koee makeen tha baqi&lt;br /&gt;Haan bas hasrat-o-yaas-o-udaasee thee baqi&lt;br /&gt;May khauf k maray dubka khara tha aur&lt;br /&gt;hairat ka putla bana malbay may apnee ammi ko talashta tha&lt;br /&gt;aur cheekh cheekh k pukar raha tha&lt;br /&gt;ammi jaan, ab jaan kahoon ya bay jaan kahoon?&lt;br /&gt;ammi jaan kia aap malbay k ander hain?&lt;br /&gt;Ammi mujh ko daant he do&lt;br /&gt;Par mujh ko tum awaz to do&lt;br /&gt;Dekho mujh ko dar lagta hay&lt;br /&gt;Ay kaash k yeh sab khawab sa ho&lt;br /&gt;Aankh kholoon to, gaud ho, banhain ho, aur aapkee key piyaree batain ho&lt;br /&gt;Par aisa kuch bhee ho na saka &lt;br /&gt;Ab apnay nannay hathon say malbay ko hatana hay&lt;br /&gt;Aur apnee ammi jaan ko shayad khud say he uthana hay&lt;br /&gt;Aur phir apnay he haathon say unko matti may chupana hay&lt;br /&gt;Dekho piyaree ammi jaan&lt;br /&gt;“may chota sa aik baccha hoon&lt;br /&gt;Aur kaam kar raha hoon baray baray”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to ur mother and hug her and tell her that u love her. (u cant find the word descibing Ma ...isnt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112999152904087754?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112999152904087754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112999152904087754&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112999152904087754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112999152904087754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/may-chota-sa-aik-bacha-hoon.html' title='’May chota sa aik bacha hoon’'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112905754326469435</id><published>2005-10-11T23:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:05:43.273+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shocking Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s a shame that these bullshit guys (dukandaar or thelay walay) have increased the prices of Kafan, fruits, dry fuits, blanket, etc. I think government shall take a firm and strong step against those who are responsible and punish them in public so that others can learn some lessons. Its Shame, humiliation, embarrassment, disgrace, its bay-gharatee, its kameena pan (sorry for the language). These guys are earning money on dead bodies and on the people who need help. To me it’s a shocking and that really makes me, as a Pakistani, feel guilty. Till yesterday I was feeling proud because everyone was talking about that even after that kind of a big disaster the rest of the Pakistanis came together for help and have shown their national and religious sprit to the whole world, but what happened then, where we lost and why we lost the right way, I don’t know, but to me  ---- its shameful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hain kawakib kuch nazar aatay hain kuch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah give them and us Hidayat and taufeeq to serve His people – Aameen, Summa Aameen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112905754326469435?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112905754326469435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112905754326469435&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112905754326469435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112905754326469435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/shocking-act.html' title='A Shocking Act'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112893917418966863</id><published>2005-10-10T14:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:12:54.196+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muntazir Aankhain ……</title><content type='html'>Muntazir Aankhain ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bay Kafan Lashain aur Zinda Dargore Insaan Muntazir hain …. hamaray.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was watching ARY digital where Sonya Khan appealed to the public for KAFAN. I cannot express my feelings in words when I heard that appeal. I visualize the dead bodies with their eyes open waiting for us to come or to send some Kafan and cover them so that they can be buried. I heard the voice of a kid crying and saying ‘do gaz kapray ka sawal hay – allah k naam pay aik kafan dilwa do takay may apnee Maa ko ya apnay baap ko ya apnee behan ko ya apnay bhaee ko dafna sakoon’. Can anyone of us imagine that our loved ones cannot be buried because of the unavailability of Kafan. Imagine what they need, only ‘do gaz latha for do gaz zameen’. Its definitely a lamha-e-fikria to all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people seeing their relatives in rubble, wreckage, debris, etc but helpless to help them. People looking for their relatives but some of them find none.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please do something, whatever you can do within your capacity, for those who are still alive and need financial and moral support. Show them that we are, at this time of crisis, with them and we will help them build their lives again. Don’t we? Guys, this is our Farz and the victims’ right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah shower His blessings and Rehmaa to all of us and protect us with all calamities–Aameen, summa Aameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112893917418966863?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112893917418966863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112893917418966863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112893917418966863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112893917418966863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/muntazir-aankhain.html' title='Muntazir Aankhain ……'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112877013728083003</id><published>2005-10-08T15:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:20:26.730+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Sorry</title><content type='html'>It’s shocking news about the earthquake in Pakistan. It’s a force majeure and no one can do anyhing. I don’t know yet how many have lost their lives and how many have lost their belongings. I feel sorry and pay my condolences to all those who lost their loved ones. May Allah give them a place in Jannat-ul-Firdaus - aameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request to all of you to pray for them and do whatever you can do - monetarily, physically, or morally, its our obligation and their right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets dua for them ... Ah meray Allah un tamam logon ko apnee rehmato say aala say aala darja naseeb farma, aur un k lawahayqeen ko sabre jameel ata farma, ay meray rab jin logon ka malee nuqsaan hua hay un ko un say zayada (halal) tareeqay say naseeb farma, logon key jano maal aur izzat key hifazat famra, tamam logon ko har tarah key beemarion, majboorion, haadsaat, aur ghunahoon say bacha ... aameen, summa aameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112877013728083003?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112877013728083003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112877013728083003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112877013728083003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112877013728083003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-sorry.html' title='I Feel Sorry'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112874919097036573</id><published>2005-10-08T09:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:26:30.976+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeo jee bhar kay.....</title><content type='html'>Today is the 5th Ramadan here and I am alone here. I take ready-made food (bun and a glass of milk or sometime khubus (roti) with fry egg) at Sehri and iftari I go to my friend’s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, kitnay haseen din thay k jab kuch nahee karma parta tha …. Only go to school or college or university (woh bhee agar dil chahay to) baqi sirf cricket tournaments, frees bee, cards, friends gathering, pangwaqta namaz, chand raat to chaand raat darhee (beard), etc. Here, nothing, no one has time, everyone is busy with the job thing, paisa bananay key machine or ATM machine, etc. I may be missing these days after sometime when I will be into some other thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of the above is to enjoy every moment of your life …kia pata yeh lamhay kal ho na ho. What you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112874919097036573?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112874919097036573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112874919097036573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112874919097036573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112874919097036573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/jeo-jee-bhar-kay.html' title='Jeo jee bhar kay.....'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112841666304163069</id><published>2005-10-04T13:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:10:57.020+04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMADAN KAREEM (MUBARAK)</title><content type='html'>"O you who believe! Fasting is prescribed to you as it was prescribed to those before  you, that you many learn piety and rightousness" - Al Baqarah, 2:183&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we have first Roza (fast)here. May Allah accept our duas and prayers. Remember me and my family in your duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112841666304163069?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112841666304163069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112841666304163069&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112841666304163069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112841666304163069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramadan-kareem-mubarak.html' title='RAMADAN KAREEM (MUBARAK)'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112782670707523199</id><published>2005-09-27T17:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:11:47.080+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Questions that require answers for our own improvement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you feel alone at times? &lt;br /&gt;What you do when you feel loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;How can come out with the stress?&lt;br /&gt;Why you always feel pain when someone you love is in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really sacrifice for others? If yes, why ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love based on conditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112782670707523199?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112782670707523199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112782670707523199&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112782670707523199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112782670707523199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112763432535450771</id><published>2005-09-25T11:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T11:56:08.563+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of Act is this?</title><content type='html'>A 38-year-old man killed his wife, four kids, and himself.....why? only GOD knows. This unfortunate event happened in Sharjah, as Gulf News reported.(http://www.gulfnews.com/Articles/RegionNF.asp?ArticleID=183537) &lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason may be, I can’t figure it out that why people do this and a million dollar question is how one can kill someone? Can we justify these kind of unfortunate events? I think No. Whatever the reason may be, how frustrated u r, what type of situation u r in these acts are nothing but brutal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112763432535450771?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112763432535450771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112763432535450771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112763432535450771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112763432535450771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-type-of-act-is-this.html' title='What type of Act is this?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112722303101453553</id><published>2005-09-20T17:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:33:47.276+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose loss is this anyways?</title><content type='html'>I always feel sorry to those who are outside Pakistan studying or working in general and without the family in particular. Ultimately they are the only ones who are in loss, loss of love, loss of affection, loss of friends, loss of touch, loss of feelings, loss of worries, loss of happiness, loss of go-gappas, loss of lassi, loss of nihari, and u just name. Once I said in my poem ‘Diyar-e-Gher’ i.e.: &lt;br /&gt; Apnee saree yadon ko bas dil may qed kar rakha hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warna mera us ghar may ab - baqi kia rakha hay………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera wajood ab us ghar may bas aik dibbay may rakha hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur who dibba to baras hoain hain do-chattee may rahay hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all agree with the above …isn’t it? You feel disconnected even in this modern age …isn’t it strange?. Whenever u go on vacations spending quality time with your family, u treated like a guest….all ur relatives &amp; friends come to c u and start talking in broken language  considering like u forget ur own language, culture, customs, etc. Your friend requested u to do smthg for them so that they can also go out from Pakistan and if u start convincing them not to go outside until if it is really required than the common answer is “ yaar agar kuch nahee kar saktay ho to bahanay kiyon kar rahay ho”, and u have left with no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112722303101453553?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112722303101453553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112722303101453553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112722303101453553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112722303101453553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/whose-loss-is-this-anyways.html' title='Whose loss is this anyways?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112710705483246338</id><published>2005-09-19T09:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:17:34.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep in touch with Friends</title><content type='html'>One of my friends sent me this and i m moved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner I have a friend&lt;br /&gt;In this great city that has no end&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by, and the weeks rush on&lt;br /&gt;And before I know it, a year has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friends face again&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race&lt;br /&gt;He knows I like him just as well&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell&lt;br /&gt;And he rang mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were younger then,&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy tired men&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I say I will call on Jim&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I am thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes and&lt;br /&gt;Distance between us grows and grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around a corner yet miles away&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a telegram Sir, “Jim died today”&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what we get and deserve in the end&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner a vanished friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112710705483246338?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112710705483246338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112710705483246338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112710705483246338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112710705483246338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/keep-in-touch-with-friends.html' title='Keep in touch with Friends'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112702263663729935</id><published>2005-09-18T09:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:50:36.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed PMP Certification Exam</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, by the Grace of GOD, prayers of my parents, bros. &amp; sis, and the wishes of my friends, I passed my Project Management Professional (PMP) Certification Exam. PMP Certification is organized by project management institute (www.pmi.org) and ranks no. 10 among all certification in the world. This is the only non-IT certification in the list.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this certification, along with my education and experience, will boost my professional career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112702263663729935?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112702263663729935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112702263663729935&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112702263663729935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112702263663729935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/passed-pmp-certification-exam.html' title='Passed PMP Certification Exam'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112672322320959029</id><published>2005-09-14T22:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:48:49.903+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiences at the Airports</title><content type='html'>I have been so lucky that I traveled few countries and got the chance to know the people of different cultures, languages, and customs. I have few experiences at different Airports which I will post in the following days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Qist No. 1 – Negotiations Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quid-e-Azam International Airport - Karachi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the custom counter where the officers negotiate with another passenger and u know what I mean right? The dialogues between them as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passenger&lt;/em&gt;: No, I cant pay Rs. 2000 as I don’t have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer&lt;/em&gt;: I am sorry, I cant help u out as I promise myself that I will not accept anything below 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passenger&lt;/em&gt;: Sir, believe me, I really don’t have 2000 Rs. I have only 1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer&lt;/em&gt;: Aray Yaar, I said u its against my principal.&lt;br /&gt;==== the negotiations continues, and at last there was another officer join the negotiation and his role was a mediator, now can u imagine how he mediated ======== U cant …right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mediator&lt;/em&gt;: Aray meray bhai, if he (officer) cant accept 1500 than pay 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passenger&lt;/em&gt;: Repeats the same above said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mediator&lt;/em&gt;: aik to yaar tum log tang bohat kartay ho and he takes the 500 Rs from his wallet and handed over to the customer and said include ur 1500 so that it will be 2000 and give it to the Officer…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passenger&lt;/em&gt;: (did wat he was asked to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all live happily ever after …… this is wat negotiation all about. Everything was so quick and easy that hardly takes 5 minutes and the customer was thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Qist No. 2 – Communication Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dhaka International Airport – Dhaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dhaka to set up the office of my employer. While coming back to Karachi, I was at the lounge of Dhaka Airport then a guy came to me and ask me ‘smthg’ in Bangla. I replied that I don’t know Bangla. He kept quite for a minute and turned to me and said “Yoooouuuu made in Pakistan” and I replied ‘Yes’. This is wat communication is all about. Just to pass the message thru verbal communication and if not than use non-verbal communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Qists to follow ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112672322320959029?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112672322320959029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112672322320959029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112672322320959029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112672322320959029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/experiences-at-airports.html' title='Experiences at the Airports'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112660406656924829</id><published>2005-09-13T13:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:19:37.613+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot kay bud-dho ghar ko aaya……</title><content type='html'>I spent 5 days in Karachi and it was too hectic. In five days I have seen almost all colors of Karachi i.e raining and its after effects, dust along with smoke from vehicles, traffic jams with horn all around you, behavior of the people – everyone was in a hurry and take his car or m/bike or any other vehicle first without considering the rights of others, Paan key peek from the passenger in the bus on to the roof of the car or on the Shalwar of the motorcyclist, breaking the red light signal and feeling proud like it was great and biggest achievement, Police in the dark ---- verrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy far from the light and traffic jams and waiting &amp; looking for youngsters so that they can earn something from them for their young ones , proven capabilities of doing nothing at the time of crisis by KESC, thakay huay log, bujhay huay school k bachchay, traffic signals may professional bheek managay waloon ka hat dharmee, masoom bachchay jo under training hain and about to become the professional bagger, rangers k mushtanday, Eidhi k sard khany may rakhee hoee lasahin aur un ko lay janay woalon key qatarain, phulee sansain aur tutee umeedain aur tutee hoee sarkian, broken hearts and broken dreams, fear of everything and from everyone, lal qila may khanay walon ka long que spending tons of money inside the hotel but deny to give even a single penny to those who were standing outside and bagging for some food, showing that they are not deaf but ignoring them,  stress, strain, etc, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pain when I c the hypocrisy in the behavior of our society but apart from all of the above I still luv Karachi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112660406656924829?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112660406656924829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112660406656924829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112660406656924829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112660406656924829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/lot-kay-bud-dho-ghar-ko-aaya.html' title='Lot kay bud-dho ghar ko aaya……'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112600713840757789</id><published>2005-09-06T15:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:45:38.410+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To Pakistan …..</title><content type='html'>Going to Pakistan is always at the top on my priority list. Whenever I get the chance, even if it is for couple of days, I go to Karachi. I am going on this Thursday only for 72 hours though but still ‘something is better than nothing’. I always feel happy when I plan to go to Karachi but as soon as the date of departure comes closer I started feeling sad, not because I m going to Karachi (lol) but started feeling the time of coming back, a very difficult time when u leave all ur loved ones at the Airport waiving their hands saying ‘Allah Hafiz’. U feel terrible. I don’t know how many of you have experienced this but believe u me its very hard. But, at this point of time I m Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112600713840757789?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112600713840757789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112600713840757789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112600713840757789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112600713840757789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/coming-to-pakistan.html' title='Coming To Pakistan …..'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112589959633202653</id><published>2005-09-05T09:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:53:16.336+04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSS is on Leave</title><content type='html'>If you c smiling faces, relaxed working environment, easy going, no faking, and of course no ‘Phaking’, u can easily guess that your BOSS is on leave. We are enjoying such conditions these days. It doesn’t mean that v r not working, in fact v r working more when the boss is not around. Don’t u believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112589959633202653?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112589959633202653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112589959633202653&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112589959633202653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112589959633202653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/boss-is-on-leave.html' title='BOSS is on Leave'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112581113709603529</id><published>2005-09-04T09:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:18:57.100+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Language</title><content type='html'>I am writing an article that requires your feedback. What I want you to do to have a look and provide me with the question and/or answer of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For hundred million reasons&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you did&lt;br /&gt;        something for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;3. Paisy Pappu Day Ga&lt;br /&gt;4. Aa gaya hay to cha gaya hay tha kar k&lt;br /&gt;5. Yeh dil mangay more&lt;br /&gt;6. Yeh under key baat hay&lt;br /&gt;7. I m luvin it&lt;br /&gt;8. Dil to Aik Hay&lt;br /&gt;9. Connecting People&lt;br /&gt;10. Naam he kaafi hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112581113709603529?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112581113709603529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112581113709603529&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112581113709603529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112581113709603529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-your-language.html' title='Mind Your Language'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112574315434885572</id><published>2005-09-03T14:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:25:54.353+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearer Best Knows Where The Shoe Pinches</title><content type='html'>Killing of a one man is the killing of all humanity. There are so many people around the globe are being killed due to the personal, political, religious, and territorial conflicts. My question is why we feel pain only when someone whom we love suffers. We started crying, agitating, weeping, and speaking against those who we feel is responsible for the suffocation. Why we are not able to feel the pain of those who really suffer, even if they are not among us (the parameters we set for ‘us’). The reason is that they are not from our society, they are not our loved ones, and they are not from the so-called developed society. Our reaction, to all those reports telecast on TV channels, is very strange, we only say ‘Alas  - it should not be happened’ and change the channel coz we don’t want to spoil our time (quality time). How many of us have done something to those who are dying due to the starvation, drinking water, lack of medical facilities, and goes on and on. Have we searched the deserving (needy) people, who really need our help? The answer is, very bluntly, NO. I think we should take a step now and do whatever we can do to save the humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112574315434885572?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112574315434885572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112574315434885572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112574315434885572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112574315434885572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/wearer-best-knows-where-shoe-pinches.html' title='Wearer Best Knows Where The Shoe Pinches'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112564229686605776</id><published>2005-09-02T10:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:24:56.870+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read without Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lat night I went to my bed and became nostalgic. I have been thru a lot of phases where I see all my friends pass thru my vision. Some unforgettable events and some series of unfortunate events came to my mind too. But I, now, enjoy all of them coz it is &lt;i style=""&gt;Past&lt;/i&gt; now and I know the consequences (good or bad) of all I have done. But there is still couple of events that I cannot forget and I can still feel the pain. This is what the life is all about.   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been very lucky that my parents trusted me and believe me (by closing their eyes) whatever I said to them. I went to abroad for my studies and came back recently. Their trust and GOD blessings always kept me away with all wrong doings. I always thought about the result of my intended step (before making any decision) and how it will influence those who love me. I don’t know if I am succeeded or not but at least I tried. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wanted to make a point that I have a freedom but I never misused it. All my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ghar walay&lt;/span&gt; trusted me and I didn’t let them down. I tried to put myself in their shoes and c the things happening from their point of view. My advice to all of u to try the same and c the positive changes in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; life. I m sure u will feel satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112564229686605776?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112564229686605776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112564229686605776&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112564229686605776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112564229686605776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/read-without-prejudice.html' title='Read without Prejudice'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112556265361798443</id><published>2005-09-01T11:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:17:33.620+04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARS – Meree to aankh may aanso thay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEARS - beautiful word, soothing feel isn’t it? For me TEARS stands for “ &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nergizing &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;efreshing &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;entiment” Ahmad Faraz said ‘ May raat toot k roya to chain say soya – k dil ka ghubar meree chasm-e-tar say nikla tha”. Can u feel it?  People classify tears in shapes, forms, colors, happiness, sorrows, etc.  But I am still looking for the reason why people say so. I have never had tears when I am happy and whenever I have any sorrow, I take that ‘Gham, Dukh, and talkeef, like a lemon drops. I absorb it drop by drop until it become a part of my body, what about u? Why should I share my sorrow with others, it is my own and for me only. U might have a different opinion and u have the right to disagree but can u really justify it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Meree to aankh may aanso thay dekhta kia may&lt;br /&gt;  Suna hay jatay huay who bhee khub roya tha....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112556265361798443?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112556265361798443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112556265361798443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112556265361798443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112556265361798443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/09/tears-meree-to-aankh-may-aanso-thay.html' title='TEARS – Meree to aankh may aanso thay'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075112.post-112550437065971877</id><published>2005-08-31T19:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:06:10.663+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog ---is it a new idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my first post as a blogger. Blog, i though a lot about it that what is the meaning of blog and what is this for? I started surfing few blogs and founnd that this idea (blog) is not new. Earlier it was very common as people write about themselves, or if i may say blog, in a diary and keep it in a safe place as they consider it private. I read one article about Jan Nisar Akhtar that he published his letters he wrote to his wife along with his wife replies. No body liked that rather everyone said 'thu thu'. (Indian film poet Javed Akhter is the son of Jan Nisar Akhtar). Now where we stand, we publish in public not only our thoughts, dreams, wishes, and most of all about ourself but we publish events, secrets, planning, and most of all about others without informing them. Now nobody say thu thu, nobody object, and nobody dislike. Is this the (modern) culture developed in our society withing oursleves or we borrow it from media. What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may find the above article as puzzle but wat i need, with ur help, to put the puzzle block in the right and its appropriate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16075112-112550437065971877?l=amirhasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/feeds/112550437065971877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16075112&amp;postID=112550437065971877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112550437065971877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16075112/posts/default/112550437065971877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirhasan.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-is-it-new-idea.html' title='Blog ---is it a new idea?'/><author><name>Aamanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289567728291799870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/syedamir/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
