<?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-14538132</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:24:06.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting colours of life</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my personal blogs..no relation between any topics..lol.. will be posting what ever i feel like.
(The statements may still change and the stand of the author may vary without prior notice)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-1103053122176392503</id><published>2008-12-23T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:02:05.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meghna Mathur - Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SVC2C0onAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AuPgFrd_2vM/s1600-h/vlcsnap-6147309.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282922522510557762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SVC2C0onAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AuPgFrd_2vM/s320/vlcsnap-6147309.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well saw Fashion, another typical Madhur Bhandarkar film. According to me Meghna Mathur played by P Chopra was a racist character. I don’t know how many agree to it. I'm not trashing this film, but after seeing this film I was left with the sense of it have a racial undertone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The scene goes this way, one night; Meghna visits a disco, takes drug then gets turned on by dancing with an African stranger and wakes up the next morning in the hotel room. She looks at the sleeping man next to her, and she is like.. what I have done, She has given in to a night of lust with an African, she doesn’t look at the man’s face, just his naked black back across the bed sheets. Now what if it was a white man… then ..?&lt;br /&gt;She is horrified, gathers her clothes and creeps downstairs and into an auto rickshaw. When she gets home she desperately wipes her face with tissue after tissue, in an attempt to erase the night of raw passion. There are two ways of looking at this scene. First of all you could look at it as an expression of guilt. But considering that Meghna has already made compromises, this seems unlikely. Where was the guilt when she was sleeping around with others..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what was the need to portray that anonymous guy as black... could have put an Indian guy instead. But with Indian... that would become a story...I hope u got what I said. I felt that Kangana was superb. Sure she has done (bewdi) roles like this before, but she owns the screen in this one. If she does not get any award for this role, the industry is blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-1103053122176392503?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1103053122176392503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=1103053122176392503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/1103053122176392503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/1103053122176392503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2008/12/meghna-mathur-racist.html' title='Meghna Mathur - Racist'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SVC2C0onAkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AuPgFrd_2vM/s72-c/vlcsnap-6147309.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-8359401807858616517</id><published>2008-08-09T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:37:50.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Ranaji…!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SUkHxstmk_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/C_hzEW9wl4s/s1600-h/minkinranajimix.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning with a cup of tea in front of my good friend…yes the TV, what comes next is an old remix song on B4U music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Chhat Pe Soya Tha Bahanoi Main Tanne Samajh Kar So Gayi,&lt;br /&gt;mujhako Raana Ji Maaf Karana Galati Mhaare Se Ho Gayi " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;English translation, for the benefit of my overseas readers, yes I have some from Tanzania &amp;amp; Uganda too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brother in law was sleeping on rooftop; I thought it was you (husband or whatever) and slept on you or beside you (not specified), Therefore Ranaji.. I am sorry I have done a mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now some one can tell me… Is she really apologizing for the mistake or is she enjoying it ??? Here is the simple saga of mistaken identity, all solved when she just says pardon me, it was just an error. Instead the entire song of apology is presented in such a good way, I can term it as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redefining Apology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This shows that telling sorry is an art. I liked the presentation of that model Mink, she did a better job compared to Mamta Kulkarni in the original one. In fact Mamta dint even know how to commit a mistake like that, forget about the way of apologizing. Speaking about songs I like few of them, seen in trailers now a days , one from Sing is king – Teri ore and one from Jaane tu ya jaane na - Jaane tu mera kya hai, then the red line goes like this.. &lt;em&gt;So when do you know its love&lt;/em&gt; … what a good question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok so where were we, about Ranaji…… Mink.. you can be forgiven even for a murder… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-8359401807858616517?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/8359401807858616517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=8359401807858616517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/8359401807858616517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/8359401807858616517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-ranaji.html' title='Sorry Ranaji…!!'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-1918435114020482532</id><published>2008-08-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:39:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Africa..JAMBO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qsUp4l-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eG56rjjhxmk/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232455651765557218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qsUp4l-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eG56rjjhxmk/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232455655286219762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qshxRo_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xMHoZrdNv3Y/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232452291764284386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1novrJ6-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/r-ok1FDtTOI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qs1bPJqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B_9H_i8x6zw/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232455660562491042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qs1bPJqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B_9H_i8x6zw/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pcOJVk1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/o91LJKSdJhY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232454275628897106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pcOJVk1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/o91LJKSdJhY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pcnsS-4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qWrXJFpDr50/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232454282486414210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pcnsS-4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qWrXJFpDr50/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pdJGM9vI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cvZeCG4haKM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232454291453441778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pdJGM9vI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cvZeCG4haKM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1pdCbOU_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fWQmXkpxMAA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232454289662563314" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1nmx2CuiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8YkhnF4JyRw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1nn5SBMzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c0LOFVjszcI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232452277163340594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1nn5SBMzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c0LOFVjszcI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1noXhQrjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6lh6HANjxfk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232452285280333362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1noXhQrjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6lh6HANjxfk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we start! Yes, this is the very first entry in this blog for 2008. I don't plan to change the world with this blog... but maybe it will give you a small glimpse into life here in, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;East Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Posting few pictures of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Tanzania &amp;amp; Zanzibar. &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Just get in a car and drive across town! And see the glory... Oh, it's all over the place. Smiles on so many faces, laughter as I pass roadside shops. Beautiful amazing random artwork on ceramic pots for sale along &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Ngong Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. Flowers on almost every plant, year around, so you should come to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Not just to visit - but to live. Then you can really see what life is like. Very good climate all twelve months, between 20 to 30 degree &amp;amp; mangoes to eat throughout the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm really excited about ICT development here. Maybe I'm naive, but I think the undersea cables are going to revolutionize business and development initiatives in the region. It just takes some creative thinking, planning and initiative. None of that is really lacking. But I'm concerned at people who assume the African markets deserve dumped down products. The demand is there. Where's the product? I'm sure it's coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s most well-known ethnic tribe, the Maasai (or Masai) are semi-nomadic people located primarily in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and northern &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This is one the best expressions of faith I have ever come across. They are considered to be part of the Nilotic family of African tribal groups, just as the Scilluk from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Sudan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the Acholi from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-1918435114020482532?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/1918435114020482532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=1918435114020482532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/1918435114020482532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/1918435114020482532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-africajambo.html' title='Welcome to Africa..JAMBO..'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SJ1qsUp4l-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eG56rjjhxmk/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-9105957933149284541</id><published>2007-03-01T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:46:14.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more McD’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/ReagxLZ-mEI/AAAAAAAAABs/l-MpdaMCXa4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036889999996262466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/ReagxLZ-mEI/AAAAAAAAABs/l-MpdaMCXa4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm putting my foot down on this decision; I think I will be boycotting McDonald's....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of fast food restaurants but just like sometimes when hunger strikes I am forced to grab a bite at Burger King or McD's, etc....., last night after office I was at McD's, I didn't feel like having BK cause it's too heavy, I decided to go for McD's combo no. 4 (two cheese burgers, fries and a coke), so I take my order to the table but damn ... I forgot to get some mayonnaise, so I go back for some mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: can I get some mayonnaise, please.&lt;br /&gt;Employee: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; fils.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH??.. what the fuck…&lt;br /&gt;Employee: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; fils, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Me: for what, mayonnaise????&lt;br /&gt;Employee: yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated I just took my 2 packs of mayo tossed 100 fils on the counter and left, it's never about the money, it's the concept.. you're charging me 50 fils for mayo now, what will come next? The Ketchup ??&lt;br /&gt;I bet if they increased their prices to include the mayo, it wouldn't have bothered me, but to bluntly charge extra for mayonnaise..... that's not good . Comparatively this Turkish oven and the Pars guys are ok, they don’t mind if you empty the full bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm NOT loving' it....hhaa hahaa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-9105957933149284541?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/9105957933149284541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=9105957933149284541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/9105957933149284541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/9105957933149284541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-more-mcds.html' title='No more McD’s'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/ReagxLZ-mEI/AAAAAAAAABs/l-MpdaMCXa4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-117126891381044692</id><published>2007-02-12T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:56:51.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031397579735337570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0yBGBennl5A/RdMdcPfiimI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B57HY6HLvxQ/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031397579735337538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0yBGBennl5A/RdMdcPfiikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87RzbtHKLnw/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031397584030304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0yBGBennl5A/RdMdcffiinI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RLt5AIAYdkI/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/325692/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031397579735337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0yBGBennl5A/RdMdcPfiilI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3gxFh118tEI/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/661096/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/546179/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/64105/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/447984/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/782198/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/846692/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/393871/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/211817/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/420807/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some pictures of the Mumbai trip...during vacation  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showing the High and Low of the big city...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-117126891381044692?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/117126891381044692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=117126891381044692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/117126891381044692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/117126891381044692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2007/02/mumbai-trip.html' title='Mumbai Trip'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0yBGBennl5A/RdMdcPfiimI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B57HY6HLvxQ/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116850861006857728</id><published>2007-01-11T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:30:10.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhoom : 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/400219/New%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/15706/New%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/84760/New%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So what Uday chopra goes crazy !&lt;br /&gt;So what if Aishwarya commits suicide !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Dhoom : &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;- Always in action&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he is not a chanawala, He is my friend in the Dhoom style, on the Honda CBR 1000cc. His dad is also there on Hamara Bajaj Scooter; well that’s the generation gap. I would like to thank his dad for the lovely dinner's &amp;amp; Batata wadas of New Poona Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-116850861006857728?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116850861006857728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116850861006857728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116850861006857728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116850861006857728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2007/01/dhoom-3.html' title='Dhoom : 3'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116775460350763393</id><published>2007-01-02T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T06:43:36.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/1600/441991/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/850773/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing all my friends Eid Mubarak &amp; Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;May Lovely, Happy Times, Decorate this Time of the Season. Wishing you &amp;amp; your family Good Health, Happiness &amp; Prosperity Whole Year through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately had been very busy at work, just have a new project work going on in one of our apartments, plug n play broadband connections in the entire guest rooms, heavy task have to finish it fast. I think last month I hardly got any time to talk to my friends, when I am back on my PC I see the msn windows popped up on my desktop, but then they are offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the pic above is Sheer Khurma, This is a traditional dessert served at Eid time. Enriched with almonds, pistachios, roasted vermicelli dried dates etc, It is good served cold or warm. This was prepared in a joint effort including me ..hhhaaaaa..No really avinash ke kasam. So now that I have taken kk’s swear u guys have to believe me. The effort paid off and the end result was..hhhhhmmm... tasted good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May the New Year warm our hearts just as a glowing candle brightens up a dark room. 2006 has definitely decorated and added many memorable experiences into my life, and it's indeed a radical blessing to be able to bask in the competent glory of this meaningful year, we look ahead with the utmost hope that this year will be just as good as last one, if not better, as we also harbor in our hearts the HOPE OF A BETTER AGE. May we have a happy, safe, exciting, interesting, and meaningful 2007 ! (Though I can never forget the glorious days of 2006 AD :p ) Till next time, it's me signing off.. Bye.. TC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-116775460350763393?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116775460350763393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116775460350763393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116775460350763393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116775460350763393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2007/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116513219959307658</id><published>2006-12-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T05:22:47.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Set..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/394249/EPSN1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/467041/EPSN1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/642/1319/320/16182/EPSN1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suraj hua maddham, chaand jalne laga…&lt;br /&gt;Aasmaan yeh haai kyoon pighalne laga… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pictures taken from the flight, approx 10,000 ft above mumbai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-116513219959307658?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116513219959307658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116513219959307658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116513219959307658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116513219959307658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/12/sun-set.html' title='Sun Set..'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116412787997515083</id><published>2006-11-21T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:43:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woh Lamhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_7.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_8.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_9.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_10.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_11.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_11.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some pics of the good moments during vacation.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_11.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-116412787997515083?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116412787997515083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116412787997515083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116412787997515083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116412787997515083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/11/woh-lamhe.html' title='Woh Lamhe'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116246163740901654</id><published>2006-11-02T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:51:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is… or was the plant in my cabin, sad to see it like this after I came back from vaction, this is what happened because of no water for more than a month. I have requested Hk to put a new one now, will be getting it in some time.&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/14538132-116246163740901654?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116246163740901654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116246163740901654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116246163740901654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116246163740901654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-plant.html' title='My Plant'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-116159023721563251</id><published>2006-10-23T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:42:13.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/Diwali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/Diwali.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing all my friends very  Happy Diwali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/14538132-116159023721563251?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/116159023721563251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=116159023721563251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116159023721563251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/116159023721563251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115898998815878026</id><published>2006-09-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:16:04.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeted by Rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess what, as I came out of the airport, it was early morning hours, I was greeted by nice rains, it was such a good feeling, just like &lt;em&gt;“barso baad aaj iss banjar zameen pe pani ki bunnde”…&lt;/em&gt; and in the taxi there was this song going on radio city fm, tip..tip..barsa pani... all the way from Mumbai to Pune there were thick dark clouds and lovely rains. Back home it is so nice…enjoying every bit of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115898998815878026?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115898998815878026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115898998815878026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115898998815878026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115898998815878026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/09/greeted-by-rains.html' title='Greeted by Rains...'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115866348455469195</id><published>2006-09-19T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:55:46.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabudana Khichdi....any one..???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the token of appreciation from our chef, this morning he told me that I will make a special breakfast that belongs to your city. Ok I said come… let me see what you make, and it started ………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kya Dal Ne Ka……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sabudana or sago soaked for at least 6-7 hours (soak till the water just touches the top of the sabudana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two small potatoes boiled and cut into small pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;½ cup roasted and coarsely pounded peanuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For tempering:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeera, hing, green chilies, curry leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;½ tsp sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;½ tsp lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finely chopped coriander for garnishingGrated coconut for garnishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kise Banane Kaa.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take oil in a pan , when it is hot you can put jeera,hing , green chillies and curry leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put the soaked sabudana in this mix and stir for sometime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sabudana will turn from opaque to transparent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then you can add the remaining things like boiled potato, chopped coriander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put sugar, salt and lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you can garnish this ready khichdi with freshly grated coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely dish it was, thanks to you chef....I think this is a typical maharashtrians item and is made by the marathi people almost every week and definitely on fasting days as it gives you all the required nutrition which one misses out due to the fast. Any way I am sure that my post can now severe like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Complete Idiots Guide For Making Sabudana Khichdi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I saw some 4 message windows on my pc one of them had “ are you already in pune”.. lol , no man not yet and yaa… sorry dinesh, I saw your message on skype today morning, I am not getting any time even to pack my bags, days a going like shit busy man, have to complete lost of things still.. Inshalaa hope to see you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115866348455469195?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115866348455469195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115866348455469195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115866348455469195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115866348455469195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/09/sabudana-khichdiany-one.html' title='Sabudana Khichdi....any one..???'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115738443327617440</id><published>2006-09-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:30:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/11.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/22.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/33.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115738443327617440?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115738443327617440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115738443327617440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115738443327617440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115738443327617440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought-of-month_04.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115719340591291131</id><published>2006-09-02T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:05:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/11b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/11b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August is gone already!!! But once, I’m glad that time is flying by because..... :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is the photo from the beach far and away the best thing we saw was a beautiful shooting star it lasted for a good five seconds and streaked from north to south covering nearly the entire night sky, was very nice and yes, I made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More times than I can count, we go to the beach, just minutes from our home, to walk along the shore. I like solitude and quiet so I can enjoy the sea! Listen to the waves breaking the shore,.. .walk in the warm waters, hunt for shells, smell the salty air, watching the gulls and pelicans fly overhead! It is one beautiful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend yesterday, after a tough long week, as usual no alarms to buzz, got up late, but missed a couple of International calls. I was desperate for a haircut, so finally got time for it, I decided to give the new little Filipino shop less than a mile away a try so, and I hopped in. I walked in and asked for a haircut. They asked if I wanted a shampoo also and I said yes. That Filipino chap did a good job, though he was very talkative, I dint care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just remembered an incident some time back in India. One of my friend said, chal tera hair stle badal thee hai, he wanted to change my hair style and said that he new a good place where it can be done. Ok I said will go, lets try for a change, he took me to Lizi ka parlor in KP, a place where I had never been before. As we stepped in, the female on the reception gave a look as if, “come in and we are ready with scissors in hand to chop off” after a while we were called in, and I was led to a salon chair and sat down. A woman came over to me and draped two towels over me, one in front and the other in back. She then proceeded to wash my hair while I sat, upright, in the chair. She squirted a bit of water from a squeeze bottle, then added a bit of shampoo and rubbed it in to my hair. She continued to do this until my whole head of hair was lathered. Much to my surprise, not one drop of water spilled off of my head. She then led me over to the sink where I reclined and she rinsed my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then came the stylist, she led me back to the chair where she told me my hair is dry and a special treatment should be done for it. Next, the stylist confirmed that I wanted a cut and that I wanted a new style, trimming etc. she said no problem. While she cut, which she did in an angled cutting technique I was not familiar with, she fixed some strange looking pins in my hair, one in front others on side and back, it was like partitioning my hair in four different sides, and I had to flow the instructions of turning my head as and when she liked, it was like how people follow the instructions of yoga from Baba Ramdev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a bit of confusion over what exactly was happening, I saw my friend sitting back on the sofa and staring to the proceedings that were going on, as if he was taking some course for that, and I am a live practical for it. I sad to him, kya dekh raha hi bee... The stylist finished all the cutting and all, removed all the hardware material like pins and all that was fixed and then dried my hair. I think some styling products were used and the hair wash was some shampoo and conditioner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end result was ok, if not perfect, anyways after all that I was given a book to write my details so that those people would give a follow up, I wrote down all false information and ph number. Then back to the reception for the payment, I asked how much, she said 350 rs. I was like… wtf .. It was good that I had enough cash in my pockets, otherwise who knows, as in hotels if you don’t pay the bill you have wash dishes, so in this setup we would have being washing others hairs. Just paid it, came out of the parlor and gave my friend a big GPL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115719340591291131?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115719340591291131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115719340591291131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115719340591291131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115719340591291131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/09/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115643130926717380</id><published>2006-08-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:33:02.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pal Pal Pal.. Har Pal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yaa I like this song &lt;em&gt;Pal pal pal…har pal.. har pal.. kise katega pal har pal..&lt;/em&gt; and i like the way she sings, it’s from Lage raho munna bhai, its like how I am waiting for my vacation ..heee. My taskbar shows its 5:20 pm. I have just spent two hours and 4 cups of tea in completing a project layout in Visio. You know we guy’s r not allowed to disclose much info about this in public forums. If any of the hacker comes to know this, u may see me preparing for a long ride; I am avoiding such misadventures as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point I am trying to make is that life is getting to be so pushing here; you may think this nut is just trying to show off but I am not, in fact I am genuinely disgusted, believe it or not. Sometimes I really feel scared and sick thinking that the rest of my life may be so fast and demanding as this, maybe I am a wrong kinda guy for this kinda life. I haven’t slept more than 6 hours over the last 4 days as I have to finish these shit things before my dream vacation starts, other wise these people will not let me go..Sometimes I feel that life is an unending sequence of deadlines as soon as I catch up with a deadline, the next one starts threatening me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the only thing which is helping me survive is humor. I just can’t afford to take myself too seriously or the entire situation will just eat me up. I m sorry if this post goes to discourage ne aspirants...I guess its just the combination of so many thing happening so fast that’s caused this kind of disgust ....but I am sure u guys wont find things so bad once u get along maybe even I wont find them so bad once I grab 8 hours of sleep. But how the hell do I find those 8 hours !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an ordinary evening. One of those ones that you want to spend doing nothing more than checking your hotmail mail account and reading those senseless forwarded mails that will cause you to TURN INTO A FROG IF YOU DON'T SEND THEM OUT TO TEN PEOPLE RIGHT NOW. I better forward it other wise who knows, I don’t want to be a frog !!! vacation is coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115643130926717380?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115643130926717380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115643130926717380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115643130926717380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115643130926717380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/08/pal-pal-pal-har-pal.html' title='Pal Pal Pal.. Har Pal..'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115565364993447404</id><published>2006-08-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:27:24.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India is shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.22.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.15.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/7.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wishing all my friends ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; Indipendence &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know some of you might be enjoying in lonavala taday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/14538132-115565364993447404?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115565364993447404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115565364993447404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115565364993447404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115565364993447404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/08/india-is-shining.html' title='India is shining'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115546585701492471</id><published>2006-08-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:30:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115546585701492471?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115546585701492471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115546585701492471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115546585701492471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115546585701492471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-five-love-languages.html' title='My Five Love Languages'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115486252159941433</id><published>2006-08-06T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:26:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; No matter the differences,&lt;br /&gt;If we still can understand each other&lt;br /&gt;That is the key to a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And a long lasting friendship…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the world drives a wedge between us&lt;br /&gt;When circumstances make us fight&lt;br /&gt;If we can't pull the trigger , hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;You know you are good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you are happy or when you are sad&lt;br /&gt;If it is him/her you run and part&lt;br /&gt;If he/she can give the meaning to your life&lt;br /&gt;They are your real friends… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No matter what others say&lt;br /&gt;No matter where fate takes us&lt;br /&gt;If we can still keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;This is our special day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; No matter how much you hate&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you ignore&lt;br /&gt;If he/she still make you feel warm&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate everyday as "Friendship Day" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well the world says friendship day is some day,&lt;br /&gt;But as long as you all keep in touch with me,&lt;br /&gt;I can celebrate friendship Day, everyday…&lt;br /&gt;Wishing You all Happy Friendship Week!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115486252159941433?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115486252159941433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115486252159941433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115486252159941433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115486252159941433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-friendship-week.html' title='Happy Friendship Week'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115451254558733917</id><published>2006-08-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:23:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/0000055119_Display-35.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/0000055119_Display-35.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115451254558733917?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115451254558733917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115451254558733917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115451254558733917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115451254558733917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115433164269658112</id><published>2006-07-31T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:22:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the ....whatever.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/Kundli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/Kundli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m back, recharged n rejuvenated n revitalized, err… this looks like a pharmacy clinic add. anyways, I have had the time to pause n see the direction I am going in n the one I should go in, n they are somewhat different so I have decided to do a lot of things differently from now on n I better do them soon. The next month or so is gonna be a super sonic ride starting from tomorrow; have to catch up with lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I have managed to straighten up my cabin after I landed here at about 8 in the morning. Noooo.. come on. now don’t get the wrong picture, not much improvements, I am still somewhat lazy.. I dint even touched a thing; the house keeping boy was waiting for the keys of my cabin. As I came and handed over the keys and it’s done, clean and tidy. But the real mess will start from tomorrow, now I am facing a lil nutritional crunch rite now, wait, I just remembered that one of the things I decided to do differently is to spend lesser time on things not causing an increase in my p p. I think blogging won’t lead to any kinda decrease in my PP under any circumstances. So now the shutters are gonna be pulled down on this post, as it is chow time, and the egg sandwiches is calling me…no really I can hear it… But ill be back with a lot more on what I did, read, watched and most importantly "thought". Ya u read that right, I actually THOUGHT a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaa, about the picture above it’s suppose to be my Kundli … just got a new software, my star world, so was trying it out. lagta hii mera shani bahri hii.. heeee…. To say frankly I dint understand a word of it, may be I have be some Pandit or something to understand these kinds of things…. ok egg sandwiches here I am come……. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115433164269658112?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115433164269658112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115433164269658112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115433164269658112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115433164269658112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-of-whatever.html' title='Return of the ....whatever.....'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115338560437801440</id><published>2006-07-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:43:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggles, Stresses &amp; Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a beautiful day, I had a troubled morning, was struggling to keep a firm handle of things in work and some pressure was building. You can almost feel your shoulders drop in mornings like that. There's a resistance in the air and simple things become just that bit more difficult. It's nothing serious as such but for sometime it’s like…. ooooffffffffffff. Then it happens, something triggers you out of your trance-like state. It doesn't just ease things; it turns them on their head. You stop and you realize you're fully in control. It's like someone presses the pause button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's true that without struggle, we're nothing. Everyone needs that driving force to push them forward and make them stronger. I think sometimes I need this push more. You know sometimes I am torn in two - half of me want to drive forward and keep constructive, the other half of me wants to relax a bit and slow things down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the balance between struggle and stress is in attitude. You allow stress into your body when you lose sight of the bigger picture. It takes tremendous mental strength to stay positive, especially in higher levels, and in the end you become stressed if you lose touch with..why you do, what you do in the first place. Like anything else if it breeds inside you unchecked I imagine it would be very hard to rid yourself of it. On a mental note - never permit yourself to become stressed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well about the season, it’s too hot and humid in this part of the world. Temperatures reaching above 40 everyday, within 2 minutes you can get wet outside. Now I have got sun block cream of 100 SPF, well that was the maximum sun protection factor cream available. Ohh my teeth is paining… shit, this Genny came toady with a box of chocolates in hand, she was distributing, I took 2 of it and eat, then asked her.. what was it for , she replied its my birthday, oh ok I wised her happy birthday. I think I should stop these chocolates now... it’s screwing up my teeth’s. Or people should stop coming in front of me offering free chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115338560437801440?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115338560437801440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115338560437801440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115338560437801440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115338560437801440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/struggles-stresses-season.html' title='Struggles, Stresses &amp; Season'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115304675580422515</id><published>2006-07-16T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T03:24:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well today is the first anniversary of my blog “Panting Colors of Life” It’s been one year today I had started it. I would like to thank all my friends for their comments and support, especially my friend Krishna who encouraged and helped me in making one. I also thank you guys for being there always for me at any point of time, whenever I needed some one to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF2F00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF5900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF8800;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFB700;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CCB800;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#BECC00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99CC00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#74CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#52CC00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2CCC00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#07CC00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00CC1F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00CC41;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00CC66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00FFAE;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00FFD9;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00F6FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00C8FF;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099FF;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006EFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0040FF;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0011FF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1A00FF;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4800FF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7700FF;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#A600FF;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#D000FF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115304675580422515?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115304675580422515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115304675580422515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115304675580422515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115304675580422515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-blog-anniversary.html' title='First Blog Anniversary'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115304112158372333</id><published>2006-07-16T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T03:16:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde, Use Mera ya Mujhe Uska Karde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bahut Dukh Sahe He Maine, Koi Khusi Ab Toh Muqadar Karde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bahot Muskil Lagta Hai Usse Duur Rehna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Judai Ke Safar Ko Kum Karde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jitna Duur Chale Gaye Woh Mujhse, Use Utna Kareeb Karde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Me Uska Naam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi aur Mujhe Fanaa Karde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/22.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/22.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tere Dile mein meri saanson ko panah mil jaaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tere Ishq mein meri Jaan Fanaa Ho jaaye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/66.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/66.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dur Humse Jaa Paoge Kaise, Humko Bhool Paoge Kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hum Who Khushbu Jo Saanson Mein Utar Jaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Khud Apni Saanson Ko Rok Paoge Kaise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/55.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/55.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Bekhudi Ki Zindagi Hum Jiya Nahi Karte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yun kisika ka Jaam Hum Piya Nahi Karte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Unse Kehdo Mohabbat Ka Izhaar Aakar Khud Karein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yun Kisika Peecha Hum Nahin Karte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/77.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/77.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rone Detu Aaj Hamako Tu Aankhe Sujane De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baho Me Lele Aur Khud Ko Bheeg Jane De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai Jo Seene Me Quaid Dariya Wo Chuut Jayega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai Itana Dard Ki Tera Daman Bheeg Jayega..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/1600/88.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7683/3212/320/88.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tere dil mein meri saanson ko jagah mil jaaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaayeadhoori saans thi dhadkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adhoori thi adhooren ham magar ab chaand poora hain falak pe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aur ab pooren hain ham.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yaa, finally saw Fanaa yesterday, well thanks to the original seeder for this good rip. Ok ok I know I have to make up on the share ratio, its going in negative so I will be seeding it for a week or so. About the movie, the word Fanaa is an Urdu word which means annihilation. In Sufi tradition, it also means destroyed in love. Kunal Kohli has done a good job just like he handled the fun and light-hearted "Hum Tum" it was just too good. In this one I liked the concept of the movie, that unconditional love of the female, it reaches to the extant that she even shares the bed with him without any sort of commitments, or expectations from the relationship, its just love only love.. and then this makes the gangster fall in love with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I watch movies like… that’s with ultimate concentration and rapt attention, ek bhi dialogue miss nahin hona chahiye types. I found the first half extremely entertaining and the second half was a pleasure to watch, and it’s the sheer pleasure of watching two very high class actors perform as they never have. Aamir...well, his done it again. After his stellar performance in Rang De Basanti, he pulls off the role of Rehan with immense passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajol a great come back, looks as good as ever, she is just a natural. Zooni Ali Beg, a beautiful blind Kashmiri young woman. You know that saying “ Langur ke muu me angoor ” it just goes so good with Ajay Devgan, but he is one lucky man. Kajol, stupendous is a small word for this lady, hope she doesn’t go the Madhuri way, hindi cinemas wont be the same again after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has a very humorous start, however, the ending is quite sad, but that was meant to be by the title of the movie "Fanaa". Overall, the movie is excellent, music and songs are very good, it’s worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115304112158372333?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115304112158372333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115304112158372333' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115304112158372333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115304112158372333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/fanaa.html' title='Fanaa'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115263759032745148</id><published>2006-07-11T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:22:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck But.. Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hoping to get a lot more achieved tonight than I have so far. I'm doing some preparation work for an assignment that I'm quite excited about, but my work is painstakingly slow. You know I'm struggling and I can't give myself good reason as to why my energy isn't higher today. May be I am feeling a bit drained. I really need some positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over-thinking, it's quite a thing. If you think long enough and hard enough about anything, you can convince yourself of all kinds of negative problems. The easiest and simplest things in the world can become treacherous, even nigh on impossible tasks if you think too much. I think just thinking priority wise is fair enough. I'm sure all of us see, everyday, people with natural talent failing, or following on in mediocrity until the joy of the thing is gone. Similarly, a committed, or mentally strong person, can achieve limitless success through grit and determination. I guess thinking has the potential to be the most powerful, or the most destructive force we have available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, moment to moment, we allow our thoughts to stray and wander unchecked. The reality of the fact is that talent is a common thing, and possessing talent does not give anyone the right to succeed in anything. Positive thinking and determination they are the tools. Something I would do well to remind myself of a lot more often, and I think it's helping me in getting positive results..now i hope to finish this assignment stuff soon, and thennn.... some thing more positive I will raid the kitchen, feeling very hungry.... &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/%5E/_950/food.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115263759032745148?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115263759032745148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115263759032745148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115263759032745148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115263759032745148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuck-but-positive-thinking.html' title='Stuck But.. Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115186031865587088</id><published>2006-07-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:57:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was feeling very lazy today, got up around 10 am or so. Last night had a call at 2:30, you know sometimes I hate this late night calls, which is a disaster to may beauty sleep, cant help it just part of my job.. first of all I had slept late after watching the football match, I was happy that Portugal beat England, so England time to back home, but I was sad again after Brazil lost to France, I hate France @#@$@. I had hopes form that team, So after sleeping late and watching a miserable match and seeing your favorite team loose, I get a call at 2:30, was in my deepest sleep, I was rudely awoken.. realized that something is going on, some sort of bell is ringing, oohh noo its the dam phone, fuck man that’s horrible, some how I got up and picked up the yelling phone, said hello good morning, now you know it’s a service industry, no matter how bad mood you are in , but still have to be like polite nature. It was paaji calling, he is a Punjabi so we call him paaji , well he is the night auditor, he said good morning Tanveer bahi, shayad system ko kuch hoo gya hii , Monrose ka report pick up nahi huwa audit mee, gaddi bhej doo, hhmm I said ok paaji , gadii bhej do maii ata hoo, and kept the phone. Then went there solved the report problem had the breakfast and came back till 5:30 or so then went to sleep again and got up only around 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to office, have a little headache, ordered a strong black coffee, just took a tablet also, hope that helps. Oh yaa I should thank Sneha for taking the trouble of bringing more tablets for me. Now I have to begin the technical paper of the new project, and I plan to complete it today it self, lets see if I can. To be frank, just will pick up crap from my earlier report and copy it. I have done enough on this project already. I have actually done quite about this project, but it s only that since im a quite easy sort of guy, others end up taking up credit for my work and I don’t mind that much. but now I guess this thing doesn’t pay much and ill have to try to change things, I don’t know if I can do this but I think that to be somewhat cunning is better than being a guy who is popular but so easy that he doesn’t claim what he deserves. So many times I have decided that ill be more cunning in day to day matters but always end up being the same laid back guy who is left with all the work, This thing was very eventful for me ,if not interesting and I plan to put it up as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115186031865587088?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115186031865587088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115186031865587088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115186031865587088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115186031865587088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/lazy-today.html' title='Lazy today'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115177677619334736</id><published>2006-07-01T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:08:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You shouldn't compare yourself to others &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/fsc/nono.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are more screwed &lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up than you think"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115177677619334736?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177677619334736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115177677619334736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115177677619334736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115177677619334736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/07/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115160362487125645</id><published>2006-06-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:58:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of my city - Pune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pune has been known by a plethora of sobriquets. Popular among them: Queen of the Deccan, cultural capital of Maharashtra, pensioner's paradise and Oxford of the East. Pune is one of the historical cities of India with a glorious past; innovative present and promising future.I had the most wonderful memories of my life in pune and believe me, which helps me to spend some hours in sleep. My city has given me all the fun and leisure I could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with some memories, like the sun was high up in the sky. It was almost noon, and all the classes were already dismissed. The parking lot was slowly filling up with mingling college students. Simultaneously, the two wheelers were causing minor traffic jams at the small entrance to the college. Our small group of students were trying to decide what they wanted to do with the rest of the day. There were several suggestions, then it was unanimously decided that the appropriate first destination would be Madhuban, the haven for idli-sambhar, masala dosa, onion uttapas and to top it off, a cup of filter coffee. A little general conversation, a few PJs and the atmosphere was perfect. It was just after the breakfast rush, but before the professionals took over at the lunch hour. And somewhere in between were all those lovelorn teenagers, trying against all odds to find a private nook in the busy restaurant. Main Street was the place where anyone and everyone could be found. That you had met them in college just a few score minutes ago didn’t matter. Each time you passed some acquaintance on the streets; you couldn’t help but yell out in excitement! Lunch was either outside or then taken at any of friends home. It didn’t matter that your mom was expecting you to join her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koregaon Park was never far from us in the hot, steaming summer days. Prem’s was where we went for the most cosmopolitan breakfast. Baked beans on toast, omelettes, pancakes, anything goes as far as food in the posh and calm surroundings were concerned. Oshoites were seen at every nook and cranny and just listening to their different stories gave you food for thought and topics for conversation for days to come. If you were broke, you just sat on the steps in college, chatted with people, and shared pranks you could play on unsuspecting friends and lenient professors. (All of those with a nice sense of humor, though!) Bunking lectures and just sitting around with a group of friends, getting opinions and ideas on different topics. Management accountancy and QT classes were just another place to meet people. Accounts were just another excuse to better your social life. And then, who wanted to really study when there were so many more important things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jaws, was another hang out place, I think it’s closed now. But Café Delight (CD) was one our favorites after Parsi Gymkhana &amp; YMCA, Just like another home, swimming, table tennis, pool. Haaaaa from pool I remember one of my friend he was treating the cue stick as a hockey stick and hammering the balls. F**k man the stick broke into two, and then they started playing marbles (Gotiya) with the balls. This resulted in the early shutdown of the pool room, before 8 in evening. My friend thought me how too lean on the table tennis table for cheating, and yaa we two use to throw empty soft drink bottles in the swimming pool from the gym on the first floor. The life guard at the pool use to wonder, from where the hell these bottles land up.I have taken some pictures during my last vacation, and up loaded in my earlier posts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_tanveerk_archive.html"&gt;http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_tanveerk_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These small things you remember when you are lying down on your bed, in a strange country, with strange people as neighbors. You don’t regret your decision of leaving your motherland for another country. But a little nostalgia helps keep those happy memories evergreen and fresh in your mind. It gives you an urge to push just that inch more, to prove to the world that you have made the right decision. To make it in another country, one that is not your own has a heady feeling of its own. Life goes on with your daily routine taking the place of the uncertain college gallivanting. Responsibility towards your family not only with you, but also back in India motivates you to work all the more harder to prove your mettle to the world. And the last but not the least is the happiness that you feel when you see your hard work pay off. But I really miss my city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115160362487125645?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115160362487125645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115160362487125645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115160362487125645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115160362487125645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories-of-my-city-pune.html' title='Memories of my city - Pune'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115156129198752389</id><published>2006-06-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:19:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometime it crashes, sometimes it can’t handle the heavy loads I give, sometime it gives strange beeps, sometime it gives blue screen of death, I know my computer is only a box, that is filled with chips and cables, and to some it may seem a little strange when I tell them, I rely on it so much, You know it is really filled with very precious treasures, like my family, my friends and fun and some of whom I may or may not ever see, yet I love them every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love My Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/14538132-115156129198752389?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115156129198752389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115156129198752389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115156129198752389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115156129198752389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-computer_28.html' title='My Computer'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115147674883685860</id><published>2006-06-27T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:28:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffd391" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You'll die while in the throws of passion - the best way to go.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115147674883685860?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115125370786939935</id><published>2006-06-25T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:41:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayari of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hujoom-e-Ghum meri fitrat badal nahin sakta,&lt;br /&gt;Mein kiya karoon, Merii aadat hai muskuraney ki"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2601.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2601.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2601.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2601.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2601.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dil ke rishtey bhi ajeeb hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Door reh kar bhi kareeb hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jo log aapko roz dekhte hai,&lt;br /&gt;Woh log kitne khush naseeb hote hai......... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2603.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2603.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2603.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2603.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love/2603.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merey Mehboob , iss qadar Mein tujh se Pyar karoo&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;"Toou" agar jhoot bhi boley tu Aitebaar karoon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115125370786939935?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115125370786939935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115125370786939935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115125370786939935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115125370786939935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/shayari-of-month.html' title='Shayari of the month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115112984609562652</id><published>2006-06-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:57:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy Pizza. Forgotten what's it called there's anchovies in it... mushrooms etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy! 3 flavors in 1 container plus a waffle underneath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Food.. Do you live to eat or eat to live? This question is very common and the answers are subjective indeed. For me I would say that I eat to live or rather live to eat may be don’t know, probably Haha. Hey! I'm still trying my best to loose more Kgs ok. I guess I have moved out of the 'overweight' category according to my Body Mass Index (BMI) questioner anyway, I haven't actually answered the all question... But I can almost guarantee that I am still on dieting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya yesterday saw “Alag”, believe me it was real alag. This guy called Tejas Rastogi gives electric shocks and all by holding hands, and I will not comment any further on that, well thanks to Purva (Diya Mirza) that she was there so I somehow managed to see the full movie at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115112984609562652?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115112984609562652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115112984609562652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115112984609562652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115112984609562652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115061523782435577</id><published>2006-06-17T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:14:19.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated Post - Azam Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_03.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_08.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Azam Campus had a humble beginning &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;130&lt;/span&gt; years ago in the form of an Arabic "MAKTAB" of which one of the first students was late Sir Mohd. Rafiuddin, tutor to Queen Victoria. The nucleus, through the concerted efforts of benefactors, benevolent leaders and eminent educationists such as late Haji Gulam Mohammed Azam a business man from Surat, late Khan Abdul Kadir Khan leading lawyer of Pune city of his times and late Khan Bahadur Hidayatullah the first principal of Anglo Urdu Boys’ High School has gradually grown into present large system of learning and research catering to the needs of more than 15,000 students right from the Pre- primary school to Post Graduate level with special facilities for girls with instructions in English as well as Urdu medium. &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Maharashtra Cosmopolitan Education (M.C.E.) Society, Pune was established in &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1948&lt;/span&gt;. It is one of the oldest educational organizations of Pune &amp; has done pioneering work in the field of education for the socially &amp;amp; economically weaker sections of the society. The M.C.E. Society has set up educational institutions covering a broad spectrum from Oriental Languages, Computer Science, Science, Commerce, Arts, Law, Pharmacy, Architecture, Management Sciences, Medical, Dental, and Information Technology are being offered on a piece of land in Pune Cantonment area admeasuring 24 acres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The V.M. Gany Pavillion and Sports Stadium constructed within the campus is one of the best in the entire Pune City. It boasts of an eight lane &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;400&lt;/span&gt; meter Athletic Track enclosing a Football field within. Besides, separate playing areas are available for other outdoor games like Cricket, Basket ball, Volley ball, etc. also a well equipped gymnasium is available for the students. To promote excellent in education, guest lectures, competitions, group discussions, seminars are organized from time to time. A well-equipped Assembly Hall is available for seminars and conference and other educational get- together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motto of the college is "knowledge is power" There is a spacious auditorium, well-stocked library; audio-visual aids to facilitate better presentation and well-furnished classrooms are some of the facilities available here. Even though the accent is on exposing the students to a progressive and scientific environment, value education and Islamic tradition are not neglected. Going beyond formal academic inputs, the college strives to provide life skills enabling students to face the challenges of their highly patriarchal society. Specially designed interactive workshops encourage students to move beyond academics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Azam Campus consistes of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A. Rangoonwala College of Dental Sciences and Research Center&lt;br /&gt;Allana Institute of Management Sciences&lt;br /&gt;Allana College of Pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Pharmacy (Diploma in Pharmacy)&lt;br /&gt;Allana College of Architecture&lt;br /&gt;H.G.M. Azam College of Education&lt;br /&gt;Junior College of Education D.Ed. English Medium&lt;br /&gt;A.K. Khan Law College&lt;br /&gt;Abeda Inamdar Sr. College for Girls&lt;br /&gt;Abeda Inamdar Jr. College for Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Institutions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.V.M. Rangoonwala Industrial Training Centre&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Career Development&lt;br /&gt;Anglo Urdu Boys' High School&lt;br /&gt;Anglo Urdu Girls' High School&lt;br /&gt;Anglo Urdu Boys' Night High School&lt;br /&gt;H.G.M. Azam Urdu Primary School&lt;br /&gt;English Medium Primary School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister Institutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AkI's Poona College of Arts, Science &amp; Commerce&lt;br /&gt;MMERC's ZVM Unani Medical College &amp;amp; Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Deccan Muslim Institute &amp; Library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Write-up Source: mcesociety) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115061523782435577?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115061523782435577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115061523782435577' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115061523782435577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115061523782435577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/dedicated-post-azam-campus.html' title='Dedicated Post - Azam Campus'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115053846454282968</id><published>2006-06-17T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:26:18.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things just have been awesome with me, I got the new project work going good and I'm enjoying it a lot! And guess what, here was this Japanese guest form the Toyota company staying in one of our hotels, ooooffffff my god.....itna pakayaa….the way I struggled to communicate with him, all he could understand and speak in English was YES and NO. He had this mac laptop with a Japanese operating system and wanted to configure his email client on our lan. You know it was like every option I click I have to ask him what’s the meaning of this, then he replied though I could not understand any thing he was speaking… I said to my self, wish I knew Japanese or at least he knew English. After eating his head for one hour and with all the experience of my Guess Work…at last was able to get it working. On a personal not I must tell, that these Japanese people are good by nature, while all this was going on, that poor chap arranged for some orange juice and these Pringles Chips, The Teriyaki, Crispy Curry, Grilled Shrimp and Pepper flavors, he said that some of these flavors are now sold in Japan and US. I tried the Curry and Grilled Shrimp Flavor and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went home a little late, it was Thursday night, lot of rush rush. Reached home finally at 12:15 or so. Had a quick hot shower, its like just standing sometime in the hot shower and let the water drops run from your head to your neck then your shoulders and so on, its sooo relaxing, it just takes out the full day stress. Anyways there was this C grade Methun movie going on set max, don’t know the name. Sometimes I like this kind of off beat cinema, it’s just like something different from the usual. After some time all off of a sudden started feeling hungry, may be the effect of the c grade movie or so. Walked to the kitchen, took a pack of biscuits, then on a second thought put it back. Then took 2 eggs and frying pan, ok now I said to my self , will give it the old way, now the stage is set to make “Anda Bhurji”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now this does not require any special skill or recipe of any kind. It’s just simple and over the years I've become more comfortable with this. First the Ingredients: Eggs 2 , Onions chopped 1, Tomatoes chopped 1, Green chili chopped 1, Garam Masala powder ½ tea spoon, a little chili powder, Vegetable oil 2 or 3 small spoons and some slat.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beat the eggs in a bowl. Add salt, red chili powder and beat again so that salt and red chili powder mixes well. Heat oil in a non stick pan. Add green chili, and onions and saute over medium heat till onions become slight brown in color. Add tomatoes and cook until tender, Add beaten eggs and mix well. Using a spatula in the non-stick pan, turn the scrambled eggs upside down so that the eggs get fully cooked, Sprinkle garam masala, then cook for 3 minutes or so. It’s ready to be served with tomato sauce. Ohh boy what a dish....delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss the old days with my friends we use to have this near the railway station late nights. Anyway its not that I am lazy, I can try out learning and cooking different dishes, but who will clean up the mess after that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115053846454282968?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115053846454282968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115053846454282968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115053846454282968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115053846454282968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-dish.html' title='What a Dish'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115035845984517671</id><published>2006-06-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:23:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Ball Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yaa that’s my cup now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Warbler pub at our hotel is going very strong, there is this new band playing it’s the Nelson band called as Streetnoyz Band, its very loud, very good singing and dancing. Lately there was this salsa night, it was rocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Foot Ball Fever, World Cup 2006, the atmosphere is very charged up. Huge screens to show the matches, crowd enjoying every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-115035845984517671?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115035845984517671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115035845984517671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115035845984517671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115035845984517671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/foot-ball-fever.html' title='Foot Ball Fever'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-115021428891694502</id><published>2006-06-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:30:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Feet Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tv serail I love to watch, this comes on A1 plus and HBO, its very intresting, even the title music is so sweet , its goes like, taaaa.. naa.. nnnaaa.. naa, taaaa.. naa.. nnnaaa.. naa. It’s like it sheds light on life by focusing on death. HBO's Six Feet Under by Alan Ball (the maker of American Beauty) it deals with a family that runs a mortuary. Each week begins with a death of someone whose body ends up at Fisher &amp; Diaz Mortuary. The dead person's spirit often appears to one of the main characters to shed some light on what's happening. As much as death seems central to the show, it is really about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First off, it's a show about a very real family, these characters are like real people, grow and make mistakes with very real issues to deal with. The family, who have just recently lost the father consists of the mother Ruth, two sons Nate and David, and Sister Claire. The two brothers run the business previously owned by the father, a funeral parlor. I just love this show; there is not a single bad actor on the show, in every role. Each episode goes into a different direction every week. This is a wonderful show that is about those who deal with death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A dysfunctional Pasadena family that runs an independent funeral home, it’s very amazing to see how they decorate the dead body with make up, flowers, music, presentation and all, no mater how much the dead body is damaged. It’s a funny and emotional look at a grieving family...that just happens to be in the grief management business. The characters move from crisis to crisis in their personal lives, all are looking for happiness in many ways like romance, success, relationship, family, religion; but they always come up short, these are people have seriously messed up their lives. After watching the series finale, I think that SFU is the most raw and personal television show I've ever seen. &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/14538132-115021428891694502?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/115021428891694502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=115021428891694502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115021428891694502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/115021428891694502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/six-feet-under.html' title='Six Feet Under'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114993011598246757</id><published>2006-06-10T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:34:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday had been to the biggest shopping mall in the city, for some shopping of course. took a Prestige nonstick cookware set, LG Microwave Oven with Grill &amp;amp; Convection &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30L&lt;/span&gt; , four slice toaster, all this for my mom, For my self, took a pair of jeans, I had to go for &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; W seems I am putting on, and a pair of sleeve less t-shirt black ones. I don’t know why I am always attracted to that black color. Moving ahead in the electronics section I took 1 TB (1000 GB) external usb hard drive, now how’s that for some data storage, well that was the maximum available in the market. I also upgraded my mp3 player to &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;gb. All this was fine till it was on the trolley, but as I got out of the taxi and had to carry all that to my apartment, it was shit man, had a very tough time with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Late evening went out for dinner, this new hotel had some recreation facilities, and guess what there was even table tennis , well some one was playing my song and I wanted to join the cores, but how, I did not have the TT racket with me, some how on request I got one ohh yaaa…. Now playing after a long time but still I manage to win 2 out of 3 games, all credits to my good friend “D”, he was my guru in TT, he taught me the game, thanks to him. I still remember the way we use to play in YMCA and the hotel gaming zone next to Liberty, it was fun. I learnt how to hold the racket, to serve, to spin, to smash and how to cheat sometimes J . I really miss those times, I had to leave them for a job and come here, I feel strange. That's ok. If you don't feel strange going away from your beloved family and friends , you should donate your heart so that someone can melt it and use all the steel, now too when I talk to him, he tells me to come back. Apart from my family, he is one of the few people who have had the misfortune of discovering me in all my pristine stupidity. I think I should make a light footed flashback leap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minor scoldings about watching too many movies not withstanding, I have had a very nice childhood. My parents have been wonderful and have understood my usual tendencies. I got everything from them what I wanted. But still, there comes a stage when parental wisdom and a child's adventurism don't make a perfect pair, and you want someone as stupid and reckless as yourself, or a friend as they call it. As a kid, I had friends, and that's natural when someone is as harmless as me. No one feared me, it was the classic case of everybody liking the guy who could not beat them in exams, not steal away their girlfriends and could not stop them from eating their lunch boxes, though my lunch box was finished by them before lunch. I was perfect friend material, safe and useful. Boys do make great company, when you plan to watch a soccer or cricket game and abuse everyone around, not in more sensitive and non violent situations. We have fooled the Supriya hotel owner for free lunches, and also the sugarcane juice yard opposite our school. I remember we still have to pay the panipuri wala at Pudamji Park,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways it’s like you walk in alone and walk out knowing a person who is willing to accept you as you are, with all your weaknesses and fears, with all your flunked math’s courses and lack of sophistication. Our friendship has come a long way. Small moments , moments of trust , moments of laughter , moments of teasing each other , a few moments of sadness , little moments which seem insignificant when compared to the big milestones of life such as clearing our CET and getting into MBA, and so on. I also thank him for helping me to prepare for that and my project work,then the interviews and jobs etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, things really are simple. People may see it in any way, but I know the moments we had together, were moments when we could pause life, keep aside its worries and look away from its questions... Hope to see him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114993011598246757?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114993011598246757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114993011598246757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114993011598246757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114993011598246757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-shopping.html' title='Some Shopping'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114949841055089314</id><published>2006-06-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:50:31.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New wall hanging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That’s the new wall hanging in my cabin; put up by the housekeeping dept on the empty wall,  it’s a hand made panting of open doors, I think its made for some positive thinking or so, the other old one is a motivational thought of team work, second is the work mantra and one other I have put right in front “24 hours allotted each day”, you know sometimes I feel 24 hours a day is not enough, the day should be at least 30 hours or so. Many a times my work is pending and the day just finishes off. I wish every one should have a customize day settings, like how they want to. It will be real fun; I will put my hours in loop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114949841055089314?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114949841055089314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114949841055089314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114949841055089314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114949841055089314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-wall-hanging.html' title='New wall hanging'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114944418116792488</id><published>2006-06-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:40:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I had it, the chocolate cake there was so mmmmmm, but I had only some of it, carefully removed the thick chocolate layers in between and hogged the rest of it. It was YYYYMMMMMEEE… Any way last weekend was a jet black day in the history of my driving. Early in the day, I was reversing the car (not mine of course) out of the parking lot and I barged into the hedge around the neighboring garden fence. My colleague was like "Shucks !!! And guess what.. all those scratches on it…look like a crocodile used the car door for her manicure. " and my neighbor came out, it was  like, areee !!! You killed my jasmine plants !! Their fragrance was so lucky for our home as per vaastu shastra". I said her sorry and moved off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any way’s there was this a birthday party of my FC ‘s daughter, and I was given the video cam for some shoots. That did it man …I rolled the camera and jet set gooooo.. I was behaving like crazy, just like the star news camera man, and also started asking people stupid question and they came out with more stupid answers seeing the camera in front. I guess this is result of watching too much of star news, now I know that. This went on for 2 hours or so. Finally he came to me and said, give me the camera and you have food. Ohhh thank god I said, was feeling shit hungry. Grabbed a plate started with some salads, achar, chicken curry, roti and fruit salad, after that he gave a full plate of  some sweet dish I don’t know the name, it was so sweet I could not eat but had to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night I got such a deep sleep, the alarm was also of no use, missed my prayers too. Any way’s I wish he should never watch that video, if he does he will surely curse me. Guess what, today he came to me with the video cam, usb cords and all and requested me to digitize the video on a dvd to watch. Now I wish his dvd player gets kharab.&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/14538132-114944418116792488?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114944418116792488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114944418116792488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114944418116792488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114944418116792488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-for-me.html' title='Not for me'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114923938277313049</id><published>2006-06-02T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:46:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you’re in a hole,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; stop digging."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114923938277313049?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114923938277313049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114923938277313049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114923938277313049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114923938277313049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114915233078720125</id><published>2006-06-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:04:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to be Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/speed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/speed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today at a remote site system testing, I connected the laptop over a dialup connection, guess what I got a sucking speed of &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9.6&lt;/span&gt; kbps, I was like.. what the fu** this is ridicules, the worst I have seen in my life. Now I am feeling proud of the Indian ISP’s, i.e.: BSNL, VSNL, TATA etc. all are doing a good job man. To my friends at TATA, especially Devs.. no worries now if any costumer complains of slow speed, no need to give them the usual big stories of under sea cable and router problems, you can just say, get lost we are much better than others  &lt;img style="WIDTH: 35px; HEIGHT: 17px" height="13" src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/^/aiw/yahoo.gif" width="42" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114915233078720125?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114915233078720125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114915233078720125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114915233078720125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114915233078720125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/06/moment-to-be-proud.html' title='A moment to be Proud'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114897197616483972</id><published>2006-05-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T03:13:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can u deal with Stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well just had a online talk with one of my stressed out friend, so thought of posting on this topic. This goes to many of my friends, an effective way of dealing with stress. Just taking care of yourself will help you feel more in control and less stressed out. There are several things you can do, believe me it's very easy and effective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exercise releases tension and helps you relax. (Works well Gym or Aerobics) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eat regularly. (But healthy food only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avoid caffeine, It can increase feelings of anxiety. (Lemon Tea is a better option) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avoid smoking, alcohol, it can lead to more stress, health problems, or depression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a bath or a shower. (A hot shower before sleep – it works great)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keep things in perspective. For example, if you're nervous about something, ask yourself, "What is the worst that could happen?" So Chill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If something is bothering you, tell people how you feel. ("I feel angry when you ignore me.") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Break a large task into little pieces. Do small parts at a time or ask for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Think positive. Focus on what you can do instead of what you can't do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't demand perfection from yourself or others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do something you enjoy (listen to music, watch TV, take a walk, draw, write, etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch some por*** stuff stored on your Pc (don’t know how that helps, but some studies show it does, do on ur own risk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hip hop on Himesh Reshammiya’s remix tunes (New one's very good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spend time with friends and family who support you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give some good bad words to your close friends, (who will listen quietly &amp; understand) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Learn relaxation techniques, such as deep breathing and muscle relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathing Exercises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Breathing exercises can be especially helpful in releasing nervous tension before a performance.&lt;br /&gt;Inhale slowly through your nose to the count of 10. Exhale slowly through your nose to the count of 10. Repeat 5 to 10 times until relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Relax your shoulders as you breathe. Concentrate on using your stomach muscles to help you. Make your stomach rise up and down, not just your chest.&lt;br /&gt;When you inhale, concentrate on making an "ooh" sound with your breath. When you exhale, make an "ahh" sound with your breath.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes as you breathe and picture a calm place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle Relaxation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Begin with the breathing exer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cises above. Lie down or sit down. Tighten the muscles in one part of your body. Count to five and then relax. Start with your feet and move up your whole body to your face.&lt;br /&gt;Or, without tightening the muscles, relax each part of your body. Concentrate on one part at a time. Relax your feet, then your legs, up your whole body. Imagine each part feeling light and weak.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to breathe slowly as you work your muscles. Relax for a few minutes when you're done. For my friends in Pune, a good massage session can also be of a great help, at the center street corner late evenings there are these bhaiya's sitting there who specialize in that, with special kind of massage oils. Hope all this will help you guys in dealing with stress problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dont count on anybody else coming along to relieve your stress. Put yourself in charge of managing the situation."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114897197616483972?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114897197616483972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114897197616483972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114897197616483972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114897197616483972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-can-u-deal-with-stress.html' title='How can u deal with Stress?'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114879361196764885</id><published>2006-05-27T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:36:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well yesterday when I saw Gangster,-- a disaster :) only some songs are good. There was this sick female called "Simran", always drunk (bewdi as we call it) in love with this gangster called "Daya", she is always searching of drinks, even in trash cans on the roadside and also go to others home for whisky, The movie started…. hhhmm....20 minutes passed and I was wondering may be this Hasmi guy gave up kissing in movies, then all of sudden I was proved wrong, he had such a big smooch with this sick female, anyways when I saw this guy singing a very good song in a restaurant, in flash of a second I thought, what if I was a rock star or something like that singing, rock bands and all that jazz, me and all my friends in a band group, I started imaging my self with a electric red color guitar, ohhh that was so oooofffff, I think this is normal, we enter our own world for sometime and start day dreaming. When I got up this morning, went in the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and said "Phew.. Like I wish I had the good looks, long long cyurly hair, like good rock star or something maybe, then.. I am like "shit ! Which shithead invented mirrors ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cup of tea, toast bread with honey &amp; just started surfing channels, this Pepsi add, sometimes I think, how can the pepsi people be so stupid? Do they eat stupidity pills in breakfast ? how could they create something as intellectually challenged as Pepsi TV ? Really I feel its a very stupid Pepsi add and It has won the race among the stupid adds of other soft drinks (Fanta , Miranda etc.) after a jumble of sounds resulting from violent channel surfing , such as 'Bharat aaj vessht endeej mein..' , 'Nahi !!!! Kehdo yeh jhooth hain' , etc , i settle on a channel which had a soft sound of kal ho na ho floating in .There is something about the 'Kal ho na ho' title song . It makes me fall into a contemplative mood amazingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahe jo tume pure dil se , milta hai who mushkil se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;isa jo koi kahin he, bas who hi sabse haseen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haius haat ko tum thamlo , who mehrban kal ho na ho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these lines, I mean, you get the idea. Songs like these take my mind off the small things in life. Songs like these make me slow down, pause, step back a little, look at my life, and say "Hmm.Maybe I should have done this ? This could have been better ? Should I do this ? Am I happy ? ". Songs like these make me look at my life as a whole, and not the insignificant and hurried things that clutter life. And whenever I do that, a bunch of little slimy green creatures scratch the inside of my skull with their little pointed claws and say " Hi ! Remember us ? We are the regrets you have ". Now I am not a guy who mulls over my regrets, I don't take them to heart. I hardly think about them. It is just that this song makes me go all dreamy and I type down stuff which is a disgrace to any trace of logic, grammar and sense. I guess I will just switch over and go back to the million dollar and thirty three cent question - How could they create something as stupid as Pepsi TV ....i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114879361196764885?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114879361196764885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114879361196764885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114879361196764885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114879361196764885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114873940006632188</id><published>2006-05-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:55:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised to see a school friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was weekend, as usual a good day for me, with lots of sleep, evening went to the beach after long time I think, there was this new fountain made near the shore, it raises high up up up to 10 floors or so, I said “ohh shit” wish I had my camera with me, it was so beautiful and inviting. It was 7 or so, the shadow of moon stretched on the waves slowly reaching to the shore, It was sooooo relaxing for the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, then we walked to the booiling and ice skating parlor just nearby on the shore. There was some booling tournament going on, all of a sudden my eyes came across the counter there, I was surprised to see this so… so… familiar face, I wondered may be I have seen this guy before, maybe a school mate or so.., not sure. But some where inside I felt… yes I know this guy. I surely know him, but where….!!! I could not stay long, finally went to him and said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Excuse me!! Hi , what’s your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Adhrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you from Pune by any chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: … Hyy are you a Dasturien ... ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so surprised and happy to meet one of my school mate on a foreign land. He said I saw you and felt the same but was not sure. He gave us a free secession of ice skating as well, in which I fell twice, well that was a new sport for me….ooofff… it was dam cold out there in the skating hall.. anyways, Then we talked for sometime sharing things, phone numbers and all. I cannot explain the feeling in words, when something like this happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114873940006632188?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114873940006632188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114873940006632188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114873940006632188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114873940006632188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/surprised-to-see-school-friend.html' title='Surprised to see a school friend'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114777670247141595</id><published>2006-05-16T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:57:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madhuri Dixit turns 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/imagemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/imagemap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bollywood's heart throb, Madhuri Dixit is celebrating her 39th birthday. Madhuri began her career in 1986, In 1988, she had a major hit with Tezaab and became the reigning queen of Bollywood. Following Tezaab's success, she belted hits such as Ram Lakhan, Parinda, Tridev. With Dil, she got her first Filmfare Award. (Source NDTV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If Tezaab launched her into stardom, Hum Aapke Hain Kaun in 1994 made her an icon. I saw that movie many times. She was last seen in 2002 in Devdas, I liked the role she played in that as Chandramukhi , and her dialogues were too good , especially I liked this one when Paro meets her for the first time,&lt;em&gt; Tawayfo ki to takdir hi nahi hoti thkurayan&lt;/em&gt;. Don’t know when she will return to the big screen, well I wish her many many happy returns of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114777670247141595?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114777670247141595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114777670247141595' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114777670247141595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114777670247141595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/madhuri-dixit-turns-39.html' title='Madhuri Dixit turns 39'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114776074271543585</id><published>2006-05-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:21:39.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek bechara phir gaya mara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.. No.. No.. This time I singing for the female, No really….the song is in sympathy for her, well this is a picture of my friends wedding some time back, I got it now.. we all nearly full group of friends had attended his wedding under but under huge controversies, and what a coincidence, the ceremony was in the same place at RSI where he use to take us sometimes for a dinner or so in some unknown weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well about my friend, His Mom says he is a duffer, His dad says he is a lazy ass, His friends says he is a living disaster, I think he is all of them. If any one happens to pass by the Government guest house road behind residency, there will be a bend traffic signal bord, Ofcourse this was done by accident, I am not blaming anyone, but he was on the drivers seat. Thank god nothing really happened to us, the only thing was, we were royaly jacked by his mom and no car for him from that day. There are many more incedents which landed us into trouble because of him. Anyways I wish all the best to the feamle, my god help her. And I hope this guy does not read my post :) From last 3 weeks I am getting his messages that he will be talking to me on yahoo chat , Hyy just now i received one more mail from him, he says tomorrow he will be online and wants to talk to me, ok lets see now tomorrow.... first thing i will do is, give him some good badwords, then talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114776074271543585?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114776074271543585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114776074271543585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114776074271543585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114776074271543585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/ek-bechara-phir-gaya-mara.html' title='Ek bechara phir gaya mara'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114742316930419428</id><published>2006-05-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:41:30.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely day, and im in it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love it, the feeling when the eyes dont feel heavy, the head doesnt feel heavy, when the mind feels as a spring garden, fresh n rosy, the feeling u get seeing a vast countryside field with the windmill and the cows and the cool breeze, well thats what happens after &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; hours of non stop sleep, with no deadlines to fear, no assignments projects to complete, no alarms to shock,when u wake up at &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, n dont think -"fuck ! i had to go early. "instead , u smile knowingly to urself, and pull up the sheets to ur ears. ok, i know im making sleep look as precious. But that’s the way it is very espicial on weekends. If by chance I wake up early, I say to my self, come on “Chill” its weekend and you have to sleep more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess what ! i just downloded " Shaadi Se Pehle" from the torrents, the trio riot, now this is gonna be FUN. yeaa lemme grab my bag of chips n the juice cans, go home n turn off the lights...its showTime ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114742316930419428?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114742316930419428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114742316930419428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114742316930419428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114742316930419428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/lovely-day-and-im-in-it.html' title='A lovely day, and im in it'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114723829072476520</id><published>2006-05-09T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:16:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/TopCatsGangofCats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/TopCatsGangofCats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am happy today, well finally I got the DVD rip versions for one of my favorite cartoon shows Top Cat., This is one of the best from Hanna Barbera collections, was searching for it long time now, got this one on mininovo torrents, don’t know the original seeder who had uploaded it thanks to him, the download speed sucks though as less seeders, finished with &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; parts, I think will take a couple of days or more to get the full thing around &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.5 GB&lt;/span&gt; or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114723829072476520?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114723829072476520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114723829072476520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114723829072476520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114723829072476520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-got-it.html' title='Finally got it'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114709821975480869</id><published>2006-05-08T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:12:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its hot hot hot…,only few showers this season here. I think while staying in a country like india where the rains are seen as something precious and soothing, in my opinion i just think that nothing can be more romantic than a shower of fresh, delicious smelling rain on a sultry afternoon...aahhh to smell the fresh earth which opens up itself to the embrace of the clouds taking the message of hopes the skies send. That there is going to be more life, there is going to be prosperity, that the earth is going to bloom again.....damn m getting poetic :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Listening to dekho naa by Fanaa...the new amir khan flick. dont know how the movie is going to turn out but i must say the songs are great especially the rain song, waiting to see this movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114709821975480869?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114709821975480869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114709821975480869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114709821975480869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114709821975480869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot hot hot'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114663634418549273</id><published>2006-05-02T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:04:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we must fail in order to know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we must lose in order to gain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because some lessons in life are best learned through pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Loose Hope &amp;amp; Never Quit Trying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Finally Be Positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer up, The Worst is yet to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114663634418549273?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114663634418549273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114663634418549273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114663634418549273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114663634418549273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/05/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114595394745447812</id><published>2006-04-25T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:30:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadhya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bored of the everyday biriyani, &amp;amp; chicken, mutton curry. Today had a different lunch. Well this is a south Indian dish called Sadhya, served on Banana leaf its very common in Kerala I think. It consists of Achar, Thoran, Aviyal, Pichadi, Papad, Sambar, Boiled Rice (Matta) Curd, and Payasam. Some of those are Malayalam names I guess, but it was a nice change of taste, liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114595394745447812?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114595394745447812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114595394745447812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114595394745447812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114595394745447812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/04/sadhya.html' title='Sadhya'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114595347894714956</id><published>2006-04-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:30:48.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadia College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmOiBMYdOI/AAAAAAAAALc/xyh40lH5pI4/s1600-h/New_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235872756881978594" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNg2iC-0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/pA7WBBGRp9s/s320/New_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNhBm4UYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FMZttMqZzdM/s1600-h/New_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235871640301621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNhBm4UYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FMZttMqZzdM/s320/New_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNhB-a8zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C3fcXcQ1kTk/s1600-h/New_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235871640400360242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNhB-a8zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C3fcXcQ1kTk/s320/New_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNht8KYlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nVUF1FwCzXY/s1600-h/New_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235871652202046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmNht8KYlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nVUF1FwCzXY/s320/New_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my College at pune, lovely memories... The old Chai Ki Tapri , then the college canteen, it served very good samosaa pav, Veg Thali, we all use to love it. The Tata assembly hall, the big class rooms, huge lovely ground, the corridors, the big labs, the notice boards, the library, the gymkhana, the pavilion, it was all big fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The coolest most happening place used to be the tank in between Nowrosjee &amp;amp; Cusrow we used to hangout there, now they have built another building there. One more was the stairs back side of Bank of Baroda at the back gate, then who can forget the CD… Cafe Delite. The Valentines Day was a big festival, celebrated like a fancy dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Our short trips to Khadakwasla , Shihagad , Lonawala. The Movies at Alankar ,Victory &amp;amp; Westend, Hum Aaap Ke hai kaun so many times, Andaz Apna Apna &amp;amp; Karan Arjun was a treat, The Evel Dead in hindi was a comedy show.&lt;br /&gt;The Bhirai dish Latti &amp;amp; Sattu made by Rakesh Lal &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Kinetic Honda rides from Padmjee Park to Vishranth Wadi&lt;br /&gt;My Yamaha RX100... hhhmmm I miss that bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some Good Teachers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prof Moogat, Prof Aston, Prof Andar &amp;amp; Kakde Sir,(My Fav), Dixit Madam, The Librarian - Kamble, The Peons - Gikwad &amp;amp; Shaikh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Avinash, Dinesh, Sanjay Gupta, Kavita , Leena, Purvi , Megha, Shaheen, Rakesh Lal, Rajiv, Rajesh, Amlendu, Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743299246967362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKWLS7n4ykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1y2VHqe64LU/s320/sandClockSmall.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that remains when we look back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;are memories frozen in time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114595347894714956?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114595347894714956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114595347894714956' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114595347894714956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114595347894714956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/04/wadia-college.html' title='Wadia College'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKmOiBMYdOI/AAAAAAAAALc/xyh40lH5pI4/s72-c/New_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114217704482233752</id><published>2006-03-12T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:30:45.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardar Dastur Hoshang Boys' High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Come feel at School again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJlgEA3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UZ7kdO7vI4s/s1600-h/New_Frame_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235839351782638450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJlgEA3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UZ7kdO7vI4s/s320/New_Frame_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; School Main Gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJimiffI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TnypugXASVc/s1600-h/New_Frame_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235839351004495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJimiffI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TnypugXASVc/s320/New_Frame_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Play Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJ6431LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zBPp7mgdxkk/s1600-h/New_Frame_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235839357523842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJ6431LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zBPp7mgdxkk/s320/New_Frame_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Staff Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJwMeH5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/9WBB0_UMrcQ/s1600-h/New_Frame_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235839354653253522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJwMeH5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/9WBB0_UMrcQ/s320/New_Frame_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Connecting Passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwKIRdgwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fjzgVJSfQYQ/s1600-h/New_Frame_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235839361116635906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwKIRdgwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fjzgVJSfQYQ/s320/New_Frame_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Assembly Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvz2L2ztI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_S5S-YIifsE/s1600-h/New_Frame_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838978304167634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvz2L2ztI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_S5S-YIifsE/s320/New_Frame_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Main Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0LLQGbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DP6DmSVPXww/s1600-h/New_Frame_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838983938775474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0LLQGbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DP6DmSVPXww/s320/New_Frame_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Main Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0LwHDcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9Dk6qQw4pq8/s1600-h/New_Frame_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838984093371842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0LwHDcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9Dk6qQw4pq8/s320/New_Frame_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0ZG8iXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/azD149ebQ6Y/s1600-h/New_Frame_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838987678812530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0ZG8iXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/azD149ebQ6Y/s320/New_Frame_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gym Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0cCWGZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yJJW-H21gSI/s1600-h/New_Frame_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838988464822674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlv0cCWGZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yJJW-H21gSI/s320/New_Frame_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Management Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvV7SfANI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jc_adeQWK7g/s1600-h/New_Frame_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838464278069458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvV7SfANI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jc_adeQWK7g/s320/New_Frame_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Class Rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWIhhDbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3LNMOTUgy4s/s1600-h/New_Frame_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838467830779314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWIhhDbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3LNMOTUgy4s/s320/New_Frame_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWIvkcjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DTUeb4Iy4Jk/s1600-h/New_Frame_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838467889721906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWIvkcjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DTUeb4Iy4Jk/s320/New_Frame_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Class Rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWFvgdiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g3ERCwr0aKE/s1600-h/New_Frame_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838467084154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWFvgdiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g3ERCwr0aKE/s320/New_Frame_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lunch Shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWX6aUlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BIGIZIMEnPE/s1600-h/New_Frame_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838471961727570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlvWX6aUlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BIGIZIMEnPE/s320/New_Frame_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drinking Water Taps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are exclusive pictures of my school, wanted to take them long back, and got a chance in my last vacation to India. Big thanks to the School Supervisor Mrs. Tarannum Shaikh who helped me in taking the snaps. School days were fun, good friends &amp;amp; very kind teachers. Still have the same friends till now, really miss those days. Dedicating this post to all my school friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To perpetuate the memory of Shams-ul-Ulema Sardar Khan Bahadur Dr. Hoshang Jamasp Dastur, M.A., Ph.D., C.I.E., a great scholar, the Sardar Dastur Hoshang Boys' High School was inaugurated on the 8th January 1912. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Female Teachers:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farnandis - ( All time Fav )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As she enters the class, she was like *** &amp;amp; company calendars on my table. People use to call her Bhundi (now that’s mean), One more big thing was ( Kallu Margaya )and she use to ask who is this Kallu. But anyway she was very supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erol - Come on get up from the chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish she could get up and see how many students just go to sleep and how many of them are eating their lunch dabba in her period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayeed - Geometry genus (lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I and Dinesh were row monitors for this one. I wish some one would check our homework also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shotri - No Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She and her family stories, Mera yee aisaa aur wisaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zacharias – Is this a classroom or a ZOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As she entered the class room, all are like OOOOOO, UUUUUMMMM. She use to pinch very bad. Homework not done, go &amp;amp; stand out side Princes office .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ramchandran – Spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Khadus num 1, she thought no one dares to copy when she is supervising. But 75 % of the class did it anyway. Some one blew a rassi bomb in her class and full calls were detained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ramani – Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good French teacher .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deshpande –&lt;/strong&gt; Down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very good Hindi Marathi Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sethi – English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We always had a pity on her bajaj scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amolik – Eat &amp;amp; Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The remarks specialist, she dint knew nearly all in our class would sign the remarks by them self’s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some Male Teachers:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dasturji – President&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All use to call him Safed Haathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G F Engineer – The Principle (Nick name Prince)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He had made me School Prefect , He was a good man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinse – (Nick name Takklu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was the oldest teacher working there, Very help full. He also appeared in some films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thipse – Operation successful but patient died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his Japan stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wafa – You fooools don’t do Cheery &amp;amp; Marry look in your books, Gajpati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was the oldest &amp;amp; most experienced teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Farroukh – Jump out you DUFFER!!! You will sell bhajiyas and vada pav when u grow up , you foolish, you will be driving a Rickshaw after School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As he entered the class, all students start ….Quizzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Palaskar – The Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool one, we use to take extra classes from him. (Prakesh Classes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Daundkar – funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chalo apni apni nikalo … kitab , bhagwan tera Bada kare.... TERI GALTI NAI. HAI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gurav – NCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was a nice teacher and very good NCC head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Joshi – Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He use hit very badly when got in a bad mood, but was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gandevia - French Mastro (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All knew exam paper was set from Guide. I remember many of them use to spill ink from pen on his back as he use to pass by the class room lanes. He always dressed in white clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jawale - Ayiii… What rrrrrr u doing. Savvdhan … Vishraammm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We got the 1st prize for RSP interschool March-past at police ground. Some times he use to order cane juice for us from the cane yard opp our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ghanjat - Dont eat in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He used to hit with duster on Elbow, it was not much but the students use to do AAAAHHHHH, so he use to enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allath - Bolo Sir Ayee not Aaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He use to ware Dark Ray ban glass and come for supervising during exam times, the next best thing was he took up job of Hajjam , he use to come with scissors and cut long hair of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntiya – The Singer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yaha Homework karne ko time nahi , Gana kaha se yaad kare , The he use to give gram papad on back, all students use to ware 2 shorts inside pants for his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Belliappa – Sports Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was a good Ring Hockey coach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Peons:- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Moti - The senior most very helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rao - Lab Asst, He use to help us a lot in practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Houses:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green–TATA(Mine)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VIOLET–BHABHA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW–DASTUR-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED–WADIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I remember the slogans during assembly - "WE WANT HALF DAY, WE WANT HALF DAY" &amp;amp; in any occasion all of them clapping together. I still remember the zero period, It was fun we use to have a blast for one hour, all sports and practices, more than half class use to bunk. We use put some washing neel into a half lemon slice. It used to smell very bad, and put that stuff under the platform. Then all class use to start SSSSSHHHEEEEE….!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who will forget Narshiya – The Goli wala, out side the school. All use to trouble him a lot and he use to give bad words. He also had a scheme; if you give 5 empty bags of sweets you get one sweet free. The best seller was churan ki goli. Some book seller was also there who had a good business. The best selling small book was KARAMCHAND weekly issue. haaaaaaaaaa. It was bought and read loudly in all the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Bunking places were - Toilet, Library, tank near the Hostel, Our Toilet was full of good stories and nice very artistic drawings. The Empire Theater opp the school use to be full after school on friday as Posters were changed for the new coming up English movies. The table tennis at Gym Hall was fun, there was only one TT table and huge crowd in break, all use play rounders with books instead of a TT racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sports at sub area ground for 5 days, that five days were fun. Naaaa not because of sports, do I need to tell … ok there was Liberty Theater just next to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Uncle &amp;amp; Aunty's ka Vada Pav,Samosa's &amp;amp; Chutni Sandwich at the School Canteen... All use to kick the canteen window when he was not around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The School Prayer Every Morning:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Help us to do the things we should to be to others kind and good In All we do at work or play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. We look upon you At the beginning of this day, As our lord and father, So that you may Guide us away from all sinsGuide us, oh lord we praySo that we may, always be blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;With good thoughts, good words,And good deedsBless our school, our homesParents, guardians, and teachersBless the souls, Of all the foundersAnd patrons, Of this schoolGuide the leaders, Of our nation And preserve and strengthen The union of our country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I wonder if any one in the Boys school followed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The best thing was unity among all the Dastur Guys. They use to stand united againts all odds. I miss Dastur a lot, what to say. The Boys school masti, I wish we could rewind the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As a Ghazal of Jajit Singh says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ye Daulat Bhi Le Lo, Ye Shohrat Bhi Le Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Meri Jawaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Magar Mujhko Lauta Do Bachchpan Ka Saawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wo Kaagaz Ki Kasthi Wo Baarish Ka Paani......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If any of the Dasturians cross by my bolg page, pls leave your details in the comments section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some Friends:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dinesh , Smeer , Vaibhav, Jay Sharma, Chikku , Santosh Nair, Handa brothers, The Pillay brothers, Madhur, Kamlaseh, Balchandra, Shabbir, Curush, Kamble, Sunil balani, Nik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes After all Dastur boys are Dastur boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234745502773293378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKWNTMZgMUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eMi1GtBD7SY/s320/sandClockSmall.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that remains when we look back&lt;br /&gt;are memories frozen in time....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/14538132-114217704482233752?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114217704482233752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114217704482233752' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114217704482233752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114217704482233752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/sardar-dastur-hoshang-boys-high-school.html' title='Sardar Dastur Hoshang Boys&apos; High School'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/SKlwJlgEA3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UZ7kdO7vI4s/s72-c/New_Frame_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114180954094127926</id><published>2006-03-08T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:26:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulshi Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Lake Residency Resort at Mulshi, It is located to the west side of Pune, nothing to describe more on it the pictures says it all. Mulshi dam and the surroundings are full of natural beauties that includes a dam, hilly region of Sahyadri's deep forests and forts like Dhangad and Koraigadh. Water of Mulshi is used for generating electricity. It is one of the major electricity project in Maharashtra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114180954094127926?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114180954094127926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114180954094127926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114180954094127926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114180954094127926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/mulshi-trip.html' title='Mulshi Trip'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114172076337327943</id><published>2006-03-06T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:39:23.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some famous places in Pune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Inox multiplex at Bund Garden road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; McDonald’s at JM road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pizza Hut at MG road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Café Coffee Day at East Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barista at MG road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lal Deval at Moledina road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bund Garden at right bank of the Mula Mutha river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/New_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/New_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaws at pool gate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are some of the famous place in Pune, Some with lovely yadeen.. good time with my friends. Yaa some of the them are with the big  " S "     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114172076337327943?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114172076337327943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114172076337327943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114172076337327943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114172076337327943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-famous-places-in-pune.html' title='Some famous places in Pune'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114163619042307582</id><published>2006-03-06T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:27:36.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khadakwasla Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/800px-Khadakwasla_Dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/800px-Khadakwasla_Dam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadakwasla Dam is a beautiful place on the outskirts of Pune, It is a moderate sized dam on the Mutha river, located about 20 km southwest of the city of Pune. This dam is one of the main sources of water to the city. The dam is named after the nearby village of Khadakwasla. Just a few kilometres up the road lies the Sinhagad Fort and the twin dams of Panshet and Varasgaon which mainly supply water for irrigation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114163619042307582?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114163619042307582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114163619042307582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114163619042307582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114163619042307582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/khadakwasla-trip.html' title='Khadakwasla Trip'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114158093238451380</id><published>2006-03-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:04:02.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonavala Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/03.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/07.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/07.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonavala and Khandala - Located in the Sahyadri ranges, spread over &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt; sq. kms at an altitude of&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 622&lt;/span&gt; meters above sea level. The twin hill stations of Lonavala and Khandala are about 60 kms from Pune on the Mumbai-Pune Express Highway. The name Lonavala originates from the Sanskrit word Lonavli. The best time to visit Lonavala and Khandala is the rainy season. This is the time when the hill stations are at their most romantic, Place to see are Tata Lake, Bushi Dam, Amby Valley and The Tiger's Leap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114158093238451380?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114158093238451380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114158093238451380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114158093238451380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114158093238451380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/lonavala-trip.html' title='Lonavala Trip'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-114155091349151519</id><published>2006-03-05T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:28:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parsi Gymkhana Swimming Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/6.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/7.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the swimming pool at Parsi gymkhana near my school at pune, cool atmosphere and perfect place to chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-114155091349151519?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/114155091349151519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=114155091349151519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114155091349151519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/114155091349151519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/03/parsi-gymkhana-swimming-pool.html' title='Parsi Gymkhana Swimming Pool'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113990595411248036</id><published>2006-02-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:04:44.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/2.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a great time &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="PostSmile!" src="file:///C:/Program%20Files/PostSmile/Packs/Love%20II/16.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113990595411248036?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113990595411248036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113990595411248036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113990595411248036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113990595411248036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113929395924761296</id><published>2006-02-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:32:39.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cricket Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weekend cricket at Saraswati Society, good matches with usually lots of cheating and exchange of bad words, I broke a window glass on the first shot, normally we run away as it happens, but don’t now what happened, showed some decency and I paid for it. The uncle on the ground floor usually feeds the team with tasty sindhi papads and drinks. I think he does it because he too expects some compensation for his window glasses if broken. Dinesh also broke one but don’t know if he paid for it till now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113929395924761296?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113929395924761296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113929395924761296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113929395924761296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113929395924761296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/02/cricket-team.html' title='The Cricket Team'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113913295572614790</id><published>2006-02-05T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:49:15.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is especially dedicated to my friends at Dishnet DSL now as Tata indicom. With me is Devidas and Amod at the usual Chai ke tapir at Pool gate bus stand, We had wada pav and Tea there after a very long time, we all missed you Srikrishna. And no worries about the picture copyright, you can save them as you like and publish then anywhere, all are high quality images WT-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2560&lt;/span&gt; HT-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1920&lt;/span&gt; RE-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113913295572614790?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113913295572614790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113913295572614790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113913295572614790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113913295572614790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicated-post.html' title='Dedicated Post'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113870501349977036</id><published>2006-01-31T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:56:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Residency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dedicated staff, and my very good friends at the Residency pune.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thakkar, Mrs. Sangita, Mr. Pillay, Mr. Sanjay, Mr. Dinesh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Server Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113870501349977036?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113870501349977036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113870501349977036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113870501349977036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113870501349977036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/01/residency.html' title='Residency'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113861208910140995</id><published>2006-01-29T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:20:35.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Party’s Continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/10.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We all had a fab time, late night party's at the Palazo Disc in fatima nagar and at my friends place at pune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113861208910140995?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113861208910140995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113861208910140995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113861208910140995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113861208910140995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-partys-continue.html' title='And the Party’s Continue'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113489268960616929</id><published>2005-12-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:05:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour full Diwali celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Colour full Diwali celebrations at my friends place in Pune. Diwali is a five day Hindu festival which occurs on the fifteenth day of Kartika. Diwali means "rows of lighted lamps" and the celebration is often referred to as the Festival of Lights. During this time, homes are thoroughly cleaned and windows are opened to welcome Laksmi, goddess of wealth. Candles and lamps are lit as a greeting to Laksmi. Gifts are exchanged and festive meals are prepared during Diwali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113489268960616929?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113489268960616929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113489268960616929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113489268960616929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113489268960616929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/12/colour-full-diwali-celebrations.html' title='Colour full Diwali celebrations'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113316521780126655</id><published>2005-11-27T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:06:57.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramazan Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy month of Ramazan just passed. Few pictures of the delicious food stuff at Azam Campus and Ravivar Peth Pune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113316521780126655?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113316521780126655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113316521780126655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113316521780126655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113316521780126655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/11/ramazan-special.html' title='Ramazan Special'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113265247091485613</id><published>2005-11-21T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:09:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Air India Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/EPSN0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/EPSN0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/EPSN0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/EPSN0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/EPSN0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/EPSN0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/EPSN0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the notice put up in Air India office, Stating that do not pay bribes, if anybody of this office asks for bribe…… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder who will pay bribes to travel by Air India…. &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/fsc/speak%20no%20evil.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113265247091485613?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113265247091485613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113265247091485613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113265247091485613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113265247091485613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-air-india-experience.html' title='My Air India Experience'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113255227441282443</id><published>2005-11-20T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:51:14.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up above the world so high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some sky pics taken from the flight.. Above the clouds seems just like snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113255227441282443?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113255227441282443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113255227441282443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113255227441282443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113255227441282443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/11/up-above-world-so-high.html' title='Up above the world so high'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113247564277657354</id><published>2005-11-19T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:43:42.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/coollogo_com_7417773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/coollogo_com_7417773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/coollogo_com_310781291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/coollogo_com_310781291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113247564277657354?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113247564277657354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113247564277657354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113247564277657354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113247564277657354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/11/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-113246710051734873</id><published>2005-11-19T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:11:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to work after a long vacation had a good time. But Loads of work piled  ooooooffffffffffff ….Have a lot of pics to post as well. Hi kris … no yaar no home hang over. Yaa work started as usual have a lot to finish.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-113246710051734873?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/113246710051734873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=113246710051734873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113246710051734873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/113246710051734873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112919796118572559</id><published>2005-10-13T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:10:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112919796118572559?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112919796118572559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112919796118572559' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112919796118572559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112919796118572559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/10/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112913278857066236</id><published>2005-10-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:59:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On vacation.. in India now, So far so good my old pune city, its fun out here with family and my friends…. It’s been a long time now, I haven’t posted anything. Its not that I am not getting time, Have a lot of things to post many pictures to share, I will do it as I get a proper PC with a decent bandwidth. The days are really going very fast, thats bad... I wish that the time could stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112913278857066236?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112913278857066236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112913278857066236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112913278857066236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112913278857066236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112738284141191109</id><published>2005-09-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T03:46:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night was hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got up late today was nearly 11, came to work , now had a cup of coffee feel lazy though , last night was just hell another bad one, Lately had some software upgrades and things started going wrong one by one, all the systems froze. New errors never seen before, could not figure out what was happing, after 3 hours of struggle was sure that this is one of the time when things don’t work no matter what you do, this has happened before. So I followed the usual path, just make my self cool, left every thing as it is. was feeling hungry, it was 12 past at night, ordered a couple of chicken burgers and Pepsi cans, had my dinner, Then started all over again, figured out the problems, now I had the feeling that things will work out , and it did so. Everything was up and running then had a cup of tea it was past 2, came home and slept dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally got the yahoo pc to pc call working as well, had a chat with my friend, after a long time.. gave him so many bad words, felt so good :) And to my surprise morning got a sms from a relative of mine. Never expected it but felt good about it that these people remember me and contact me. It’s like a will to communicate to what ever means possible. Any way now there are plans for some more upgrades today as well, hope things go fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112738284141191109?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112738284141191109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112738284141191109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112738284141191109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112738284141191109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-was-hell.html' title='Last night was hell'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112729453579422283</id><published>2005-09-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:06:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday today, as usual, work again.. I had the most tiring night of the week last night. Its been a tough week but this special day I reconfirmed my leave. And to my surprise, this morning I got all my friends online at the same time on msn and yahoo, One of them wanted to chat using the new yahoo pc to pc call, but I could not get hold of it, after trying out few times to get in workin, guess I have to update the new version I suppose, will do it today and try out. Just had some samosas rather say very oily samosas, I am havin a guilt feeling now, why did I eat those.. next time may be I will control my self. I think a black bitter coffee will be good now. Lately have started the hand over process , lods left… hhmm had to complete on time &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/fsc/doh.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112729453579422283?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112729453579422283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112729453579422283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112729453579422283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112729453579422283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112715075554846837</id><published>2005-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:25:55.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good news</title><content type='html'>Some good news after long time,  yes me going on vacation, a well deserved one ooooffff .. after a year, next month will be at home , hope so !!!  Plans don’t change as they always do in most of the cases. I passed this news to my friends, all were happy to hear that as few of them had regularly always asked me about it. Just bought a new bag to carry along now have a tds task to fill in everything in 2 bags, I hate this…… Lots of work pending still. Home sweet Home here I come…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112715075554846837?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112715075554846837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112715075554846837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112715075554846837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112715075554846837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-good-news.html' title='Some good news'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112697259221530769</id><published>2005-09-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:53:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaa the meter is wrong</title><content type='html'>Math’s, No probs for that I know all the tables and more often I use a Claci, ..lol….but I am sure that Weirdness meter is still way wrong, , I think the idea about the meter is to make a person feel good about himself.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at the coffee shop ordered a lemon tea but some how dint liked the taste, so told the bar man to added some milk to it and surprisingly he did. Now the taste was worst.... yyyyuuuukkkk...I had to dump it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting with my self on so many things and issues lately, TO BE or NOT TO BE , TO DO or NOT TO DO, and in some cases TO SAY or NOT TO SAY. Anywas………&lt;br /&gt;There is a full stop here. I’ll be speaking too much if I continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112697259221530769?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112697259221530769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112697259221530769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112697259221530769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112697259221530769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/yaa-meter-is-wrong.html' title='Yaa the meter is wrong'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112676925450327680</id><published>2005-09-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:54:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weirdness Meter - 10 %</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #98fb98" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 10% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're totally, completely normal.And that's pretty darn weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that the meter had false readings :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112676925450327680?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112676925450327680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112676925450327680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112676925450327680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112676925450327680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-weirdness-meter-10.html' title='My Weirdness Meter - 10 %'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112668508772400206</id><published>2005-09-14T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:04:47.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who doesn't like this phrase? I love it. It might sound like I love to dream. But we need dreams, don't we? These few days, I have been thinking. Not about assignments sadly, it is more to my emotional feeling which leads me to be 'lazy' to be busy..and let myself waste the time to think on things that I am not supposed to think or I avoid thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; If Only I can be Free from feeling. If only I can please everyone I love. If only I make no mistakes.If only I can foresee my future...If only I could turn back time...If Only.. They are all the 'if Only' questions which are all impossible. Think back, my heart isn't as strong as I think it should be. I hate loneliness, yet can't help not to be. There's always someone who doesn't mind to stand by my side whenever I do need somoeone. But, when I think, I need to be fair too. It has to be vice versa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that I fail to please the people I love. I don't know exactly what I should be doing. Do I actually hurt them really without any intention? Or am I too stupid to NOT know what I have done? Have I always been aware of the consequences of every step that I make? Seriously, I feel so bad as it happens very ofent. What about my emotion and feelings? I am also normal human being.I tell myself, I need to go on, regardless of anything .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I chatted with one of friend today. Some interesting topics and for a change we touched on Potential Love stories too. People say that "It's better to be loved than to love", OR, "It's better to be with someone who love U rather than someone who U love". Is this true? Which one applies? But then, what's the whole point of relationship if there's this constant set of rules &amp; guidelines to follow ?  HHmm.. I guess, to have the mutual love is the best. But it is hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for tonight. Still have a lot in mind about what my current emotions are... but feeling sleepy now, can't write.. no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112668508772400206?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112668508772400206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112668508772400206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112668508772400206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112668508772400206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112660251237554304</id><published>2005-09-13T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:10:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/toaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/toaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what... when the morning is bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112660251237554304?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112660251237554304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112660251237554304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112660251237554304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112660251237554304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/toaster.html' title='Toaster'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112608058057012860</id><published>2005-09-07T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:09:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1coollogo_com_31853215.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/1coollogo_com_31853215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/2coollogo_com_58354601.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112608058057012860?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112608058057012860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112608058057012860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112608058057012860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112608058057012860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112574526066019672</id><published>2005-09-03T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:15:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/cell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/cell1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/cell23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/cell22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish the cell battery never dries, I wish the network never goes down, I wish the credit in sim cards is always full, I wish the talk time never expiries....I wish........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112574526066019672?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112574526066019672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112574526066019672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112574526066019672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112574526066019672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/09/rings.html' title='RINGS'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112461108213562452</id><published>2005-08-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:41:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes i land up here also</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/gg-cardio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/gg-cardio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/gg-aerobics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/gg-aerobics3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/ag-ground11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/ag-ground11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/ag-freeweights1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/ag-freeweights1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/ag-cardio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/ag-cardio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my GYM ......No.. really sometimes i visit here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112461108213562452?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112461108213562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112461108213562452' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112461108213562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112461108213562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/sometimes-i-land-up-here-also.html' title='Sometimes i land up here also'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112453224663467492</id><published>2005-08-20T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T03:10:29.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Meter</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend Kris.. for the site meter and counter... well to pleesss him i have given a Bihari special video .. dont know if he likes it  &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/%5E/c0/laugh.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112453224663467492?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112453224663467492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112453224663467492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112453224663467492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112453224663467492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/site-meter.html' title='Site Meter'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112392509782068877</id><published>2005-08-13T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:10:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy Idependence Day..... Sare Jahaan se achaa....I miss my country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112392509782068877?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112392509782068877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112392509782068877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112392509782068877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112392509782068877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112357151352936440</id><published>2005-08-08T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:11:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/coollogo_com_13091183.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/coollogo_com_13091183.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/coollogo_com_31736241.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/coollogo_com_31736241.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112357151352936440?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112357151352936440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112357151352936440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112357151352936440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112357151352936440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/thought-of-month_08.html' title='Thought of the month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112340668889410380</id><published>2005-08-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:24:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you all a very happy friendship day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/HumTum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/HumTum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,someone who's there through your good times and tears,who stays by your side as your friend through the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112340668889410380?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112340668889410380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112340668889410380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112340668889410380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112340668889410380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/wish-you-all-very-happy-friendship-day.html' title='Wish you all a very happy friendship day'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112300323156896768</id><published>2005-08-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:20:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Error Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who cares about Windows Genuine Advantage Validation Tool ... see this.. my new windows error message....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/400/Error%20Message%20Generator%20Windows%20Error.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So which of the three buttons should i hit... ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112300323156896768?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112300323156896768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112300323156896768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112300323156896768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112300323156896768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-error-message.html' title='My new Error Message'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112288959634990604</id><published>2005-08-01T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:46:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not Tom &amp; Jeery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/tj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/tj.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not Tom &amp; Jerry .. It’s the connectivity icon of the I-port server, if both of these start fighting it means there is a proper connectivity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112288959634990604?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112288959634990604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112288959634990604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112288959634990604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112288959634990604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-not-tom-jeery.html' title='Its not Tom &amp; Jeery'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112280805150034674</id><published>2005-07-31T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:29:43.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have put a new plant in my office recently ... just some thing &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; in the Desert..Soaring temperatures outside..the sun getting wildest, humidity at its peak … wish some of the Maharashtra rains come here too.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112280805150034674?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112280805150034674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112280805150034674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112280805150034674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112280805150034674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-plant.html' title='New Plant'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112271519840346370</id><published>2005-07-30T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T02:19:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They finally found popeye's mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/att27566716uj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/att27566716uj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/att27566729nd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112271519840346370?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112271519840346370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112271519840346370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112271519840346370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112271519840346370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/they-finally-found-popeyes-mom.html' title='They finally found popeye&apos;s mom'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112254871362053303</id><published>2005-07-28T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:52:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who were you in your last life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Got this new thing which shows.. Who were you in your last life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her is mine........&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Turkey around the year 1550.Your profession was that of a farmer, weaver or tailor.&lt;br /&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy.&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your lesson is to develop a kind attitude towards people, and to acquire the gift of understanding and compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112254871362053303?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112254871362053303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112254871362053303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112254871362053303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112254871362053303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-were-you-in-your-last-life.html' title='Who were you in your last life?'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112254056755951635</id><published>2005-07-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:49:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Friend Are U..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your friendship must be warm and on the level. Let me put it this way, You are a fine friend and a formidable foe. With Aries, things are never done by halves. Aries expects total devotion and sincerity in friendship. In turn, he/she extends a loving and strong hand.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A good friend, Many times,family members and close relatives end up as friends. Yes, a Taurean can give himself/herself freely with time, and money, and practical advise.The Taurean likes friends, to be happy and in comfort. The Taurean hates to lose a friend, as the attachment is strong, and will often go out of the way to maintain a relationship. Taurean can be patient, persuasive,persistent with friends.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GEMINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An amusing friend and according to me a good one. Gemini can return love,responds beautifully to a little appreciation. Gemini often feels-but wrongly so-that others don't do enough for him/her. You're young at heart, you could be the life of a group.Whatever others might say about you, I do maintain that you excel in human relationships.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your loyalty and attachments to people make you a friend worth his or her weight in gold. However, see that you do not expect too much out of friendship. Always ready to give, you are likely to be bitterly disappointed when friends do not live up to your own image of them. However, you will seldom cut your friendship ties and do much more for friends than they did for you. A good, solid friend!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As a friend you are worth your weight in pure gold. Leo is a mighty good friend. He/She does not ditch people. Leo is very warm and sincere.Your idealism and romanticism comes through very strongly here. Blessed is the person who has a Leo friend.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VIRGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Understand, Virgo, that yours is a sign of service and communal living it  is a humane sign. Therefore, you need friends, though you may acknowledge it. In friendship, Virgo is at his best. Virgo may not be a hearty type. But Virgo will be steady and extremely reliable as a friend. Whatever advice and suggestions Virgo gives will be practical and to the point. Virgo hates to break off any relationship. A Virgo friend is a solid friend. He/She is worth the price in platinum.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LIBRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can give good advice to a friend and any friend who follows up will never come to grief. But if you expect Libra to give the heart also, you could be disillusioned. This does not mean that Libra is cold. It only means that you Libreans are often detached. You can be a good friend. It only means that one should not expect the impossible from a Libra. But Libra is excellent company. Libra has finesse and grace. Let me say,Libra is the lubricant in all human relationship.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's explosive element here, pure dynamite, if you ask me. However good friend you may be-and you are good-do not be secretive and wear a mask. Yes,you are discriminative in friendship and psychologically speaking,a disturbed family background, sometimes tragically so, is responsible for it. In friendships, you are intensely loyal. Though you do and can appear detached, you are ultra-sensitive, specially in pride and self-respect. You are a little too over-bearing, never a happy ground for a stable friendship. Secrets will be well kept. Do not attach too much importance to minor lapses on the part of friends. You could be betrayed, resulting in a complete severing of all ties.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Generous to a fault and very helpful, you evidently make a good friend. If friends follow your advise they will be happy. Yes, you can guide them very well. Your intuition comes into full play in friendship. You will do more for them than they do for you. Even if your friends fail you-and many of them will-there will be no resentment and hatred. But your own prejudices will blind you on many occasions. With Sagittarius likes and dislikes are intense.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once the initial hurdles are crossed, you will prove to be the old faithful. See that snobbery does not come into the way of true friendship. While you may not be very tactful and polished in your manners and talk,you won't fail a friend in an emergency. Try to reach out more, please.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aquarians can be better counselors than friends. The reason is that, though emotionally involved, they can think clearly and visualize situations and problems creatively. As yours is the sign of friendship, It do predict that your friends will receive both warmth and guidance from you.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PISCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A good friend ,humane, understanding, if slightly unconventional. Yes, you can understand a person intuitively, help him without a show of exuberance.The friendship may have an unworldly touch about it. But your advise should be worth following. A word of warning. Do not expect the impossible here. People have feet of clay and so, I am afraid, do you. Accept them for what they are worth, and let not idealism crowd judgement your innate grace and diplomacy could help save an unpleasant situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112254056755951635?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112254056755951635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112254056755951635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112254056755951635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112254056755951635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-kind-of-friend-are-u.html' title='What Kind Of Friend Are U..?'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112249032388509577</id><published>2005-07-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:52:03.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all Madhuri Dixit fans ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/614862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/614862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is a picture i got from a friend ... not sure of the source of the picture ... but madhuri sure seems to have slimmed down ... looks as pretty as ever ... the kid's cute as well ... looks like those from the tv ads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112249032388509577?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112249032388509577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112249032388509577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112249032388509577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112249032388509577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-all-madhuri-dixit-fans.html' title='For all Madhuri Dixit fans ....'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112247827196425941</id><published>2005-07-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:47:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this one today…. Which one looks good ASH or TAJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This one never seen before.... Compare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/aishwarya2zj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like natural beauty, now if ash can face the public in her day to day life without make-up then i'd say she is more beautiful, but its not possible for her.also the Taj, has been there since 1612 and its as beautiful as it was, the reason coz its a natural beauty.now you decide? I'd say the Taj is more beautiful than miss ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taj Mahal..... the best gift of love..... yet so much true......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yup our lovely taj mahal is a great symbol of beauty. she is merely a passing beauty, but the Taj Mahal will always be there for us to admire. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.........Taj Taj and only Taj ................ Wah Taj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ash yuuuck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Taj 4 life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112247827196425941?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112247827196425941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112247827196425941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112247827196425941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112247827196425941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-this-one-today-which-one-looks.html' title='Got this one today…. Which one looks good ASH or TAJ'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112245790654126393</id><published>2005-07-27T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:05:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amitabh plays Gabbar in the new Sholay</title><content type='html'>The original Ramesh Sippy’s ‘Sholay’ had Amitabh Bachchan in the lead role of Jai. Gabbar Singh played by Amjad Khan then stood as his antagonistic in the film. ‘Sholay’ is again to be revisited and revitalized by Ram Gopal Varma as ‘Ram Gopal Varma Ki Sholay’. We’ve already heard that the newfound glory of the RGV camp Mohit Ahlawat is doing the role of Jai in the film. Since then there is a speculation who’ll play the Gabbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are out in the open now and Bollywood superstar Amitabh Bachchan has been zeroed in to play the legendary villain. He will play the villain in the refurbished version of a one of a kind film in the history of Indian cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGV believes that it is Gabbar Singh who is the pillar of strength for the success of ‘Sholay’.&lt;br /&gt;It’s his punch packed dialogues that still resound in the ears and he is the ultimate hero of the film. Gabbar Singh is again playing a vital role in the refurbished version of the film that will be set in the Mumbai underworld milieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is a rare picture taken on the sets on Sholay , Got it from some one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/rarebehindsholey0qu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good one here .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the biggest tragedy in the movie Sholay..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Well, first of all the Thakur's wife dies &amp;amp; then to make matter worse Gabbar cut off Thakur's hand...&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt; &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/^/aiw/yahoo.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112245790654126393?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112245790654126393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112245790654126393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112245790654126393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112245790654126393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/amitabh-plays-gabbar-in-new-sholay.html' title='Amitabh plays Gabbar in the new Sholay'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112245654086646882</id><published>2005-07-27T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:29:00.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/LRD03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/LRD03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112245654086646882?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112245654086646882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112245654086646882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112245654086646882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112245654086646882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-got-this-t-shirt.html' title='I got this T-Shirt'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112222425049532058</id><published>2005-07-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:21:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Meridien - Pune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hayy Sri ..the alarm set to 12 noon on the Pager and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ringing its time for lunch....&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/%5E/_950/guitar.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you remember our Engineering Room there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wish i had a pic eating together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sweet memories, not that sweet...... okkkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/fsc/lick%20lips.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112222425049532058?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112222425049532058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112222425049532058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112222425049532058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112222425049532058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/le-meridien-pune.html' title='Le Meridien - Pune'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112221894778921700</id><published>2005-07-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:43:05.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Cartoon Show….. Top Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The TC Gang Members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Top Cat&lt;br /&gt;2) Choo Choo&lt;br /&gt;3) Benny The Ball&lt;br /&gt;4) Spook&lt;br /&gt;5) Fancy Fancy&lt;br /&gt;6) Brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The smart talking Top Cat was just one in a long line of Hanna Barbera feline characters that stretched back as far as the much loved Tom &amp;amp; Jerry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112221894778921700?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112221894778921700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112221894778921700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112221894778921700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112221894778921700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-favorite-cartoon-show-top-cat.html' title='My Favorite Cartoon Show….. Top Cat'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112195479318807202</id><published>2005-07-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T07:09:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/good1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/good1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112195479318807202?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112195479318807202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112195479318807202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112195479318807202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112195479318807202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/thought-of-month.html' title='Thought of the Month'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112194011139977505</id><published>2005-07-21T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T04:09:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/%5E/sg/sparkling%20heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is that the "love" we are talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;... A stronger sense of caring you love some one that you really care for and will think of them before your self some one that is special that you can tell them anything with ease some one you always want to be around and miss every second there gone ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can say you love when you are willing to give up the need to understand. when nothing makes sense and yet they make complete sense. when you are ready to just ride the beast and hold on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112194011139977505?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112194011139977505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112194011139977505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112194011139977505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112194011139977505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14538132.post-112150118948573444</id><published>2005-07-16T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:34:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Hawar Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/Tanveer1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/Tanveer1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/Tanveer.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/1on%20boat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/1on%20boat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/12%20full%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/2%20zet%20sky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/6%20Arabian%20sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/4%20bare.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/9%20sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/320/11%20full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a trip to Hawar Islands, Bahrain.. some time back.. had a fab time there ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1319/1600/CRS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14538132-112150118948573444?l=tanveerk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/feeds/112150118948573444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14538132&amp;postID=112150118948573444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112150118948573444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14538132/posts/default/112150118948573444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanveerk.blogspot.com/2005/07/trip-to-hawar-islands.html' title='Trip to Hawar Islands'/><author><name>Tanveer Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085679611202293279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yBGBennl5A/TCoBlaj47kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSCCCBW6zD4/S220/Pied_Piper_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
