<?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-4363564362781614029</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:56:42.038-08:00</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='Entertainment Spot'/><category term='Creative Writing'/><category term='Song In the Spot Light'/><category term='Cyberia'/><category term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>Creative Insight</title><subtitle type='html'>Man has got his own version of everything that he thinks about and it's the way i think about things!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363564362781614029.post-1198854357698814145</id><published>2008-08-07T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:56:23.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>2 + 2 equals 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;2 + 2 equals 5! Weird it may sound because for ages and ages we have been taught that 2 + 2 equals 4, a simple additional rule of mathematics and there many still go by the answer in this age of intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;But the thing I’m thinking about right now is that do we have to look at things the way it is shown to us, what I mean to say is that do we really have to look at things from others’ perspective, one does not need to be a chartered accountant or a banker to make 2 + 2 equal to 5!, the whole idea is that try a life that is being lived by not a set of rules made by some impotent imposters or a freak faggot but live it the way it deserves to be lived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Being someone who believes that those who say live the life being one of the Freudian and those who say life like egoist (I’ve just studied these two&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), are basically confused, they themselves do not what they should do. If a question is asked from them that why do they think, I assure you that none of them would be able to give a convincing answer. So what is the use of listening to them, try to live a life that is its combination of both.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Living a life one want is not at all hard but in this world of artificial and faggot rules, we have made it hard for ourselves by following them regardless of its need to be followed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;A simple thought is provoked, “Why is it so that we follow them?” and a simple answer is that we have forgot to live the life our way because of the illusions of leaving each others behind in different walks of life (but does not want to&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This simple answer has no meaningful purpose but yet we go about to make it meaningful by any given cost and by doing so we forget to live the life the way we deserve to live it. This way we compromise on something that can be done so a lot better than the way we do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So stop running after short term and more materialistic goals, at times things are better far away than being close by, be more passionate and meaningful about the way you live and try to get your meaning out from 2 + 2 equals 5 rather than other view of 2 + 2 equals 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1198854357698814145?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1198854357698814145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1198854357698814145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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semester and properly screwed :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-3923568001862613014?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3923568001862613014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=3923568001862613014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3923568001862613014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3923568001862613014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/04/start-of-new-semester-and-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-149743073269552502</id><published>2008-04-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:10:35.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back again at the place that i really like the most to spend my time on i mean internet, oh hearing alot of loud sounds of blasts becuz of the ongoing fight of the local tribesmen near lolx its like an action film over here but we are used to it now and going to see devil wears prada :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-149743073269552502?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/149743073269552502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=149743073269552502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/149743073269552502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/149743073269552502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-again-at-place-that-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-2065536024750013170</id><published>2008-03-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:30:32.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>eMarketing, what is it and why is it important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marketing has pretty much been around forever in one form or another. Since the day when humans first started trading whatever it was that they first traded, marketing was there. Marketing was the stories they used to convince other humans to trade. Humans have come a long way since then, (Well, we like to think we have) and marketing has too.&lt;br /&gt;The methods of marketing have changed and improved, and we've become a lot more efficient at telling our stories and getting our marketing messages out there. eMarketing is the product of the meeting between modern communication technologies and the age-old marketing principles that humans have always applied.&lt;br /&gt;The first question that would arise at this moment is what is eMarketing, eMarketing or electronic marketing refers to the application of marketing principles and techniques via electronic media and more specifically the Internet. The terms eMarketing, Internet marketing and online marketing, are frequently interchanged, and can often be considered synonymous.&lt;br /&gt;eMarketing is the process of marketing a brand using the Internet. It includes both direct response marketing and indirect marketing elements and uses a range of technologies to help connect businesses to their customers.&lt;br /&gt;By such a definition, eMarketing encompasses all the activities a business conducts via the worldwide web with the aim of attracting new business, retaining current business and developing its brand identity.&lt;br /&gt;Now here another question would arise, why is it important. When implemented correctly, the return on investment (ROI) from eMarketing can far exceed that of traditional marketing strategies.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a "bricks and mortar" business or a concern operating purely online, the Internet is a force that cannot be ignored. It can be a means to reach literally millions of people every year. It's at the forefront of a redefinition of way businesses interact with their customers.&lt;br /&gt;So from this little idea is becomes very much clear that though traditional marketing methods has its importance but in the current age of fast growing technology the eMarketing has its all important role to play as well, so if a company plans on to generate a lot from its products it should along with the traditional marketing methods also build a sound eMarketing strategy for itself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-2065536024750013170?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2065536024750013170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=2065536024750013170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2065536024750013170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2065536024750013170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/03/emarketing-what-is-it-and-why-is-it.html' title='eMarketing, what is it and why is it important'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-5484805113364261736</id><published>2008-03-31T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:22:42.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time the last post was in LUMS ahaaaah those where the days that we had rocked the whole LUMS in a weeks time they were awasome but the things that followed on were damn stupid my pc got blown away by a cusin of mine and now i'm relying on another cuxin pc GOD help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-5484805113364261736?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5484805113364261736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=5484805113364261736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5484805113364261736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5484805113364261736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-last-post-was-in-lums-ahaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6389370867941895823</id><published>2008-03-05T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:16:44.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song In the Spot Light'/><title type='text'>Dream Theater - Wait For Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A track i heard lately and its really turning out to be one of the most fav tracsk all ready .........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing by the window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes upon the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping that the memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will leave her spirit soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She shuts the doors and lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lays her body on the bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where images and words arerunning deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has too much pride to pull&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sheets above her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So quietly she lays and waits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for sleepShe stares at the ceiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tries not to think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And pictures the chains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's been trying to link again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the feeling is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And water can't cover hermemory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ashes can't answer herpain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God give me the power to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breath from a breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And call life from a cold metalframe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In with the ashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or up with the smoke from the fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With wings up in heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or here, lying in bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palm of her hand to my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now and forever curled in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the heart of the world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6389370867941895823?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6389370867941895823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6389370867941895823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6389370867941895823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6389370867941895823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-theater-wait-for-sleep.html' title='Dream Theater - Wait For Sleep'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6688504665361434963</id><published>2008-03-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:10:12.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>On the move!!!</title><content type='html'>em on the move at lums fort he lums olympad'08 its really awasome here cuz its like a festival ova here and lubing each and everybit and hoping that we wud go bak wid pride by winning here in the most number of categories that we cna so wish me luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6688504665361434963?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6688504665361434963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6688504665361434963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6688504665361434963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6688504665361434963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-move.html' title='On the move!!!'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-5287790484074742116</id><published>2008-01-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:52:13.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song In the Spot Light'/><title type='text'>Suicide Is Painless By Johnny Mandel</title><content type='html'>An awasome song that really has been struck in ma mind for someting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through early morning fog I see&lt;br /&gt;Visions of the things to be&lt;br /&gt;The pains that are withheld for me&lt;br /&gt;I realise and I can see...&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;I try to find a way to make all our little joys relate&lt;br /&gt;Without that ever-present hate&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that it's to late, and...&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please&lt;br /&gt;The game of life is hard to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lose it anyway&lt;br /&gt;The losing card I'll someday lay&lt;br /&gt;So this is all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to win is cheat&lt;br /&gt;and lay it down before I'm beat&lt;br /&gt;and to another give my seat&lt;br /&gt;for that's the only painless feat&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;The sword of time will pierce our skins&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt when it begins&lt;br /&gt;But as it works its way on in&lt;br /&gt;The pain grows stronger...watch it grin but...&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please.&lt;br /&gt;A brave man once requested me&lt;br /&gt;To answer questions that are the key&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;and I replied 'oh why ask me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;and I can take or leave it if I please ...&lt;br /&gt;and you can do the same thing if you please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-5287790484074742116?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5287790484074742116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=5287790484074742116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5287790484074742116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5287790484074742116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/suicide-is-painless-by-johnny-mandel.html' title='Suicide Is Painless By Johnny Mandel'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6186072942288454402</id><published>2008-01-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:16:36.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>LAST SONNET by John Keats</title><content type='html'>RIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--&lt;br /&gt;Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,&lt;br /&gt;And watching, with eternal lids apart,&lt;br /&gt;Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,&lt;br /&gt;The moving waters at their priest-like task&lt;br /&gt;Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,&lt;br /&gt;Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask&lt;br /&gt;Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--&lt;br /&gt;No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,&lt;br /&gt;Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,&lt;br /&gt;To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,&lt;br /&gt;Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,&lt;br /&gt;Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,&lt;br /&gt;And so live ever--or else swoon to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6186072942288454402?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6186072942288454402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6186072942288454402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6186072942288454402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6186072942288454402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-sonnet-by-john-keats.html' title='LAST SONNET by John Keats'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8397741824499988633</id><published>2008-01-15T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:11:11.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new dawn lolx nufin new abt it jus the time passing by as usual jus a new poem to be uploaded then moving out enjoyin life and the cold weather these days nufin extra for fun .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8397741824499988633?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8397741824499988633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8397741824499988633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8397741824499988633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8397741824499988633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-dawn-lolx-nufin-new-abt-it-jus-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1850203881345901512</id><published>2008-01-12T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:55:31.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyberia'/><title type='text'>Tech Predictions for 2008 By Nancy Weil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The predictable flood of information technology prognostications for 2008 has been rolling in, and we have listened to analysts, vendors, consultants, and our geek friends, accepting some forecasts and rejecting others. Turns out we did pretty well culling the wheat from the chaff last year and gazing ahead, though maybe we weren't bold enough in our declarations. So, this year we'll stretch a little and predict the following:&lt;br /&gt;Windows XP's Reprieve:&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft will announce an extension until the end of 2008 for Windows XP availability, instead of cutting it off on June 30. In September '07, the company pushed the extension from the end of January until June after corporate users complained. Not to mention that many companies had decided to put off moving to Vista. The migration will continue to be slow for at least the first half of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Who's Hacking Whom?:&lt;br /&gt;A major international incident will erupt when Chinese hackers compromise the defense or security system (or both) of another government. Classified documents will be breached. Accusations will be traded. Relationships will be tense and ugly for a time.&lt;br /&gt;The Greening of IT:&lt;br /&gt;"Green" IT will become a sustainable model in the enterprise. The bottom line will be the primary force in the greening of data centers and offices.&lt;br /&gt;Environmental concerns (spurred by weird weather occurrences and alarming reports about polar bears) coupled with a woeful economic scene globally will be dominant themes in 2008, leading to corporate, consumer and government action that will include serious penny-pinching as more of us come together to try to save the planet and our budgets. The European Union will again be the main governmental force behind pushing green regulations in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Network Evolution:&lt;br /&gt;Mobile networks will not only open up to outside handsets, devices and applications, but will increasingly offer Wi-Fi and a plethora of location-based services. Media content, search, social networks, shopping and a variety of services will be standard parts of the mobile network experience. The analysts aplenty envision 2008 as a watershed year for networks to be opened and for big changes on the mobile landscape, partly owing to the iPhone effect.&lt;br /&gt;A Linux Year:&lt;br /&gt;As Vista continues to limp toward wider adoption, Linux will make major inroads into the enterprise, as well as in government IT. At the same time, the leaner OS will become a more attractive option for home users and in consumer electronics, spurred by the Open Handset Alliance and the advent of Google's Android mobile platform, which will be built on the Linux kernel. Jim Zemlin, the president of the Linux Foundation, sees 2008 as a "really interesting, breakthrough year for Linux," and we think heís right about that. Expect assorted open-source applications to follow along.&lt;br /&gt;Growing Pains of Social Networking:&lt;br /&gt;Social networking will invade corporations by yearís end. Services akin to the Salesforce.com offering that lets salespeople share leads and information will become standard in that market segment. But increasingly, social-networking applications will seep into all manner of companies, whether the IT department likes it or not. Privacy issues will have to be sorted out. Legislation and regulations will be proposed and enacted. Distinctions between consumer and corporate IT will continue to blur, and the social-networking phenomenon is but one element of that.&lt;br /&gt;iPhone-buying employees will bring that device into the enterprise in ever-growing numbers, forcing IT departments to deal with it. Security and protection from hackers, spam, phishers, and the lot of cyber miscreants will continue to pose a huge headache for network administrators as home IT merges with corporate IT.&lt;br /&gt;The Consolidation Drumbeat:&lt;br /&gt;Pure-play software vendors will increasingly be a thing of the past as Oracle and other monoliths swoop in on more acquisition targets during 2008.&lt;br /&gt;IDG didn't want to make a virtualization prediction, but we would be remiss not to. Many prognosticators are gazing into their crystal balls and seeing virtualization on desktops. While some analysts are predicting that will be a sort of Thin Client 2.0, Barry Eggers, Lightspeed general partner, enterprise infrastructure, envisions something different. "Thin clients were about reducing up-front capital costs with a slimmed-down hardware client. Desktop virtualization is about intelligently provisioning applications to desktop users," he says.&lt;br /&gt;He envisions a more successful model will find IT shops using desktop virtualization in conjunction with virtualized servers. Early adopters are finding that users weren't so keen on that model because the ìuser experience [is] much less satisfying than a full desktop, but that will start to change in the new year. How? And where will it lead? We'll leave that to the 2009 predictions. -IDG News Service&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/4363564362781614029-1850203881345901512?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1850203881345901512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1850203881345901512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1850203881345901512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1850203881345901512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/tech-predictions-for-2008-by-nancy-weil.html' title='Tech Predictions for 2008 By Nancy Weil'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-931645150254040886</id><published>2008-01-12T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:52:42.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyberia'/><title type='text'>Technically Flopped Gadgets of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As well as some fantastic innovations, 2007 saw some truly terrible product releases. Here are the biggest disappointments of the year:&lt;br /&gt;AMD "Barcelona":&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inherently wrong with AMD's new quad-core Opteron processors - except for the fact they're rarer than punch lines on crime-watch TV show.&lt;br /&gt;Although delays have also beset the desktop version of the chip, the Phenom, Barcelona (the server version) has been a particular problem - there are still none available to buy in most of the countries, despite the fact they were launched in September. Perhaps AMD uses the some special couriers.&lt;br /&gt;Cre8txt keyboard:&lt;br /&gt;This tiny keyboard lets you type on a PC as you would on a mobile phone. Yes! No longer do you have to reach for that convenient "e" button - you can press the 3 key twice instead. As if teachers didn't have it tough enough already, it's designed for use in schools.&lt;br /&gt;Datawind PocketSurfer2:&lt;br /&gt;Datawind promised mobile internet browsing with the PocketSurfer2, but made no mention in its promotional literature of the irritating delays and stress the frustrating interface and lack-luster screen would provide. Using it to send emails was more difficult than running all the way to the intended recipient and reciting the message in person.&lt;br /&gt;Flash Solid State Disk:&lt;br /&gt;Solid state drives are the future of mobile computing, and promise to be lighter, faster and more robust than traditional hard disks. Unfortunately, Samsung's offering was actually slower than a mechanical hard disk, and considerably more expensive - it's like buying a Ferrari, only to be overtaken by a Ford Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;Wrist Donut:&lt;br /&gt;We've seen our fair share of idiotic solutions to RSI, but one look at the Wrist Donut left us wondering if the crippling pain was really that bad, after all?&lt;br /&gt;The brightly coloured mouse mat that you wear like a bracelet would look ridiculous in a 1980s workout video, let alone an office. This is one donut that definitely deserves a dunking; in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;Griffin iSqueez:&lt;br /&gt;Awful stocking fillers like this are the bane of every gadget lover's festival. This pointless blob of foam rubber keeps your iPod snugly wrapped up in your car's cup-holder, instantly canceling out Apple's inspired design.&lt;br /&gt;Myvu Universal Edition:&lt;br /&gt;Boasting the kind of aesthetics Eddie Murphy left behind in 1985, the Myvu glasses theoretically allow you to enjoy movies while keeping an eye on the world around you. And while you stagger about, half blind, with a tiny video display partially obscuring your view, you can wonder to yourself if this was the worst you've ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;Philips LX2000 + 26PF532:&lt;br /&gt;The idea of buying an all-in-one media centre PC is that everything works together perfectly. This system promised so much, and the components looked great on paper, but it just didn't deliver the goods as a whole - just like the England football squad, really.&lt;br /&gt;New Standards Keyboard:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried writing a letter whilst one over the eight? It's a bit like typing on this alphabetically ordered keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;In our highly unscientific tests, it took our team of 10 testers an average of 8.6 seconds to type the sentence "the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" on the QWERTY keyboard, and a full 37.3 seconds to hunt down the letters and achieve a partial nervous breakdown on the NSK. Genius.&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/4363564362781614029-931645150254040886?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/931645150254040886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=931645150254040886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/931645150254040886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/931645150254040886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/technically-flopped-gadgets-of-2007.html' title='Technically Flopped Gadgets of 2007'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-2117102038970556143</id><published>2008-01-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:43:24.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it all is too boring its like the personality blues striking bak again ufffffffff i really get irritated when it happens well the weather is really awasome now days and em really turning the bluish sorta colors it really sucks a big time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-2117102038970556143?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2117102038970556143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=2117102038970556143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2117102038970556143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2117102038970556143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-it-all-is-too-boring-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-483476348237107493</id><published>2008-01-08T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:05:20.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emmmm damn tired today but hav to come here lolx yaar its worth making some bucks lolx had a long and tiredsome drive today to Shabqadar and in the weather that was here it was like hell&lt;br /&gt;the pace at the blog is piking up so hope to mantain it to the fullest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-483476348237107493?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363564362781614029.post-7755762637290994236</id><published>2008-01-07T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:46:53.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyberia'/><title type='text'>Did Bell steal phone idea? By Brian Bergstein</title><content type='html'>A new book claims to have definitive evidence of a long-suspected technological crime ó that Alexander Graham Bell stole ideas for the telephone from a rival, Elisha Gray.&lt;br /&gt;In "The Telephone Gambit: Chasing Alexander Graham Bell's Secret," journalist Seth Shulman argues that Bell ó aided by aggressive lawyers and a corrupt patent examiner ó got an improper peek at patent documents Gray had filed, and that Bell was erroneously credited with filing first. Shulman believes the smoking gun is Bell's lab notebook, which was restricted by Bell's family until 1976, then digitized and made widely available in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;The notebook details the false starts Bell encountered as he and assistant Thomas Watson tried transmitting sound electromagnetically over a wire. Then after a 12-day gap in 1876, Bell went to Washington to sort out patent questions about his work ó he suddenly began trying another kind of voice transmitter. That method was the one that proved successful. As Bell described that new approach, he sketched a diagram of a person speaking into a device. Gray's patent documents, which describe a similar technique, also feature a very similar diagram.&lt;br /&gt;Shulman's book, due out Jan. 7, recounts other elements that have piqued researchers' suspicions. For instance, Bell's transmitter design appears hastily written in the margin of his patent; Bell was nervous about demonstrating his device with Gray present; Bell resisted testifying in an 1878 lawsuit probing this question; and Bell, as if ashamed, quickly distanced himself from the telephone-monopoly bearing his name.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most instructive lesson comes when Shulman explores why historical memory has favored Bell not Gray, nor German inventor Philipp Reis, who beat them both with 1860s telephones that employed a different principle.&lt;br /&gt;One reason is simply that Bell, not Gray, actually demonstrated a phone that transmitted speech. Gray was focused instead on his era's pressing communications challenge: how to send multiple messages simultaneously over the same telegraph wire. As Gray huffed to his attorney, "I should like to see Bell do that with his apparatus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7755762637290994236?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7755762637290994236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7755762637290994236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7755762637290994236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7755762637290994236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-bell-steal-phone-idea-by-brian.html' title='Did Bell steal phone idea? By Brian Bergstein'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7530361571566993128</id><published>2008-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:43:42.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new section is now up to grab for all those who wants to read abt technology, in this section i would be gathering info abt various things related to the field of science and technology starting wid a very interesting topic see it for ur self in the cyberia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7530361571566993128?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7530361571566993128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7530361571566993128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7530361571566993128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7530361571566993128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-section-is-now-up-to-grab-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7718126495614152640</id><published>2008-01-05T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:35:41.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Spot'/><title type='text'>WindTalkers</title><content type='html'>Though there's been an abundance of war movies lately (ranging from the excellent Black Hawk Down to the overwrought We Were Soldiers), Windtalkers brings a fresh angle to this worn-out genre by telling the story of Navajo Indian code talkers.&lt;br /&gt;Set during the Second World War, the film opens with two very different men arriving at boot camp. The first, a veteran soldier named Joe (Nicolas Cage), harbors a tremendous amount of guilt over the loss of his previous platoon. The second, fresh-faced Indian cadet Ben Yahzee (Adam Beach), has been recruited as part of the army's new plan for keeping their code safe (all their previous attempts at surreptitious communication have been intercepted and broken by the enemy). The army has instead developed a new code, based upon the Navajo Indian language, and intends to send out a small number of Indians who can speak it. Each Navajo is assigned a bodyguard of sorts, in the guise of experienced soldiers. Ben is paired with Joe, but his attempts to make friends with the seasoned Marine are met with hostility. What Ben doesn't understand (and what Joe has been made all-too-aware of) is that should Ben be captured by the enemy, Joe has been ordered to kill the man - lest the code be broken. The rest of the film delivers exactly what you'd expect out of such a movie: War violence and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;Though it never really breaks any new ground in terms of its plot or characters, Windtalkers still stands out as one of the better war flicks to hit theaters in a good long while due mostly to creative direction and stellar acting. What really makes the film worth checking out (in a well-equipped theater, preferably) are the spectacular action sequences. Woo has never been known as a subtle director and his skills are put to good use here. Though his signature "doves-flying-in-slow-motion" shot is nowhere to be found, the swooping camerawork that's made him famous works especially well here. Let's face it, with the extreme proliferation of war movies, it takes a lot to create one that stands out (just ask Mel Gibson). And Woo's done it, by taking those cliches and using them to his advantage. Sure, some of the characters in Windtalkers seem awfully familiar, but when the story is this exciting and moves this quickly, that's pretty much inevitable. The only way out of that is to make a movie like Black Hawk Down, which - though certainly unique and harrowing - had characters that were virtually indistinguishable from one another.&lt;br /&gt;And as exciting as much of Windtalkers is, all of that would mean nothing without solid acting and characters worth rooting for. Cage, a thoroughly underappreciated actor, is very good as the bitter and grizzled veteran who reluctantly accepts the undesirable mission. But it's Beach who emerges as the standout. Known primarily for appearances in small movies like Smoke Signals, Beach proves that he's got what it takes to share the spotlight with someone as recognizable as Cage. It's their rocky relationship that gives the film its heart. There's also a lot of familiar faces in supporting roles, including Mark Ruffalo and Peter Stormare, but it's Christian Slater as a soldier with the same assignment as Cage that winds up the surprise of the movie. Slater, who's been keeping an unusually low profile as of late, demonstrates why he used to be such a big box office draw.&lt;br /&gt;The only fault of Windtalkers comes in the use of some really shoddy-looking stock footage, appearing in the form of guns atop a naval ship. Those guns were not exactly seamlessly integrated into the rest of the film, leading me to wonder why Woo and co. would skimp on such a pivotal point. Regardless, Windtalkers is one of the most exciting (not to mention violent) war movies to emerge in quite some time. This is the sort of movie that screams big screen treatment. Don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;****out of *****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7718126495614152640?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7718126495614152640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7718126495614152640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7718126495614152640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7718126495614152640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/windtalkers.html' title='WindTalkers'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-4307476283363127232</id><published>2008-01-05T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:43:05.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song In the Spot Light'/><title type='text'>Lost In Your Eyes By Rouge Wave</title><content type='html'>As  OST from Heroes season1 awasome track i have been listening to it for quite some time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the last train home,&lt;br /&gt;Birds pass by to tell me that I’m not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Over pushing myself to finish this part,&lt;br /&gt;Handle a lot,&lt;br /&gt;One thing I miss,&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this film?&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of walking through the avenues.&lt;br /&gt;Washing my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Attachment scared,&lt;br /&gt;Land on the Ground,&lt;br /&gt;One thing I miss,&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-4307476283363127232?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4307476283363127232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=4307476283363127232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4307476283363127232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4307476283363127232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-in-your-eyes-by-rouge-wave.html' title='Lost In Your Eyes By Rouge Wave'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6324558441965721145</id><published>2008-01-05T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:28:29.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Pashtunwalai...</title><content type='html'>Pashtunwalai, literally means the way of the Pashtuns, it’s the rules and regulations and laws of the Pashtun tribes which protected the world’s biggest tribal society. These rules are responsible for the survival of the Pashtun tribes for over 2000 years. Some of the rules go back to the days of Adam and eve and are still puritan today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANEWATEI:&lt;/strong&gt; Under Nanewatei a penitent enemy is forgiven and the feuding factions resume peaceful and friendly relations. Thus it creates a congenial atmosphere for peaceful co-existence and mutual understanding through eventual reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEEGA OR KANRAY:&lt;/strong&gt; Teega or Kanray is cessation of bloodshed between contending parties. Teega (putting down of a stone) in other words means a temporary truce declared by a Jirga. The word stone is used figuratively as actually no stone is put at the time of the cessation of hostilities. Once the truce is enforced, no party dares violate it for fear of punitive measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADAL:&lt;/strong&gt; (Eye for an Eye) Self-respect and sensitivity to insult is another essential trait of Pashtun character. The poorest among them has his own sense of dignity and honor and he vehemently refuses to submit to any insult. In fact every Pashtun considers himself equal if not better than his fellow tribesmen and an insult is, therefore, taken as scurrilous reflection on his character. An insult is sure to evoke insult and murder is likely to lead to a murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELMASTIA:&lt;/strong&gt; Pashtun have been described as one of the most hospitable peoples of the world. They consider Melmastia or generous hospitality as one of the finest virtues and greet their guest warmly with a broad smile on their faces. A Pashtun feels delighted to receive a guest regardless of his past relations or acquaintance and prepares a delicious meal for him and offers up to their ability the finest meals available to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOR:&lt;/strong&gt; Pashtuns are sensitive about the honor of their women folk and slight touching of the women is at times considered a serious and an intolerable offence. The cases of adultery and illicit relations are put down with iron hand in and no quarter is given to culprits either male or female. Casting of an evil eye on woman is tantamount to imperil one's life. Both sexes, therefore, scrupulously avoid indulgence in immoral practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHUNDI:&lt;/strong&gt; Ghundi is a classic case of balance of power in tribal areas. It is derived from Pashto word Ghund, meaning a political party but it is used for an alliance. As modern states enter into bilateral agreements for promotion of trade, cultivation of friendly relations and mutual defense, similarly various sections of a tribe align themselves in blocs or Ghunds to safeguard their common interests. Ghundi is entered into defeat the aggressive and nefarious designs of a hostile neighbor. In tribal fighting the Ghundi members espouse their mutual interests against their common enemy and act as a corporate body with all the resources at their command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOKHAY WARKAWAL:&lt;/strong&gt; Lokhay Warkawal literally means `giving of a pot' but it implies the protection of an individual or a tribe. A weaker tribe to a stronger one with the object of ensuring its safety and security generally gives Lokhay. It is accepted in the form of a sacrificial animal such as a goat or a sheep. When a tribe accepts a Lokhay from another tribe, it undertakes the responsibility of safeguarding the latter's interests against its enemies and protects it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASHKAR:&lt;/strong&gt; Lashkar is an armed party, which goes out from a village or tribe for warlike purposes. The Lashkar may consist of a hundred to several thousand men. The Lashkar assembled for Jihad (Holy Struggle) is usually very large. The decisions of a Jirga, if violated by a party, are enforced through a tribal Lashkar. The Lashkar thus performs the functions of police in the event of a breach of tribal law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIGHA:&lt;/strong&gt; Chigha means a pursuit party. The Chigha party is formed or taken out in case armed bandits with the object of lifting cattle, looting property or abducting an inmate of the village, raid a village. Composed of armed persons, the Chigha party goes in pursuit of the raiders to affect the release of the cattle etc or recover the stolen property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARR:&lt;/strong&gt; A mutual accord between two tribes or villagers themselves with regard to a certain matter is called Tarr. For instance, after sowing wheat or any other crop, the people of the village agree not to let loose their cattle to graze in the fields and thus damage the crop. The man whose cattle are found grazing in the fields in violation of this agreement has no right to claim compensation for an injury caused to his cattle by the owner of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MLA TARR&lt;/strong&gt;: Mla Tarr, which literally means `girding up of loins' denotes two things. Firstly it is used for all such members of a family who are capable of carrying and using firearms. Secondly, it means espousing the cause of a man against his enemies and providing him with an armed party. The tribesmen resort to Mla Tarr when a person belonging to their village or tribe is attacked, mal-treated or disgraced by their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADRAGHA:&lt;/strong&gt; An armed party escorting a fugitive or a visitor to his destination is called Badragha. Badragha is a guarantee for the safety of a man who is either hotly pursued by his enemies or there is an apprehension of his being killed on his way home. An armed party accompanies such a man as Badragha or `escort' to ensure his safe return to the place of his abode. Badragha is never attacked by the second party because of fear of reprisals and the blood feud that is sure to follow if an attack is made on it. The Badragha convoy can be depended upon only within its own geographical limits; beyond it, the people of other tribes take the charge to convoy the traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILGA:&lt;/strong&gt; The word Bilga is used for stolen property. A man is held responsible for theft or burglary if any of the stolen articles are recovered from his house. In such a case he is obliged to make good the loss sustained by the afflicted person. He, however, stands absolved of Bilga if he discloses the source or the persons from whom he had purchased the stolen articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTA:&lt;/strong&gt; Bota means carrying away. It is a sort of retaliatory action against an aggressor. For instance, if a creditor fails to recover his debt from the debtor, he resorts to Bota by seizing his cattle or one of his kith and kin. The creditor keeps them as hostages till his dues are fully realized or the debtor has furnished a security to make payment within a specified period to the creditor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BARAMTA:&lt;/strong&gt; Baramta like Bota is resorted to when the grievances of a party are not redressed or a debtor adopts delaying tactics in respect of payment of a debt to the creditor. The word Baramta is derived from Persian word Baramad, which means recovery or restitution of property etc. Under Baramta hostages are held to ransom till the accused returns the claimed property. The Pashtuns consider it an act against their sense of honor and contrary to the principles of Pashtunwali to lay their hands on dependent classes such as blacksmiths, tailors, barbers and butchers etc belonging to the debtor's village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BALANDRA OR ASHAR:&lt;/strong&gt; Balandra or Ashar can be best described as a village aid program under which a particular task is accomplished on the basis of mutual cooperation and assistance. At the time of sowing or harvesting, the villagers lend a helping hand to the man who seeks their help. They take out their pair of bullocks to plough his fields at sowing time and assist him in reaping his crops at the time of harvest. The man, thus obliged, by the fellow villagers holds a feast in their honor in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEERATA:&lt;/strong&gt; Meerata means complete annihilation of the male members of a family by brutal assassination. This is not a custom but a criminal act. Under Meerata, the stronger member of family used to assassinate their weak but near relatives with the sole object of removing them from the line of inheritance and gaining forcible possession of their lands, houses and other property. The tribal law seriously views this kind of cold-blooded murder and persons responsible for such an inhumane and ghastly act cannot escape the wrath of Pashtuns. The Jirga immediately assembles to take suitable action against the culprits. The penalty is usually in the form of setting on fire their houses and other property and expulsion of the culprits from their area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAZ:&lt;/strong&gt; The word Saz is used for blood money or compensation in lieu of killing. Under the custom of Saz a person who feels penitent after committing a deliberate murder, approaches the deceased's family through a Jirga and offers to make payment of blood money to end enmity between them. All hostilities come to an end between the parties after acceptance of Saz. Sometimes the payment of compensation takes the form of giving a girl in marriage to the aggrieved party. It is also called Swarah, which binds together the two parties in blood relations and thus helps in eradicating ill will and feelings of enmity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITBAR:&lt;/strong&gt; Itbar, which means trust, or guaranteed assurance or is the arch of society, which is governed by un-written laws or conventions. All business including contracts relating to sale and mortgage or disposal of property, is transacted on the basis of trust or Itbar. Such transactions are verbal and are entered into in the presence of the village elders or a few witnesses. The violation of Itbar is considered to be dishonorable act, un-becoming of gentleman and contrary to the norms of Pashtunwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAMSAYA:&lt;/strong&gt; The word Hamsaya stands for a neighbor but in Pashto it applies to a man who abandons his home either due to poverty or blood feud and seeks protection of an elder of another village. In this way the latter becomes his client or vassal. It is, therefore, incumbent upon the protector to save his Hamsaya from insult or injury from any source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6324558441965721145?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6324558441965721145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6324558441965721145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6324558441965721145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6324558441965721145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/puktoonwali.html' title='Pashtunwalai...'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-5822889874744748288</id><published>2008-01-05T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:15:42.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i guess and hope that this time em going to be really keeping things up todate well for now i hav got a new article on PUKHTOONWALI em trying to lay ma hand on a gud copy of the life time of Benazir the new hot topic these days soo sorry abt the way she was killed hope Pakistan wud be a safe and sound place soon AMEEN.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-5822889874744748288?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5822889874744748288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=5822889874744748288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5822889874744748288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5822889874744748288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-guess-and-hope-that-this-time-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8103107741566387508</id><published>2008-01-04T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:40:39.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>The Story of  HE !!!</title><content type='html'>Depressed with the proceedings of the last couple of weeks he was still not in the state of mind to accept that all members of his family had been wiped away in a single yet fatal blow of time with the recent blast that had taken place in the city mall.&lt;br /&gt;A silent tear ran down his cheek at the moment when he remembered that how some days back he was sitting next to his mom along with his sister and his two years old brother and he was teasing his sister who was about to be engaged and then at once burst into tears when he saw a flashback with open eyes of the horrific blast which in a fatal blow along with his family had wiped away many other families.&lt;br /&gt;It was a clear day and he had just given his exams and was free and preparing for his sister’s engagement, when his mom asked him to take them to the city mall because they had to get some groceries because soon the influx of the guest would start in a couple of days and it would be hard then to go out of house for shopping purposes.&lt;br /&gt;He was reluctant to go because a match between Pakistan and India was being telecast of the live and Pakistani batsmen for a change were on the top but yet his mother persuaded him to get up and pick up the car keys and he obeyed her command. He took the car out of the garage and in sometime his mother came out along with his sister and their little brother and they drove towards the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the mall he asked him mom if he could pay a visit to a friend who lived by while they would shop around and got the permission, he arrived at his friend place and spend sometime with him. After receiving a call from his mother he got into his car and then drove towards the city mall.&lt;br /&gt;He had just taken a right turn towards the mall that a huge blast took place and the mall that been standing there in moment was shattered and caught fire he was in his car some distance away but he also felt the blast as the main wind screen of his car broke with realizing much he yelled “Mother” and with all the bruises of the shattered glass he drove as fast as he could towards the mall by the time he reached a lot of people had gather to safe the injured or to take away the bodies of the deceased, it was in a frantic shocked that he was in he did not realize that he had jumped out of a running car and did not even bother to park it but ran straight towards the entrance as some men tried to stop him he yelled, “I have my family in there let me” and they let loose so if he had any survivor he could take them away.&lt;br /&gt;As he reached the blast place it was like if the mall has been painted in red, with blood all over the place. Bodies, heads, hands were lying as if someone had put a brutal human show for Hannibal’s he was shouting at all the might he had and looking here and while wiping the blood of his face and eyes so that he could see properly and then with a shock he say his little brother lying in a single piece but taking his last breaths, the moment he reached and picked him up he died in his hands with his eyes wide open and his face bloody red.&lt;br /&gt;He screamed like if someone had pierced his heart out of his chest and laid his body to aside to look for others. He was moving now swiftly through the bodies and looking to find some way or the other his mother and sister he was totally not in his senses but still trying hard to concentrate while taking a turn he bumped into a half body and yelled like he would not live for another moment it was the body of his sister.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to muster his strength to take her away, lost it completely when he saw his mother close by with her body in a pool of blood in such a way that he could not utter a single thing as he reached there he set aside the body of his sister and walked slowly towards the place where his mothers body was lying and then sat there beside it for a moment, took her head into his lap cleared her face which by the time was not really able to be recognized but he still he wiped away the blood and then cried like a baby for moments to follow.&lt;br /&gt;After which he mustered the last ounce of courage that he had in his body that had already been weakened and gathered all the three bodies with tears dripping like rain from his eyes and tried to take them out of the mall and in mean time some rescuers heard the agonizing cries and came to help him with the bodies but as they came he was crying as if there would be no tomorrow and talking to his mother’s body that he did not let anyone touch and was carrying her as he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;He woke up after three days of the time he had fainted to see his father by this side and jumped towards him and then started crying like a baby again and asking his father that no one was alive anymore his little brother, his to be engaged sister and his heaven had left him for ever.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a single story of the many families that have been ruined because of the bomb blasts and suicidal attacks. Will people ever learn to commit themselves to a cause which would bring a positive change not through violence but through peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8103107741566387508?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8103107741566387508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8103107741566387508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8103107741566387508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8103107741566387508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-he.html' title='The Story of  HE !!!'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1220473409171084306</id><published>2008-01-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:49:53.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long time em again trying to make ma self regular wid this blog that i had started wid alot of zeal and zest but now i want in to come into final grips and terms and hope i wud be able to do soo see ya guys wid new stuff soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-4363564362781614029.post-1281682966411171055</id><published>2007-10-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:54:43.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song In the Spot Light'/><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah By Plain White T'S</title><content type='html'>This is one of the few songs that really has been struck in my head for a couple of days now the sooting musik and its awasome simple lyrics really inspire me alot ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey There Delilah"Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just believe me, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My word is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd write it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'd have it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This ones for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you do to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1281682966411171055?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363564362781614029.post-4403606908258083999</id><published>2007-10-20T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:37:02.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em bak here at my base lolx yeah at my base to write new things afta my eid holidays break wah wah em sayin as if its like a job and i got a week off hahahahahaha yeah may be but damn its rough ride i mean the life full of shit that is ready to happen all the time .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-4403606908258083999?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363564362781614029.post-6668207979273299688</id><published>2007-10-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:31:05.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn was a tiring day wid no real events so mean em nt gonna write anything much but at the moment goin to watch Khuda Kae Leyae i heard its awasome let me see wait for it review it wud be here soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6668207979273299688?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6668207979273299688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6668207979273299688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6668207979273299688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6668207979273299688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-was-tiring-day-wid-no-real-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8192151651527883113</id><published>2007-10-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:00:49.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>Feeling of deprivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLZ DUN COPY THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These alleys remind me of my failures my pains&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget those promises which were all vague&lt;br /&gt;I have learned from my blunders my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But repeat them all over with innocent mistakes&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of deprivation is killing my instincts making me vague&lt;br /&gt;Numb and lost I walk with a wandering fate&lt;br /&gt;The angel of death smiles and looks upon me&lt;br /&gt;But I deceive him with my treacherous fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8192151651527883113?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8192151651527883113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8192151651527883113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8192151651527883113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8192151651527883113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-of-deprivation.html' title='Feeling of deprivation'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1774822377738252285</id><published>2007-10-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:32:46.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Who Were The Knights Templar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Following the victory of the First Crusade a group of knights, led by Hugues de Payens, offered themselves to the Patriarch of Jerusalem as a military force. This proposed military force had the mandate of protecting Christian pilgrims who were en route to the Holy Land In the year 1118 AD King Baldwin II granted the Templars quarters on the Temple Mount.&lt;br /&gt;For the first nine years of their existence, the order consisted of nine knights. Speculations of treasure hunting aside, one of the reasons for the limited number of members may have been the reluctance to take Templar vows. Chastity, poverty and obedience were hardly a lifestyle greatly sought after.&lt;br /&gt;In the year 1127 the Cistercian abbot, Bernard of Clairvaux, wrote a rule of order for the Templars that was based on his own Cistercian order's rule of conduct. Additionally, Bernard did a great deal to promote the Templars.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Bernard's greatest contribution to the order was a letter that he wrote to Hugues de Payens, entitled De laude novae militae (In praise of the new knighthood.)&lt;br /&gt;This letter swept throughout Christendom with the result being that many men, of noble birth, joined the ranks of the Templar Order. Those who were unable to join often gifted the Templars with land and other valuables.&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that the Templars were not permitted, by their rule, to own much of anything personally, there was no such restriction on the order as a whole. As such the gifts of land were accepted and put to immediate use by the order.&lt;br /&gt;From humble beginnings of poverty in 1118, when the order relied on alms from traveling pilgrims, the Order quickly grew to have the backing of the Holy See and the collective European monarchies.&lt;br /&gt;In the process, the order became wealthy. Aside form the gifts showered upon them, they were experts in commerce and free from the taxation and tithes imposed on other orders.&lt;br /&gt;However, in less than two centuries, the Templars would meet their demise perhaps because of their wealth or fear of their seemingly limitless powers. It is generally agreed that Philip IV was envious of the Templar's wealth and sought to secure it for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the motivation, the order was taken down at the hands of Pope Clement V and the King of France in 1307. On October 13, 1307 Philip had the Templars arrested on grounds of heresy; since this was the only charge that would allow the seizing of their money and assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Templars were tortured and confessions were given. These confessions included:&lt;br /&gt;Trampling and spitting on the cross Homosexuality and Sodomy Worshipping of an idol named Baphomet. Philip was successful in ridding the Templars of their power and wealth and urged all fellow Christian leaders to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;On March 19th, 1314 the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Jacques de Molay, was burned at the stake. De Molay is said to have cursed King Philip and Pope Clement as he burned, asking both men to join him in death within a year.&lt;br /&gt;Whether the story is an apocryphal legend or a matter of historical fact depends largely on one's point of view. However, Pope Clement V died only one month later and Philip IV seven months after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1774822377738252285?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1774822377738252285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1774822377738252285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1774822377738252285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1774822377738252285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-were-knights-templar.html' title='Who Were The Knights Templar?'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-56720994353652516</id><published>2007-10-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:20:29.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow yaar its really fun to tease ppl around yaar kushal ma buddy was at the end then came dexter and shadu the ever ready battery hahahahahahahhaha well had a rough day today as well and tomorrow is the last working day of IMS it wud be fun and at the moment em really into teasing ppl agian hahahahah its awaful fun broooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;well Eid this time around wud be alot sedate than usual and it has its reasons cuz wud be at psh rather than ma village GOD i miss those days when used to hav fun wid ma grand parents GOD BLESS THEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-56720994353652516?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/56720994353652516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=56720994353652516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/56720994353652516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/56720994353652516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-yaar-its-really-fun-to-tease-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-2925483681010388401</id><published>2007-10-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:23:41.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaar em really dizzy tonight dun knw why and hav a paper tomorrow for whihc i wud study at sehre hahahahahahahahhaha well yaar neva did a gud thing in ma life till now well and em positve wun do anything further even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-2925483681010388401?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2925483681010388401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=2925483681010388401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2925483681010388401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2925483681010388401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/yaar-em-really-dizzy-tonight-dun-knw.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-5063307782889025956</id><published>2007-10-06T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:40:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn yaar its fun to eat alot mroe than u can adjust n i really had it today was full like a dustbin hahahahahahahaha was a gr8 day today had quality time wid many of ma buddies blast in actual terms well most of the time was either infront of PC or infront of pate eating hahahahha or talking wid shadu ma best pal around ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow wud ba gr8 day many things pending are to be done wid alot of flair and hey paper on monday inshallah i wud do it gr8 man chelam u really fuked up am plans but yaar i'll do soemthing and yaar aga chingchi mae nazar ta rala wae i miss th walnut fudge and icecream yamiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-5063307782889025956?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5063307782889025956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=5063307782889025956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5063307782889025956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5063307782889025956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-yaar-its-fun-to-eat-alot-mroe-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1222807505322273926</id><published>2007-10-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:23:10.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Spot'/><title type='text'>The Terminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the writing's been on the wall for some time now; after several less-than-stellar efforts, Steven Spielberg's finally emerged with a mediocre film. While this isn't to say that The Terminal is bad, it's impossible to shake the feeling that it belongs on the small screen. And coming from a director as visionary as Spielberg, that's certainly not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The plotless film follows a foreigner named Viktor Navorski (Tom Hanks), whose homeland of Krakozhia undergoes a violent revolution while he's in the air, leaving him without a country when he lands. The airport's head of security, Frank Dixon (Stanley Tucci), is unable to let Viktor either leave the terminal or fly home - forcing the confused and befuddled man to live within the confines of the airport.&lt;br /&gt;The film is comprised mostly of comedic vignettes that aren't all that funny - though the way some audience members were bellowing with laughter, you'd think this was one of the most hilarious movies ever made (now I know how Nick Nolte felt in Cape Fear). The screenplay, by Sacha Gervasi and Jeff Nathanson, revels in sitcom clichés and stock characterizations - giving the film a distinctly sentimental feel. Now, it'd be easy to say that this is Spielberg's attempt at a Capra-esque fantasy, but even Capra didn't play things quite so obviously. This is a movie that not only has a completely superfluous villain, but he's an over-the-top villain to boot.&lt;br /&gt;The convenient manner in which the various storylines are resolved is exacerbated by the fact that the majority of these characters are just too cute to be believable. There's nothing wrong with a stereotype here and there, but the movie is overrun by quirky figures - which undermines the occasional glimpses of genuine emotion. Hanks' Viktor should have been absolutely compelling - he still is to a certain extent, thanks primarily to Hanks' expectedly wonderful performance - but the screenplay forces him to interact with these well-cast but ultimately implausible characters.&lt;br /&gt;While there's no denying that the set in which The Terminal's been filmed is impressive, Spielberg - along with cinematographer Janusz Kaminski - never really takes advantage of its grandeur, except when blatently lingering on some painfully obvious product placement. The film's look is surprisingly bland, in fact; the only real indication that this is a Spielberg film are the many instances of lens flare, a trick the director has inexplicably become obsessed with as of late.&lt;br /&gt;About the best thing one can say about The Terminal is that it's cute and inoffensive - not exactly high praise when talking about a movie directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Tom Hanks.&lt;br /&gt;**out of***** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1222807505322273926?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1222807505322273926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1222807505322273926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1222807505322273926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1222807505322273926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/terminal.html' title='The Terminal'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7263506273373636928</id><published>2007-10-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:12:36.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wow yaar i can still sense the taste of that walnut fudge and ice cream yammi .... hahahahaha thins shows wat a gr8 time i ahd today doesn't it by the way had a paper today it was lyk a hell long one thirty questions my gangus the mangus the teacher was outa mind shuvv i had not studied for it heheheheheh but i believed my instincts and backed my general knowledge and did it wid flying colors so AMIN SIR i won lolx.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7263506273373636928?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7263506273373636928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7263506273373636928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7263506273373636928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7263506273373636928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-yaar-i-can-still-sense-taste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-903478405792745676</id><published>2007-10-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:10:22.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn i feel relieved to see that the blog opened today well its late at night but yet it opened wow yaar had few tense days che wats goin here but now i guess i kwn when to open it up lolx it was another gr8 day wid some sweet blunders but yet it really ruled today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had quality time spent wid ma frnds in the evening and in the night and the paper for tomorrow hehehehehehenae war koma da paper sa kae oka plara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-903478405792745676?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/903478405792745676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=903478405792745676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/903478405792745676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/903478405792745676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-i-feel-relieved-to-see-that-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7748269429387695344</id><published>2007-10-03T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:50:20.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Spot'/><title type='text'>Gangs Of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one of the best movies that i have watched till date here goes its review, The film opens in 1846, and a battle between natives (those who were born in America) and immigrants is about to commence. The natives are lead by a fierce man known as Bill the Butcher (Daniel Day-Lewis), while Priest Vallon (Liam Neeson) heads up the immigrants. The battle is swift but brutal, leaving Vallon dead - and his son, a witness to the event, grows up (and is played by Leonardo DiCaprio) and becomes determined to exact his revenge on Bill.&lt;br /&gt;Though director Martin Scorsese's original cut apparently ran close to four hours (and has since been pared down to 165 minutes), overlength is the primary problem with the film. While the opening and closing fight sequences are fantastic, ranking with some of the best work Scorsese has ever done, the middle two hours isn't quite up to that level. The movie's always entertaining, make no mistake about that, but after such an explosive opening, it's impossible not to become somewhat disappointed by the routine mid-section. The plot, which deals mostly with the politics surrounding the war draft, isn't particularly interesting, and though Scorsese doesn't dwell on it, it does become a pivotal catalyst for the action that dominates the last 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Still, Gangs of New York is easily one of the most ambitious movies to hit movie screens in a good long while, and it's one of those rare big-budget flicks that actually looks as though every penny was spent. Scorsese and his production team have assembled an entire town seemingly from scratch, and it just looks amazing. Right from the first few minutes, it's easy enough to see that a lot of work has gone into creating a wholly unique and visually arresting world that (at times) is far more interesting than the film itself.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, it's impossible to talk about the film without mentioning Day-Lewis' completely astounding performance. The actor apparently spent a couple of months working as a butcher to prepare and even stayed in character while on the set, and it's clear that his devotion has paid off. His Bill the Butcher is simply one of the most electrifying and mesmerizing characters to hit the big screen all year, and Day-Lewis' performance will certainly be remembered come Oscar time. He's so good that the other actors tend to be forgotten after the film's ended, though DiCaprio does give a performance that proves he's more than just a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Gangs of New York will probably hold more interest for viewers interested in American history, but for the rest of us, the film is a diverting enough way to spend close to three hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7748269429387695344?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7748269429387695344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7748269429387695344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7748269429387695344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7748269429387695344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/gangs-of-new-york.html' title='Gangs Of New York'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-4791432348533712630</id><published>2007-10-03T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:43:43.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn yaar the net is really making me go round and round yaar what the hell it is yaar i can't get my self logged in at ma home thats why i can not really get ma blog updated everyday mara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-4791432348533712630?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4791432348533712630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=4791432348533712630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4791432348533712630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4791432348533712630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-yaar-net-is-really-making-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8259086955654667976</id><published>2007-10-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:51:23.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>G8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Group of Eight (G8) is an international forum for the governments of Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, Russia, the United Kingdom and the United States. Together, these countries represent about 65% of the world economy and the majority of global military power (7 of the top 8 positions for military expenditure, and almost all active nuclear weapons). The group's activities include year-round conferences and policy research, culminating with an annual summit meeting attended by the heads of government of the member states. The European Commission is also represented at the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Each year, member states of the G8 take turns assuming the presidency of the group. The holder of the presidency sets the group's annual agenda and hosts the summit for that year.&lt;br /&gt;The concept of a forum for the world's major industrialised democracies emerged following the 1973 oil crisis and subsequent global recession. In 1974, the United States created the Library Group, an informal gathering of senior financial officials from the United States, the United Kingdom, West Germany, Japan and France, In 1975, French President Valéry Giscard d'Estaing invited the heads of government from West Germany, Italy, Japan, the United Kingdom and the United States to a summit in Rambouillet. The six leaders agreed to an annual meeting organised under a rotating presidency, forming the Group of Six (G6). The following year, Canada joined the group at the behest of U.S. President Gerald Ford, and the group became known as the Group of Seven (G7). The European Union is represented by the President of the European Commission and the leader of the country that holds the Presidency of the Council of the European Union and has attended all meetings since it was first invited by the United Kingdom in 1977.&lt;br /&gt;The Cold War ended with the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991, and Russia became the successor state. Beginning with the 1994 Naples summit, Russian officials held a separate meeting with leaders of the G7 after the main summit. This group became known as the Political 8 (P8), or colloquially as the "G7 plus 1". At the initiative of United States President Bill Clinton, Russia formally joined the group in 1997, resulting in the Group of Eight (G8).&lt;br /&gt;The G8 is intended to be an informal forum, and it therefore lacks an administrative structure like those for international organizations, such as the United Nations or the World Bank. The group does not have a permanent secretariat, or offices for its members. The presidency of the group rotates annually among the member countries, with each new term beginning on January 1 of the year. The country holding the presidency is responsible for planning and hosting a series of ministerial-level meetings, leading up to a mid-year summit attended by the heads of government.&lt;br /&gt;The ministerial meetings bring together ministers responsible for various portfolios to discuss issues of mutual or global concern. The range of topics include health, law enforcement, labour, economic and social development, energy, environment, foreign affairs, justice and interior, terrorism and trade. There are also a separate set of meetings known as the "G8+5", created during the 2005 Gleneagles, Scotland summit, that is attended by finance and energy ministers from all eight member countries in addition to the five "Outreach Countries": China, Mexico, India, Brazil and South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;In June 2005, justice ministers and interior ministers from the G8 countries agreed to launch an international database on pedophiles. The G8 officials also agreed to pool data on terrorism, subject to restrictions by privacy and security laws in individual countries.&lt;br /&gt;As the annual summits are extremely high profile, they are subject to extensive lobbying by advocacy groups and street demonstrations by activists.&lt;br /&gt;The most well-known criticisms centre on the assertion that members of G8 are responsible for global issues such as poverty in Africa and developing countries due to debt and trading policy, global warming due to carbon dioxide emission, the AIDS problem due to strict medicine patent policy and other problems that are related to globalization. G8 leaders are pressured to take responsibility to combat problems they are accused of creating. For example, Live 8, a series of concerts in July 2005 to coincide with the 31st G8 summit, was intended to promote global awareness and to encourage G8 leaders to "Make Poverty History". Live 8 organizers also proposed that G8 member nations adjust their national budgets to allow for 0.7% to go towards foreign aid as outlined in Agenda 21 of the 1992 Rio de Janeiro Earth Summit.&lt;br /&gt;Another criticism revolves around the membership of the G8. With the exclusion of the People's Republic of China, the fourth largest economy in the world the G8 no longer represents the concentration of economic power it did when it was created. The lack of representation from the 'global south' leads many critics to label the G8 as an institution to continue western economic domination.&lt;br /&gt;Of the anti-globalization movement protests, the largest was that of the 27th G8 summit in Genoa in 2001. Summits since have been hosted outside of major cities. The opening day of the 2005 summit meeting in Scotland was accompanied by a series of synchronized terrorist bombings in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8259086955654667976?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8259086955654667976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8259086955654667976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8259086955654667976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8259086955654667976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/g8.html' title='G8'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-3748445950266483094</id><published>2007-10-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:19:26.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To find myself in a gud state afta whta i went thought last two day damn it was life my coul being taken away by the way the day was fine not a gr8 deal happened today as i wasn bak home wid nufin to do virtually so not much to write home abt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-3748445950266483094?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3748445950266483094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=3748445950266483094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3748445950266483094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3748445950266483094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-find-myself-in-gud-state-afta-whta-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1817062636378944228</id><published>2007-09-30T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:43:28.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WaoOOOOO!!!  what a day it has been it started wid a bang and i was like spreading alot of material i had eaten bak the otha nite in vomits all th day long wae yaar it really took the shit outa me today even at the moment em like shit all over weakened like hell but u knw hav to catch up with some things that can't be ignored even if u want to for that reason i'm here by the way the start was a bad one but the day ain't that bad it self it really has settled down into a gud noon and night now when em watchin salam-i-ishq as well so it has changed alot frm the way it all started but yet i get totally freakouts when i think abt the exhausting vomits i had earlier today :P lolx freakshow really but was fun it really took the shit out a me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1817062636378944228?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1817062636378944228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1817062636378944228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1817062636378944228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1817062636378944228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/waoooooo-what-day-it-has-been-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7891848935836714691</id><published>2007-09-29T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:57:54.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Spot'/><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sweet November" may be a work of romantic hokum about a savage power-yuppie who learns to slow down and discover love in the arms of a quirky, perky girl with a tragic secret -- but as such sappy movies go, this is one that hits all the right notes.&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron proved they have couples chemistry as husband and wife in &lt;a name="devilsad"&gt;"The Devil's Advocate."&lt;/a&gt; Here they do the opposites-attract thing with great success and use their charisma to overcome what by all rights should be a script full of romantic clichés.&lt;br /&gt;Reeves plays shallow, ruthless, arrogant ad industry hotshot Nelson Moss, who shows his astronomical self-centeredness in the picture's opening scene. It's early morning and he's having sex with his girlfriend -- until his alarm clock goes off. The second it does, he says "thanks, that was great" before jumping up, walking across his uber-modern high-rent loft, turning on his entire wall of high-tech TVs and brainstorming an ad campaign for a major client.&lt;br /&gt;Theron plays Sara Deever, a San Francisco "free spirit" who has a strange habit of taking in stray men who are psychological fixer-uppers. She moves them into her North Beach apartment for one month, uses her unexplained gift for metaphysical bandaging to set them right, then moves on to the next fella.&lt;br /&gt;When these two meet during a debacle at the Department of Motor Vehicles, Sara immediately sees in Nelson her most challenging project yet and begins hassling him to move out of the Sharper Image condo and into her funky, low-rent walk-up for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;He, of course, thinks she's nuts. But when he loses a multi-million dollar account (by proposing a highly sexualized campaign for a family-oriented hot dog company), gets fired and his much-neglected girlfriend moves out -- all on the same day -- he succumbs to Sara's badgering. He figures, at least for the moment, he hasn't anything to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Theron is perfectly cast as the effervescent Sara, who seems to have double-dipped in the joie de vivre. She completely inhabits her character's contagious carefree charm, making the audience fall in love with her even faster than Nelson does. Theron provides the character an esoteric depth, giving her man-a-month habit a nagging feeling of desperate compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;She's also the ideal foil for Nelson's funless, judgmental glibness. Sara can so easily and cheerfully slap his ego down that she makes him nervous. She's the kind of grown-up girl who does cartwheels on the beach while he watches with his hands thrust misanthropically in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Reeves, who has become much better at picking roles that suit him, fits well into Nelson's supercilious skin. He really turns on the hubris in the scenes that lead to him getting fired. He also does a fine job projecting the unaccustomed abashment Nelson feels when Sara takes charge of his life.&lt;br /&gt;As their month together progresses, his transformation into a stop-and-smell-the-roses guy under her tutelage is altogether quite winning. Too bad he's so unconvincing when it comes time for this movie's "you complete me"-type romantic climax.&lt;br /&gt;But director Pat O'Connor ("Circle of Friends," &lt;a name="abbotts"&gt;"Inventing the Abbotts"&lt;/a&gt;) never lets the movie's hackneyed conventions (Nelson revisiting his unhappy childhood, Sara's gay best friend) steamroll over the magnetism between his stars.&lt;br /&gt;Romance movie protocols are followed (a passionate argument in the rain, a bubble bath for two), but seasoned with a touch of imaginative enthusiasm. Dialogue is amusingly sassy, but not overindulgently clever. O'Connor even keeps the story's fateful, tearjerker plot turn on a short leash, playing the heartstrings obligingly but tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet November" (which, by the way, is a remake of a 1968 movie of the same name) may have an obvious story arc. It may, at its core, be a textbook chick flick punctuated by a soundtrack of smoky-voiced girly alt-pop anthems (Enya, Stevie Nicks, Paula Cole, k.d. lang).&lt;br /&gt;But it is sweet. It is eminently romantic, warm and satisfying. And even if Keanu's heart-rending tears in the last reel look suspiciously like special effects, this is a movie likely to inspire the real thing in the softies in the audience. And even we cynics will feel a little warm and fuzzy when the credits roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7891848935836714691?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7891848935836714691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7891848935836714691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7891848935836714691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7891848935836714691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-7555771386454613892</id><published>2007-09-29T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:38:46.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Child Labor</title><content type='html'>Child labor is the employment of children under an age determined by law or custom. This practice is considered exploitative by many countries and international organizations. Child labor was utilized to varying extents through most of history, but entered public dispute with the beginning of universal schooling, with changes in working conditions during industrialization, and with the emergence of the concepts of workers' and children's rights.&lt;br /&gt;Child labor can be factory work, mining[ or quarrying, agriculture, helping in the parents' business, having one's own small business (for example selling food), or doing odd jobs. Some children work as guides for tourists, sometimes combined with bringing in business for shops and restaurants (where they may also work as waiters). Other children are forced to do tedious and repetitive jobs such as assembling boxes, polishing shoes, stocking a store's products, or cleaning. However, rather than in factories and sweatshops, most child labor occurs in the informal sector, "selling on the street, at work in agriculture or hidden away in houses — far from the reach of official labor inspectors and from media scrutiny."&lt;br /&gt;According to UNICEF, there are an estimated 218 million children aged 5 to 17 in child labor worldwide, excluding child domestic labor. The most controversial forms of work include the military use of children as well as child prostitution. Less controversial, and often legal with some restrictions, are work as child actors and child singers, as well as agricultural work outside of the school year (seasonal work).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-7555771386454613892?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7555771386454613892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=7555771386454613892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7555771386454613892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/7555771386454613892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-168839293298552817</id><published>2007-09-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:29:40.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a gr8 day today spent most of the time wid ma buddy shady boi today so the day really was spent at a fast pace ..... nur after the aftari it was like a gud days outing after it well shady agian came had a gr8 time then adnan moto gave me company was jus gud day overall and by the way jhalak was gud to start off i neva saw the end though ronit danced gr8 keep it up em penning ma money on him he wud come out wid the prize at the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-168839293298552817?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/168839293298552817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=168839293298552817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/168839293298552817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/168839293298552817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-gr8-day-today-spent-most-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1175428835307487492</id><published>2007-09-28T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:24:20.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Spot'/><title type='text'>New Section !!! Entertainment Spot</title><content type='html'>This is the new entertainment section that would be having some good music and movie reviews so i hope many would love it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Michael Bay and with Steven Spielsberg in the producer's chair, this movie was sure to create waves and so it did!&lt;br /&gt;Based on the famous Transformers franchise, the movie is all about giant machino-robots, cars, jets, tanks and cartoon characters which have an appeal not just for children, but its unorthodox style and a bash of reality has also made a place in the hearts of the mature audiences too.&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves around two clans of gigantic machines, the transformers, among whom a war re-erupts on earth. Optimus the protagonist ruler of the noble clan, the Autobots, is in search of the Allspark, which is in custody of the villainous clan, the Decepticons. The Allspark has the powers to convert any normal electrical and mechanical appliance into real life Transformers and it is the driving force of all the Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;In the quest of finding the Allspark, the Transformers come to earth in the form of earth vehicles and here starts the battle between the two clans to retrieve the Allspark with the help of humans and secure it in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be said that the mind boggling action sequences and the special effects make it just the thing as there are some lapses in the storyline which sometimes seems weak and lame. Another thing that I noticed in the movie is that the human characters become insignificant as soon as the machines take over the screen. However, the fun packed humour of the machines seasons the hard line action and makes it more of an entertainer through and through. For all the techno-machine geeks this movie is a real treat and a must watch for those who are looking for some good two hours of excitement and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy Us Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1175428835307487492?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1175428835307487492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1175428835307487492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1175428835307487492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1175428835307487492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-section-entertainment-spot.html' title='New Section !!! Entertainment Spot'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-3526471844946378424</id><published>2007-09-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:13:08.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>E-Commerce a gr8 leap</title><content type='html'>Electronic commerce, commonly known as e-commerce or eCommerce, consists of the buying and selling of products or services over electronic systems such as the Internet and other computer networks. The amount of trade conducted electronically has grown dramatically since the wide introduction of the Internet. A wide variety of commerce is conducted in this way, including things such as electronic funds transfer, supply chain management, e-marketing, online marketing, online transaction processing, electronic data interchange (EDI), automated inventory management systems, and automated data collection systems. Modern electronic commerce typically uses the World Wide Web at least some point in the transaction's lifecycle, although it can encompass a wide range of technologies such as e-mail as well.&lt;br /&gt;A small percentage of electronic commerce is conducted entirely electronically for "virtual" items such as access to premium content on a website, but most electronic commerce eventually involves physical items and their transportation in at least some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-3526471844946378424?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3526471844946378424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=3526471844946378424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3526471844946378424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3526471844946378424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-commerce-gr8-leap.html' title='E-Commerce a gr8 leap'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-240422862136484619</id><published>2007-09-28T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:08:56.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn the net is really playin on my nerves it really suks a big deal these days dun knw wat the PUK is goin on it really is motha pukin hard time cuz i need it the most these days .....&lt;br /&gt; The things are really moving forward i mean che today the jhalak dekhlaja started off damn some gud dances all around and well the nach baliyae is also an awasome show both gives each otha run for the money by the way hmmmm da orkut bandae sook ra galal and yeah a new category wud be setup today here so i guess it wud be fun then ciao !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-240422862136484619?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/240422862136484619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=240422862136484619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/240422862136484619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/240422862136484619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-net-is-really-playin-on-my-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6216955620746243962</id><published>2007-09-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:29:59.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>E-Business The New Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Electronic Business, or "e-Business", may be defined broadly as any business process that relies on an automated information system. Today, this is mostly done with Web-based technologies. The term "e-Business" was coined by Lou Gerstner, CEO of IBM.Electronic business methods enable companies to link their internal and external data processing systems more efficiently and flexibly, to work more closely with suppliers and partners, and to better satisfy the needs and expectations of their customers.In practice, e-business is more than just e-commerce. While e-business refers to more strategic focus with an emphasis on the functions that occur using electronic capabilities, e-commerce is a subset of an overall e-business strategy. E-commerce seeks to add revenue streams using the World Wide Web or the Internet to build and enhance relationships with clients and partners and to improve efficiency using the Empty Vessel strategy. Often, e-commerce involves the application of knowledge management systems.E-business involves business processes spanning the entire value chain: electronic purchasing and supply chain management, processing orders electronically, handling customer service, and cooperating with business partners. Special technical standards for e-business facilitate the exchange of data between companies. E-business software solutions allow the integration of intra and inter firm business processes. E-business can be conducted using the Web, the Internet, intranets, extranets, or some combination of these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6216955620746243962?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6216955620746243962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6216955620746243962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6216955620746243962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6216955620746243962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-business-new-buzz.html' title='E-Business The New Buzz'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-5212783216081936921</id><published>2007-09-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:12:37.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn i feel alot relaxed and dun knw why hahahahahahahaha well i guess mood swings a big time in ma case by the way a new apprentice dude i jus lub the show cuz it really get the creative person in me to wake up and Stephanie won it damn a first lady apprentice kewl i jus watched Grey's anatomy today looks like a kewl show well i lub watching these english dramas cuz they hav some substance not like the star plus bullshit .....&lt;br /&gt;   By the way the mag thingy is catchin upon fast now i really hav to get down to business at the weekend wishing maself luck ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-5212783216081936921?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5212783216081936921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=5212783216081936921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5212783216081936921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/5212783216081936921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-i-feel-alot-relaxed-and-dun-knw.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8643288780015132718</id><published>2007-09-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:19:55.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE</title><content type='html'>John Keats (1795-1821)an awasome poet had a very short span of time but the work he had done lives on till date and gives path to various many people to write quality stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,&lt;br /&gt;Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry,&lt;br /&gt;Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;&lt;br /&gt;When I behold, upon the night's starred face,&lt;br /&gt;Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,&lt;br /&gt;And think that I may never live to trace,&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel, fair creature of an hour&lt;br /&gt;That I shall never look upon thee more,&lt;br /&gt;Never have relish in the faery power&lt;br /&gt;Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,&lt;br /&gt;Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8643288780015132718?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8643288780015132718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8643288780015132718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8643288780015132718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8643288780015132718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-have-fears-that-i-may-cease-to.html' title='WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1365923418310243152</id><published>2007-09-25T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:40:07.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr i'm really in a bad mood today i had planned alot for the post today but the isp had given me a headache today and em really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;by the way it was a fun filled day today had a blast till the time i came and connected the net arrrrrrrrrrr really had a very bad time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1365923418310243152?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1365923418310243152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1365923418310243152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1365923418310243152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1365923418310243152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/brrrrrrrrrrrrrr-im-really-in-bad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-362661060254791278</id><published>2007-09-24T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:25:11.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it guys it all come down again to the fact that Pakistan has never won a worldcup game from India come on guys what's going on yaar i thought Paksitan had their best chance today but anyways in a game there is a winner and a loser i guess India was the better team today so gud luck to them and it's not a big deal mara we'll win it the next time lolx... i guess em being a lil too much optimistic lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way this adsense thing really has been rocking i'm just two days into it i stil feel i can get more results from it as time goes on this net is really making me go nuts mate its like hell sitting and working on it and whn it doesnot do wat u want it to do u feel  like ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-362661060254791278?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/362661060254791278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=362661060254791278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/362661060254791278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/362661060254791278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-it-guys-it-all-come-down-again-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-2807088567976157935</id><published>2007-09-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:51:24.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th sept a date at which there was an incident in my family a cuxin of mine was born lolx i'm sayin an incident becuz he really is a wreckage machine, atotal bulldozer.&lt;br /&gt;By the way the indian idol finally got to the final thingy today and prashant won it bro wow its like fate few months bak no one knew him now he has a a car, a contract and around 1 karod rupees wow damn pure luck bro!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-2807088567976157935?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2807088567976157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=2807088567976157935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2807088567976157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/2807088567976157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/24th-sept-date-at-which-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6674800607876561972</id><published>2007-09-22T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:51:57.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its has been quite an eventful day at least the game of cricket is concerned cuz its gonna be a heck of a match at the T20 world cup final INDIA Vs PAKISTAN a combustible situation well talkin abt combustible situationa frnd of mine jus told me to chck wats running on a channel i usually watch and its totally combustible there as well :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6674800607876561972?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6674800607876561972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6674800607876561972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6674800607876561972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6674800607876561972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-has-been-quite-eventful-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-6708062513460417369</id><published>2007-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:52:30.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn the net its giving me a few headaches today uff yaar had a very bad day the other day had fever and ma throat was lyk if someone has clamped it ufffffffffffffffffffffffffffff but now is getting better wid time had a gr8 nght sleep yesterday after a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;cricket is going around places these day Pk got to the semi's but hpe they can bring it home !!!&lt;br /&gt;CHAK DAE PAKISTAN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way yaar i irritated a frnd of mine today whom many think jsut talks to much hav i taken over frm her lolx may be a chatter box buuhahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-6708062513460417369?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6708062513460417369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=6708062513460417369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6708062513460417369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/6708062513460417369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-net-its-giving-me-few-headaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-1040420912468011578</id><published>2007-09-18T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:52:59.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaar its gud to be bak here kewl nah but i'm really down and out at my return bas i'll be doing my level best frm now on to hav some input over here at my blog by the way Pk Beat Aussies today it was awasome dude but hope they continue it further cuz they are really unpredictable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-1040420912468011578?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1040420912468011578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=1040420912468011578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1040420912468011578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/1040420912468011578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/09/yaar-its-gud-to-be-bak-here-kewl-nah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-141349405869662012</id><published>2007-07-25T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:55:28.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Of My Solitude !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******** NOTE********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please ppl dun copy this !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawling my way slowly through those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I come across the boulevard of my broken moments&lt;br /&gt;With aching feet and a timid soul&lt;br /&gt;I bind my courage to avenge my lousy role&lt;br /&gt;Losing track of my miseries I run&lt;br /&gt;Imagining the perfect world with you and its fun&lt;br /&gt;I try to comprehend a forgotten delusion of mine&lt;br /&gt;The false impressions it generates I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;Making me a fool and got it what it wanted to get&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating my road to destiny never fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;I walk down again the boulevard and run&lt;br /&gt;Towards a faltering fate with a shaking soul&lt;br /&gt;I lay down for my last breath all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-141349405869662012?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/141349405869662012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=141349405869662012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/141349405869662012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/141349405869662012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts-of-my-solitude.html' title='Thoughts Of My Solitude !!!'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8438594193481238722</id><published>2007-07-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:56:48.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic Section'/><title type='text'>Holding Arms With My Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;******** NOTE********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please ppl dun copy this !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding arms with my wilderness I cry out&lt;br /&gt;My aching eyes full of tears as they fall out&lt;br /&gt;Is it now that you have to leave I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me like this all alone as you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not interested I know I can never be&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to be the one I used to be&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t fake it’s true I miss you my lady&lt;br /&gt;As I look upon the mistakes that I had made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the night I had wished for&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever be the one you wished me to be&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold you in my arms like the times before&lt;br /&gt;Could it ever be the time we had wished for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at those times when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Was it me was it you we never found out&lt;br /&gt;Let us try again and tempt back into love&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me out and be my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hold the arms of wilderness again&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hurt you my love again&lt;br /&gt;Let it out of your mind let us start again&lt;br /&gt;On those paths of love and not of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8438594193481238722?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8438594193481238722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8438594193481238722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8438594193481238722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8438594193481238722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/07/holding-arms-with-my-wilderness.html' title='Holding Arms With My Wilderness'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-8541884247893895527</id><published>2007-07-15T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:57:48.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Boulevard Of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>As I sit down again to write something new here at my blog I find it really amazing to see that again I’ve the personality blues upon the highest point that I have had in the past month or so, it’s just like I’m suffering from the nausea of loneliness that does not seem to cease in any context. Don’t know why I usually get so fed up with the things around me it’s just like walking down the Boulevard of broken dreams!&lt;br /&gt;A boulevard of broken dreams has its reason because I think that what ever a person feels is somewhat related to whatever he thinks or imagines and I guess dreams in bitter reality something that we think off its just like while hallucinating something you try and reach out for the thing but when you are not able to get hold of it really get you back into the reality, the feeling of not able to get hold of what you were just feeling while the hallucination also makes you wonder what could it really mean in reality.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment its just like I’m really walking in an empty street that I really want for myself it really feels like I’ve myself deleted the whole amount of people could have been a part of the world around me to walk really alone at his moment so as to satisfy the fire of solitude that is burning in my belly. I don’t know what I’m suppose to do but it’s like the darkness of the loneliness is really shouting at me with,&lt;br /&gt;“Surrender the happiness around you to me, surrender the smiles you can pass on to me surrender the touch of glory if you have any to me”&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I look up with a broken soul to it with a rye smile on my face that it’s been time I had any of the stuff you want as I live at a boulevard of broken dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-8541884247893895527?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8541884247893895527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=8541884247893895527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8541884247893895527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/8541884247893895527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/07/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard Of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-4915389031269895242</id><published>2007-07-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:58:13.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Writing'/><title type='text'>Something that has grabbed my attention !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I press down the keys to write my views down on this blog of mine I just remember and notice the most amazing gap that is shrinking down with every passing by moment between the mortality that we having and an abrupt end that it has regarded as “Death!”&lt;br /&gt;To many this may sound the most strangest of ideas to think about death but to me it’s not that hard to think it’s like just thinking about any other thing that might come across a person in his day to day life, it might be a very absurd thing to many as I think like this but to me its like going down the lane of something that to many is know yet they are not familiar with it and for a definite reason because it has its own time at which it has to greet all of those who breath.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing that really fascinates me is what would be the feeling of a person who is about to die you might have seen many film stars portraying death scenes but its not what a person can feel like in person … hahahahahaha many at this point would think of me as someone insane but guys it’s really fascinating to know how would it feel like to die. Whatever I think of it is that it would be something like to float into the arms of an unknown fear with all the pressure releasing out of your soul and into the air, it would be an aura of relaxation that would sweep past one with a single aim that now it’s the eternal sleep that one wish for after wandering in the wilderness of the agitation that this world carries upon and lets a pure soul to be diminished to the extend that it forgets the mare purpose of its existence.&lt;br /&gt;To the extend that I can think of I would say that death is like silence as it sweeps by no one can utter or hear a thing that is being spoken to the person just like when a person tries to find peace and walks up to the solitude with nothing but silence and darkness all around him, just imagine all of this in your minds and then try to put yourself in such a situation, chills run down your spine but still your feel like if it’s the same feeling, the same aura catching upon as like a person who is on the very to die.&lt;br /&gt;To an extend I still think that its not me but almost every second person that would think about the approaching pause as I’m doing now because no matter how a person behaves he has a personality to retreat to and which helps him to think better and for which he loves the solitude that really compels him for once to think about a grave change that would approach him or her one day and that is the eternal pause of death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-4915389031269895242?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4915389031269895242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=4915389031269895242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4915389031269895242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/4915389031269895242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-that-has-grabbed-my-attention.html' title='Something that has grabbed my attention !!!'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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-4363564362781614029.post-3855937589999523008</id><published>2007-07-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:01:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loneliness !!!</title><content type='html'>The title seems to be the most boring sort of things that one can come across and may it would be but the thing is that there is a different world associated with different stuff that one can think of and i guess this is one of them !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363564362781614029-3855937589999523008?l=bdkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3855937589999523008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363564362781614029&amp;postID=3855937589999523008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3855937589999523008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363564362781614029/posts/default/3855937589999523008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdkhan.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-loneliness.html' title='My Loneliness !!!'/><author><name>Bahader Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814054705262611022</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
