<?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-7450131369961100651</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:33:18.274+05:30</updated><category term='My Experiments'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is cancelled!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-6958340495529862111</id><published>2011-08-16T02:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:49:18.276+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Experiments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ek ummeed si jaagi hai, haal-e-dil unko sunaane ke baad,&lt;br /&gt;rakhenge woh dil pe haath, dil ko mere dukhane ke baad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh ek roshni ke jisse mera tasavvur nihaan hai,&lt;br /&gt;haqeeqat mein woh milegi kya khudhi ko jalaane ke baad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saanson se toota jaaye hai, saanson ka silsila&lt;br /&gt;gham nahin iska, jo yaad aaon, main unhein jaane ke baad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ko aaj intezaar ek khoobsoorat nazaraane ka hai&lt;br /&gt;to yeh mujhko hi ye ghazal meri, ek zamaane ke baad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-6958340495529862111?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/6958340495529862111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/08/ek-ummeed-si-jaagi-hai-haal-e-dil-unko.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been to a place I thought I would never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The meadows, the river, the greenery…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I lost my heart to the people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And lost my mind sitting idle…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was something I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a part of my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I am glad to have found such love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one that’s only for the sake of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mind rejoiced, my heart stifled an ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew I wasn’t completely back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A part of me still lingers out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A part of me I don’t want to reclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I belong here, and I belong there too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As some things are beyond the realm of birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been to a place I thought I would never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was my destiny, I have found the missing me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-8841887233235993072?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/8841887233235993072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/8841887233235993072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/8841887233235993072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Everything has a reason...'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-4465724041826913382</id><published>2011-04-20T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:43:08.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer by Thomas Merton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Came across this on Paulo Coelho's blog and got hooked. Such beautiful lines and such beautiful thoughts...reading other works by Thomas Merton now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going,&lt;br /&gt;I do not see the road ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot know for certain where it will end.&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I really know myself,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that I think I am following your will&lt;br /&gt;does not mean that I am actually doing so. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,&lt;br /&gt;though I may know nothing about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will not fear, for you are ever with me,&lt;br /&gt;and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And looking forward to spending some days with Kahlil Gibran's works...found a 3-in-1 collection in excellent condition :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Its gonna be one great spiritual week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-4465724041826913382?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/4465724041826913382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/04/prayer-by-thomas-merton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4465724041826913382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4465724041826913382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/04/prayer-by-thomas-merton.html' title='A Prayer by Thomas Merton'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-6118408213364581842</id><published>2011-04-13T12:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:08:56.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Musings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWIITESUSU8/TaVH5ZjrBMI/AAAAAAAAACg/lj_c6I01N3A/s1600/Thinking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWIITESUSU8/TaVH5ZjrBMI/AAAAAAAAACg/lj_c6I01N3A/s1600/Thinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am learning new things these days that i can kinda do without...hehe...yeah...there are some things worth learning and some aren't. Well.. I cant decide to save my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...i m learning politics...without ever wanting to :(I am learning about people's weaknesses and how to take advantage of those weaknesses, however small or subtle, I am learning about massaging people's already inflated egos...I have seen so much hypocrisy in the last few months...i have almost stopped believing that people can be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning all right! but will I use it? That needs to be seen. I will avoid it as far as humanely possible...will just watch from afar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will definitely lose my temper. I am that way. What I will not be able to do is sugar-coat my words, paste a plastic smile on my face when in company and throw poisoned arrows at people when they arent around.&lt;br /&gt;But I am wondering! I have always voiced my opinions...honestly, truthfully and without any extra trimmings. It hasn't helped...not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...To be or not to be (a hypocrite)? That is the question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my reluctance is...well...that since i have started being true to myself, facing myself, my heart has been talking to me more and more frequently, excitedly, happily... (yeah just like Santiago's heart does in 'The Alchemist')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will actually smile, from the heart (not a plastic one for sure), and let it all just pass me without touching me. Coz these poor souls don't know what they are doing... right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am better off being like me...coz i like it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....so my musing has atleast made me reach this decision...and i am smiling...that's good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-6118408213364581842?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/6118408213364581842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/04/musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6118408213364581842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6118408213364581842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/04/musings.html' title='Musings...'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWIITESUSU8/TaVH5ZjrBMI/AAAAAAAAACg/lj_c6I01N3A/s72-c/Thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-4121056774407587927</id><published>2011-02-25T16:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:55:32.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeSZ0fG2H38/TWeUrOrqhjI/AAAAAAAAABc/6P6wogEFagA/s1600/the-journey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeSZ0fG2H38/TWeUrOrqhjI/AAAAAAAAABc/6P6wogEFagA/s320/the-journey.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"My journey has been long. I do not regret it. At times, it has been dark, perilous course. At other times, joyous, dappled with sunlight. It has been hard more often than easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The road was fraught with dangers for me from the beginning, the forest thick, the mountains high, the darkness terrifying. And through it all, even in the mists, a small pinpoint of light, a tiny star to guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been both wise and foolish. I have been loved, and betrayed, and abandoned. And much to my despair, I have wounded others, and humbly beg their forgiveness. I have forgiven those who have hurt me, as I pray they will forgive me for allowing them to hurt me. I have loved much, and given of my whole heart and soul. And even when badly wounded, have continued on the path, with faith, hope, and even blind belief, toward love and freedom. The journey continues, easier than it has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For those of you still lost in the darkness, may your traveling companions treat you well. May you find safe havens when you need them, and clearings in the forest. May you find cool waters where you can safely drink, quench your thirst, and bathe your wounds. And may you one day find healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we meet, our hands will join, and we will know each other. The light is there, waiting for us. We must each, in our own way, journey on until we find it. To reach it, we will need determination, strength and courage, gratitude and patience. And after all that, wisdom. At the journey’s end, we will find ourselves, we will find peace, and the love that, until now, we have only dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;May God speed you on your journey, and protect you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From Journey by Danielle Steel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-4121056774407587927?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/4121056774407587927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4121056774407587927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4121056774407587927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey.html' title='Journey....'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeSZ0fG2H38/TWeUrOrqhjI/AAAAAAAAABc/6P6wogEFagA/s72-c/the-journey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-6008507659187622057</id><published>2011-01-15T16:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:54:42.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Innocence - Lost and found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9kmJFQZWes/TWeVcGBevUI/AAAAAAAAABg/xVolEVfd5QQ/s1600/dreams2-499x330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9kmJFQZWes/TWeVcGBevUI/AAAAAAAAABg/xVolEVfd5QQ/s320/dreams2-499x330.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately I have been going back to my childhood memories more &amp;amp; more often. What is making me do it? Its not as if the childhood was way too good or the present is way too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We, as children, fresh into this world, with a fresh perspective of things around us, can see the complex subtleties around us with profound clarity, and accordingly mould our thinking, in terms of how we view people around us, and the world at large. We don't know what fate has in store for us and we don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;either. We take each day as it comes, discovering new tidbits about ourselves and others each day, experimenting, speaking up without fear, trusting people we love without question. There's nothing to cloud the perspective, no influences that we encounter as adults, to distract . A spade is a spade is a spade. We are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at one with our instincts...until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until we come face to face with human nature...and start listening to our own heart with some doubt. We start giving weightage to what we see through others' perspective instead of following our own. We start being wary of people. People we think may hurt us. We start to distrust, we start to get manipulated and manipulate in return, we start acting tactful and we simply lose the simplicity. Lives become complicated, relations become sordid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As adults, we can still do all the things we did as children. But we choose not to. We can still believe in things we believed as children. but we are afraid to. Because now, that innocence is lost.We hide behind reason. We console ourselves that whatever we did, there was something that made us do it. Yea sure...there's always a reason for hate, always a reason for a certain behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blame it on others, blame it on our own self. Blame, hatred, hurt are always there...like the air, always around us. We breathe them, we wallow in them, we live with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What will happen if we go back to that innocence? We might get hurt? Big deal! we are bound to get hurt some way or the other anyways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So just follow your heart, trust your instincts and take responsibility for it and go ahead. Reclaim the lost innocence. Its not gonna change people around you. But it surely will change you. Go find peace within self and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-6008507659187622057?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/6008507659187622057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/01/innocence-lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6008507659187622057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6008507659187622057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2011/01/innocence-lost-and-found.html' title='Innocence - Lost and found!'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9kmJFQZWes/TWeVcGBevUI/AAAAAAAAABg/xVolEVfd5QQ/s72-c/dreams2-499x330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-4829050093123751811</id><published>2010-11-25T10:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:59:53.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Simpson Wit - nothing like it :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RprMNlUNyaQ/TXTBcjgCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1H-11EsPcRI/s1600/a34_homer2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RprMNlUNyaQ/TXTBcjgCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1H-11EsPcRI/s1600/a34_homer2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Operator! Give me the number for 911!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, so they have internet on computers now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bart, with $10,000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like...love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, it's 1 a.m. Better go home and spend some quality time with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Doughnuts. Is there anything they can't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lisa, if you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When will I learn? The answer to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a bottle, they're on TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do we need a psychiatrist for? We know our kid is nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marge, you're as beautiful as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you're prejudiced against all races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything, Kent. 14% of people know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harassing that woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homer no function beer well without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is -- and it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm never going to be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Looking at a globe map...country being Uruguay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hee hee! Look at this country! 'You-are-gay.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All my life I've had one dream, to achieve my many goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dad, you've done a lot of great things, but you're a very old man, and old people are useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think Smithers picked me because of my motivational skills. Everyone says they have to work a lot harder when I'm around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Lord.. The gods have been good to me. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is. So here's the deal: You freeze everything the way it is, and I won't ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. OK, deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beer: The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-4829050093123751811?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/4829050093123751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/11/simpson-wit-nothing-like-it-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4829050093123751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4829050093123751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/11/simpson-wit-nothing-like-it-p.html' title='The Simpson Wit - nothing like it :p'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RprMNlUNyaQ/TXTBcjgCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1H-11EsPcRI/s72-c/a34_homer2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-7515789106348699334</id><published>2010-11-23T15:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:21:35.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what to call this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have just lost someone to mortality. The relationship was unique...in the sense..you can have only one of that kind. What i cannot bring myself to say is that i have lost my father. I never called him dad or abba. I could never think of him in that way. But then am i mourning the loss? i don't know...maybe not...the loss of the person doesn't flinch me much . I don't know if i ever truly loved him. Then what am i so upset about? Maybe the missed opportunities to mend something, the chance that things might change yet, the possibility of asking him why he was the way he was, the likelihood of looking him in the eye and asking him why didn't he take any efforts, and finally the prospect of meeting him in person and asking for forgiveness for the lack of efforts on my side. The questions are all there, the answers lost forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;May you find your place in heaven. Rest in peace...Abba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اَللَّهُمَّ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اغْفِرْ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;لِحَيِّنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَمَيِّتِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَشَاهِدِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَغَائِبِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَصَغِيْرِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَكَبِيْرِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَذَكَرِنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَأُنْثَانَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اَللَّهُمَّ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;مَنْ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;أَحْيَيْتَهُ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;مِنَّا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;فَأَحْيِهِ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;عَلَى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اْلإِسْلاَمِ،&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَمَنْ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;تَوَفَّيْتَهُ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;مِنَّا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;فَتَوَفَّهُ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;عَلَى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اْلإِيْمَانِ،&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;اَللَّهُمَّ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;لاَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;تَحْرِمْنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;أَجْرَهُ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;وَلاَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;تُضِلَّنَا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;بَعْدَهُ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-7515789106348699334?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/7515789106348699334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-know-what-to-call-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/7515789106348699334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/7515789106348699334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-know-what-to-call-this.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to call this...'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-6667009595753525609</id><published>2010-10-17T15:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:26:47.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Experiments'/><title type='text'>Koshish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1xouaGUVLQ/TXS9Tq-cYzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RVD5By3JQig/s1600/qalam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1xouaGUVLQ/TXS9Tq-cYzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RVD5By3JQig/s1600/qalam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1xouaGUVLQ/TXS9Tq-cYzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RVD5By3JQig/s200/qalam.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;========================================== &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Naakamiyon se humko ab na koi sarokaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mehrumiyon ka ab to zikr bhi bekaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashkon ne saare daagh zamaane ke dho diye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;jo baaki hai wo ek hasrat-e-anwaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;jabeen ko sajdon se ab koi gila nahi raha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;teri parastish pe ab dil ko bhi aitbaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mai bimar-e-rahat hun is dasht-e-sehra mein&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;darmiyaan tishnagi-o-taskeen ke ek gard ki deewaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falak chhuna hai to dhoop mein jhulasna bhi hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bulandi ki ye shart nakaabil-e-taqraar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;========================================== &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-6667009595753525609?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/6667009595753525609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/koshish_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6667009595753525609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/6667009595753525609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/koshish_17.html' title='Koshish...'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1xouaGUVLQ/TXS9Tq-cYzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RVD5By3JQig/s72-c/qalam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-3095800114492553357</id><published>2010-10-17T13:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:29:39.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I have always had a dearth of girlfriends…not that I didn’t have any…but the kind where I knew I can always count upon were scarce&lt;br /&gt;I have had some wonderful female friends in school and college too. But over time, we lost touch…maybe because they shifted to far away places, maybe the effort to keep in touch wasn’t enough…&lt;br /&gt;I have some good male friends…but its not the same (boys will always be…well.. boys after all) I longed for someone I could talk to for hours…about anything under the sun…giggles in the midst of tears, jokes in the midst of ‘oh so serious’ discussions, jumping topics, and then coming back without losing track…philosophy interspersed with recipes, fears sprinkled with talks about hopes, love, care, understanding, admiration, adoration and reprimands too…something which only girls can do…I mean simultaneously ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shazia for being there…we have laughed together, cried together, dreamt together and prayed together…even without having met each other…you are the sister I never had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Juliana…zooolliiieeeeeee…though I have known you only for slightly more than a year, I have had wonderful times with you… and we both know we just cannot be serious in each others’ company. The past one year would not have been the same without you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-3095800114492553357?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/3095800114492553357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/3095800114492553357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/3095800114492553357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-964502693713756227</id><published>2010-10-16T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:00:00.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something that was left unsaid....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it so happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you meet someone who changes your life, gives it a meaning, walks the distances with you and yet...&lt;br /&gt;You realize you need to get away, you realize you are chaining that person and yourself too, you realize you cannot give what is expected and cannot accept what you are being given, you realize that its better to be just friends...All this not because you suddenly start hating that person. Also not because you don't realize their worth. Its because sometimes 'walking away' is the only way you can survive, and let the other person live too...its not easy, but it needs to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who knows what this is all about...&lt;br /&gt;There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have more to learn, more to experience and more loving to do in this lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///D:/Nahida1/sil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="file:/D:/Nahida1/sil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;maybe the definitions have changed...but you are still loved and respected...and will always be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-964502693713756227?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/964502693713756227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-that-was-left-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/964502693713756227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/964502693713756227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-that-was-left-unsaid.html' title='Something that was left unsaid....'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-3156849623515635989</id><published>2010-10-13T11:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:27:24.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The meow effect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3uxUvhREouI/TXS5u-waC6I/AAAAAAAAABs/ggnsc9AJuV0/s1600/Twin-White-Cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3uxUvhREouI/TXS5u-waC6I/AAAAAAAAABs/ggnsc9AJuV0/s320/Twin-White-Cats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my way to work today morning, I came across a particularly cute kitten...she had the most beautiful cat eyes I had ever seen (and I have seen plenty). I was getting late for work, but I just had to spend some time with her....and finally, the kitten won...and it made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I remember, I have had cats at home. But the last few years have been different...devoid of these exquisite creatures. My friends think its funny to like a cat...i don't agree...I love everything a cat represents, yeah...even that 'attitude'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People say cats don't care as dogs do....but then why should they? They are, after all, royalty and they are fully aware of this fact. Just look at them walk, and stare at you with those piercing eyes...they are the epitome of sophistication, cunning, intelligence, style and grace and class...they know what they are all about...and they make you forget that they are narcissists too. At the same time, you just can't keep a straight face when a kitten is around. They make you forget all your worries for sometime, and the utter self-confidence, well...that's something that can be learnt from cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eUA8B1nVzD8/TXS54dXXGHI/AAAAAAAAABw/aageOdqyDNU/s1600/two-tabby-cats%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eUA8B1nVzD8/TXS54dXXGHI/AAAAAAAAABw/aageOdqyDNU/s320/two-tabby-cats%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ellen Perry says, 'As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat' and its true. But that's what makes a cat so endearing. Tamed, but untamed at heart, at home, but still in the wilderness, owned, but not possessed...Dying to get one home...So long kitty...love your tashan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-3156849623515635989?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/3156849623515635989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/meow-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/3156849623515635989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/3156849623515635989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/meow-effect.html' title='The meow effect!'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3uxUvhREouI/TXS5u-waC6I/AAAAAAAAABs/ggnsc9AJuV0/s72-c/Twin-White-Cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-2410937303858602567</id><published>2010-10-12T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:08:39.034+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After a while...</title><content type='html'>After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and  chaining a soul, and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company  doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses  aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept  your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of  an adult, not the grief of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and  you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every good-bye,  you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-2410937303858602567?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/2410937303858602567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/2410937303858602567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/2410937303858602567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-while.html' title='After a while...'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-7795042348192431019</id><published>2010-10-12T15:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:09:48.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Notes to Myself - By Hugh Prather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4WNhPJu0aIs/TXcgGa9EU_I/AAAAAAAAACc/e6PbCv9hSi8/s1600/Notes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4WNhPJu0aIs/TXcgGa9EU_I/AAAAAAAAACc/e6PbCv9hSi8/s320/Notes.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have had this book with me for years, and i never found the time or inclination to pick it up and read it (though i have been voraciously reading mindless novels).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now that I have started reading it, this book has made me ask a 1000 questions to myself. The name of the book might sound cliched, but the book isn't. If anything, its lucid, profound and sincere. And it makes you wonder. It makes you feel like looking at a new star in the sky, or maybe looking at an old one with new perception. Any one line from this book could make you realize some aspect of your own behavior, that might have gone undetected, even by you for all your life. Go read it...and then read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of the gems from this treasure trove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, I don’t want to live for. I want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever I find myself arguing for something with great passion, I can be certain I’m not convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When someone disagrees with me, I do not have to immediately start revising what I just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you tell me the way you see it rather than the way it is, then this helps me to more fully discover the way I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What did I do to deserve birth? It was gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The most realistic attitude for me to have toward future consequences is ‘it will be interesting to see what happens’. Excitement, dejection and boredom assume a knowledge of results that I cannot have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My trouble is, I analyze life instead of live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bully in me always bullies in the name of principle or in the name of rules. The bully in me always has a reason for its actions and that reason is always idealistic. This part of me is a sissy-it hides behind ‘what is right’, so I won’t have to admit my desire to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happiness is a present attitude and not a future condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My feelings do change and that I can have a hand in changing them. They change simply by my becoming aware of them. When I acknowledge my feelings, they become more positive. And they change when I express them. For example, if I tell a man I don’t like him, I usually like him better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I choose to use my own mind. I do not need your mind. I want to experience you, listen to you - not to myself. I have already heard everything I have to say. You are what is novel about this conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The configuration of most situations implies through tradition, a corresponding emotion. E.g., your wife goes out on you therefore you are enraged (when actually you might be aroused). I often respond the way I should feel rather than the way I do feel. Confusion or indecision is a good thing this is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The most realistic attitude for me to have toward future consequences is ‘it will be interesting to see what happens’. Excitement, dejection and boredom assume a knowledge of results that I cannot have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The comment ‘you’re lucky; it could have been worse’, is the kind of helpfulness I can do without. It also could have been better, or actually, it couldn’t have been any other way than the way it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most decisions, possibly all, have already been made on some deeper level and my going through a reasoning process to arrive at them seems at least redundant.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the 2 most brilliant ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If a man takes off his sunglasses I can hear him better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have already heard everything I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-7795042348192431019?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/7795042348192431019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/notes-to-myself-by-hugh-prather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/7795042348192431019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/7795042348192431019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/notes-to-myself-by-hugh-prather.html' title='Notes to Myself - By Hugh Prather'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4WNhPJu0aIs/TXcgGa9EU_I/AAAAAAAAACc/e6PbCv9hSi8/s72-c/Notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450131369961100651.post-4442754516982922299</id><published>2010-10-11T15:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:30:29.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today is my turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_GTwbMzMuzc/TXTIf_-fm1I/AAAAAAAAACA/bYecluhq5I8/s1600/reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_GTwbMzMuzc/TXTIf_-fm1I/AAAAAAAAACA/bYecluhq5I8/s1600/reflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not a celebrity. I am sure there wont be many takers for my blog. And i don't mind that at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because this blog is a sincere effort by me to get acquainted with myself, without any worries, any pre-conceived notions, and without any expectations. It is to keep my feet on ground, and let my soul free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The most difficult phase of life is not when no one understands you. It is when you don't understand yourself." I am embarking on a journey to discover me, to understand me, to love me and to nurture me. Sounds selfish??? well no...it absolutely isnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few moons back (seems like eons to me though), when i used to look in the mirror, i used to find a stranger staring back at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me. A stranger because it wasn't me...in any way...and hence it didn't behave like me. It's behavior fed itself on what was expected from it, misconceptions about it. Its face was contorted by the pain of being someone else, its skin pale by the fear of losing itself. And though it did what was expected of it, the effort always fell short of satisfaction, for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then something happened that broke the mirror. Now i could see myself, understand myself, and as a result, i was able to understand others as never before. I knew what i was about. I was me...i AM me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, to keep in touch with my real self, I'll keep jotting some notes to myself - to hear my voice, to see my face, to understand my feelings, to above all - to be friends with myself...and i believe it is a beginning of a lifelong friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450131369961100651-4442754516982922299?l=tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/feeds/4442754516982922299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-my-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4442754516982922299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450131369961100651/posts/default/4442754516982922299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowiscancelled.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-my-turn.html' title='Today is my turn!'/><author><name>Ishrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129105473821719564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_GTwbMzMuzc/TXTIf_-fm1I/AAAAAAAAACA/bYecluhq5I8/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
