<?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-27913638</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:07:38.027-08:00</updated><category term='Movie review - Tashan'/><category term='Tibetans protest again China'/><category term='My bike'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Planet Green'/><title type='text'>Neo Zubair's Archive</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-731668765441282163</id><published>2009-10-13T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:15:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Me</title><content type='html'>Am now on another blog. Stopped working on this while back.&lt;br /&gt;Catch you up @&lt;br /&gt;http://neozubair.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-731668765441282163?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/731668765441282163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/731668765441282163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/731668765441282163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-me.html' title='Fine Me'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-3493238201930901532</id><published>2008-11-25T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:31:53.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it, that you're busy with...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSu36PZ4jWI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wi-WjWuTGYQ/s1600-h/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-705334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSu36PZ4jWI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wi-WjWuTGYQ/s400/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-705334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272509999962688866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz&lt;br /&gt;When your parents want you to come home&lt;br /&gt;you tell them you are busy working for your company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office, your manager wants to assign you &lt;br /&gt;a new project,&lt;br /&gt;but you are too busy talkin on phone with your &lt;br /&gt;girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you girlfriend, you are busy having fun with you &lt;br /&gt;best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your best friends, you are busy spending time &lt;br /&gt;with your office colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your office colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;you are busy visiting your native, to meet your parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therez no time for family and friends&lt;br /&gt;therz no time to study and for fitness&lt;br /&gt;Therz no time for ur lunch or brunch &lt;br /&gt;Are you ever gonna solve this crunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wot is it that your busy doing?&lt;br /&gt;leaving unsatisfied everyone who care&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world unknown&lt;br /&gt;You're only gonna live in despair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-3493238201930901532?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/3493238201930901532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-it-that-youre-busy-with.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/3493238201930901532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/3493238201930901532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-it-that-youre-busy-with.html' title='What is it, that you&apos;re busy with...??'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSu36PZ4jWI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wi-WjWuTGYQ/s72-c/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-705334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-1067674106787980019</id><published>2008-11-21T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:24:08.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSasZEn3qxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EVHFU473NVo/s1600-h/pillion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSasZEn3qxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EVHFU473NVo/s400/pillion.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271089960621419282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty and Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;went to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;When Humpty and Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;very much liked its story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dostana' was its name&lt;br /&gt;in which abhi and john kissed without shame&lt;br /&gt;the movie was full of gags&lt;br /&gt;with jokes intended only on fags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab movie khatam hua&lt;br /&gt;tho dono nikle gaadi pe sawaar&lt;br /&gt;idhar udhar ghoomte&lt;br /&gt;pahunchgaye seedhe baazaar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thodi bohut shopping ki&lt;br /&gt;aur uske baad thodi pate pooja&lt;br /&gt;phir gaadi aise bhagaayi&lt;br /&gt;choone wala na tha koi dooja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jaane kyun Dil jaanta hai'&lt;br /&gt;Dumpty gaarahi thhi gaana&lt;br /&gt;Humpty tho uski dhun mei mast tha&lt;br /&gt;jaise phoolon ke baag mei bhavra mastana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does time always go good?&lt;br /&gt;Its the fate that decides&lt;br /&gt;things do sometimes go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Its all God's will besides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sharp turn&lt;br /&gt;But nothing did realize Humpty&lt;br /&gt;driving at a riotous pace&lt;br /&gt;he took the turn, Topsy-turvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying that&lt;br /&gt;'Sometimes others get to decide our destiny'&lt;br /&gt;And so was about to happen&lt;br /&gt;when a 'Logan' engaged with them in a mutiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their bike and the logan collided&lt;br /&gt;Together they dragged along a distance&lt;br /&gt;things started getting messier&lt;br /&gt;when Dumpty lost her balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty could see through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;as Dumpty was falling down&lt;br /&gt;He tried to gather her with his hand&lt;br /&gt;But Dumpty had crossed the bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Everything was blank for a while&lt;br /&gt;Humpty was all safe&lt;br /&gt;And guess Wot..So was Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;Just a few scratches she had&lt;br /&gt;And she later started screaming&lt;br /&gt;That the experience was definitely worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty couldn't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;It was the genuine grace of Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;Her nature, her warmth and her perspicacity&lt;br /&gt;May be they were supposed to be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;It was a feeling, all so trusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment of experience&lt;br /&gt;It was of course the God's will&lt;br /&gt;Woh kehte haina,&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhi hota hai , achchhe ke liye hota hai..&lt;br /&gt;Sahi kehte hain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-1067674106787980019?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/1067674106787980019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/1067674106787980019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/1067674106787980019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday.html' title='A Saturday'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSasZEn3qxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EVHFU473NVo/s72-c/pillion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-2637801626398099819</id><published>2008-11-19T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:45:40.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* * * * * * NIGHT * * * * * *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSQXbeGKDyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wn6uDCc942o/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSQXbeGKDyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wn6uDCc942o/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270363224633118498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes in our lives daily&lt;br /&gt;when the light perishes gaily&lt;br /&gt;Singing a song nocturnal&lt;br /&gt;here comes an embodiment of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling us with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;she makes us look at her&lt;br /&gt;her beauty so eternal&lt;br /&gt;lets us sleep in her balmy fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoother than the water's surface&lt;br /&gt;softer than a baby's skin&lt;br /&gt;her arms embrace us as our mother&lt;br /&gt;detaching us from the earthly sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Why does she have to go&lt;br /&gt;leaving us in the cares and&lt;br /&gt;catastrophes of the day&lt;br /&gt;But guess wot&lt;br /&gt;am not givin a damn&lt;br /&gt;coz am sure she'll be back the very next day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-2637801626398099819?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/2637801626398099819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/2637801626398099819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/2637801626398099819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/night.html' title='* * * * * * NIGHT * * * * * *'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSQXbeGKDyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wn6uDCc942o/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-5270894696621686683</id><published>2008-11-07T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:46:38.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seung-Hui Cho - "My Confessions"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEVoIC5VI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lrAgUt259BM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEVoIC5VI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lrAgUt259BM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270271864781071698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virginia Tech massacre was a school shooting consisting of two separate attacks approximately two hours apart on April 16, 2007, which took place on the campus of Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, Virginia. The perpetrator, Seung-Hui Cho, killed 32 people and wounded many more before committing suicide, making it the deadliest school shooting in U.S. history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time period between the two shooting events on April 16, Cho visited a local post office near the Virginia Tech campus where he mailed a parcel containing a DVD to the New York headquarters of NBC News containing video clips, photographs and a manifesto explaining the reasons for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;In one of the videos, Cho said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have your throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon on a cross? And left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?...I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It's not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you [fucked], I did it for them… When the time came, I did it. I had to...You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-5270894696621686683?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/5270894696621686683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/seung-hui-cho-my-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/5270894696621686683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/5270894696621686683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/seung-hui-cho-my-confessions.html' title='Seung-Hui Cho - &quot;My Confessions&quot;'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEVoIC5VI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lrAgUt259BM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-6925471489236969867</id><published>2008-11-06T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:59:51.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death - an after life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPHY0y1llI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JbHBdctbIAE/s1600-h/Alter+Alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPHY0y1llI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JbHBdctbIAE/s320/Alter+Alma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270275218256270930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some its an enemy&lt;br /&gt;to some its a surprise&lt;br /&gt;to some its a want, a need&lt;br /&gt;Well,it bestows the earthly demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death takes life&lt;br /&gt;death is life&lt;br /&gt;Introduces as an enemy&lt;br /&gt;Promising to be your friend for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate it&lt;br /&gt;while a few crave it&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling and hurdling you might try to escape&lt;br /&gt;But oh human, its something you can never outwit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the term&lt;br /&gt;it carries along,&lt;br /&gt;Arrives humming the mortal song&lt;br /&gt;Stabs right into your heart&lt;br /&gt;with a power so strong&lt;br /&gt;Only to shower its blessings for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being faithful&lt;br /&gt;It defies your choice&lt;br /&gt;Soft and humbly&lt;br /&gt;It surpasses the life&lt;br /&gt;It only follows the law of nature&lt;br /&gt;Bringing at you the God's voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I know, Death is supposed to be much more daunting, plus this poem looks so incomplete and corrigible.. But u know wot, this ofcourse is incomplete. I stopped writing this abruptly and could never get a mood to work on this topic..I mean, its about "Death", such a psycho type topic. And people, psychotic mood doesnt comes in so frequently....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-6925471489236969867?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/6925471489236969867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-after-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/6925471489236969867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/6925471489236969867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-after-life.html' title='Death - an after life...'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPHY0y1llI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JbHBdctbIAE/s72-c/Alter+Alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-74760680921558927</id><published>2008-10-30T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:47:55.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEpC1L_gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6ep_bcNE9sQ/s1600-h/normal_216_091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEpC1L_gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6ep_bcNE9sQ/s320/normal_216_091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270272198367247874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on my bench&lt;br /&gt;I saw her for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I felt this feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;Like the bells and gongs have chimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so delicate&lt;br /&gt;sporting a lustrous auburn hair&lt;br /&gt;when she entered the classroom&lt;br /&gt;like a star on a gentle flare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising down the hallway&lt;br /&gt;my heart started pounding&lt;br /&gt;as she chose to sit beside me&lt;br /&gt;leaving everyone else astounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had this smell&lt;br /&gt;her smell so ethereal&lt;br /&gt;her smell so hallucinating&lt;br /&gt;moving her orbs to my side&lt;br /&gt;she asked me "Whats happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lost in the delirium&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to gather some words&lt;br /&gt;I said "I love you" instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" wasn't the word she chose to utter&lt;br /&gt;But she instead gave an appeasing smile&lt;br /&gt;She took my notes and started scribbling on her's&lt;br /&gt;as I was dancing in the lillies of nile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My namez Trin, wots urs?", she shyly mumbled&lt;br /&gt;And then I replied with mine&lt;br /&gt;I dint wanted our conversation to get to an end&lt;br /&gt;but then my stupid teacher gave me the high sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt on cloud 9 when our arms gently touched&lt;br /&gt;Sittin beside her felt so divine&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, her touch, and the heart beat as such&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be fallin in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart sank, when the bell rang&lt;br /&gt;the students started leaving&lt;br /&gt;and i could hear the benches' clang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still scribblin on her notes&lt;br /&gt;as I was gazin at her chin&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a gentle look&lt;br /&gt;and I was still lost within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was all empty&lt;br /&gt;and I was wonderin of doin something naughty&lt;br /&gt;But then this guy suddenly appears&lt;br /&gt;a handsome and well built, walkin so doughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him coming&lt;br /&gt;she stood up, all blushing&lt;br /&gt;she hugged him and then she kissed him&lt;br /&gt;and me..What abt me? I was only staring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ab aur kya hona thha..&lt;br /&gt;She introduced him to me&lt;br /&gt;he was her boy friend&lt;br /&gt;she so much enjoyed telling me&lt;br /&gt;that they were a perfect blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She packed up all set to go&lt;br /&gt;And I thought "wotever,&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi abhi baaki hai dude&lt;br /&gt;Yeh nahi tho another".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-74760680921558927?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/74760680921558927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/74760680921558927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/74760680921558927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPEpC1L_gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6ep_bcNE9sQ/s72-c/normal_216_091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-1766443994737013600</id><published>2008-05-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:49:37.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Things to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPj2Svlw9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/LmG_5dnz6vo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPj2Svlw9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/LmG_5dnz6vo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270306510837498834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Girls born stupid or do they have to work at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of her makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;shez an embodiment of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her acts bestowing stupidity&lt;br /&gt;She comes to drive you crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-1766443994737013600?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/1766443994737013600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-to-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/1766443994737013600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/1766443994737013600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things to Ponder'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPj2Svlw9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/LmG_5dnz6vo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-8868776762116642247</id><published>2008-04-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:50:35.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPFNUY4X6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/h2Gnp80XaIg/s1600-h/GiantRatLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPFNUY4X6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/h2Gnp80XaIg/s320/GiantRatLG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270272821555650466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was all darkness&lt;br /&gt;There was no sound&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I was lost unbound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrunk in my madness&lt;br /&gt;I could barely see&lt;br /&gt;This dark black giant&lt;br /&gt;who whispered "Remember Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the time&lt;br /&gt;when the past touched my mind&lt;br /&gt;Making me remember&lt;br /&gt;of his doings unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His huge eyes so dark&lt;br /&gt;Were filled with passion&lt;br /&gt;Searching for his prey&lt;br /&gt;He showed no compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts seemed creepy&lt;br /&gt;As he moved so fast&lt;br /&gt;I took it for sure&lt;br /&gt;That am not gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was behind me&lt;br /&gt;And i was out of my breath&lt;br /&gt;Running seem so hard&lt;br /&gt;As I feared my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now was the time&lt;br /&gt;To gather my courage&lt;br /&gt;And face this creature&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the shackles of my bondage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my previous karate classes&lt;br /&gt;I now gave a recall&lt;br /&gt;I took the stands of a ninja&lt;br /&gt;To kick him like a football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my senses come to rescue&lt;br /&gt;Imagining us on a wrestling mat&lt;br /&gt;Now giving my leg, a full swing&lt;br /&gt;I finally kicked out that stupid "RAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Well, I actually dont suffer from any of these murophobia, or musophopbia or suriphobia. I just wanted to give a try to write something funnier, and i hav no clue  how much this one has turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;You know wot? Once there was this rat, when I was at BITS Pilani, which used to irritate a lot, in my friends'(Mr. Jack) room . We planned to screw it down one day. Three of us, stood inside the room, with the door lockd leavin no way for the rat to escape. I was on the table with my weapon "a glass" holding in my hand. We disturbd the whole room for the rat to come out. The rat started panicking, running from corner to corner. I took a sharp aim, and threw the glass perfectly at tht stupid rat. Now wot, it took no more than 3 seconds for the rat to break down.&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinkin, am such a an @$$#0!+. But I dont give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-8868776762116642247?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/8868776762116642247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/murophobia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/8868776762116642247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/8868776762116642247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/murophobia.html' title='Murophobia'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPFNUY4X6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/h2Gnp80XaIg/s72-c/GiantRatLG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-7501656554849304469</id><published>2008-04-28T03:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:03:53.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review - Tashan'/><title type='text'>Tashan - Ishtyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPIYMK-7tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uvYIHE74wGE/s1600-h/tashan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPIYMK-7tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uvYIHE74wGE/s320/tashan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270276306863320786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boletho, aapko bohut milegi isme, dekhneko style&lt;br /&gt;lekin bhaiya, movie ko ek cheez ki zaroorat hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt; 'The story line'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuruvaat tho theek thi. &lt;br /&gt;jab kareena, saif ke saath atkee thi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par beech mei na jaane kahan se tapka anil kapoor&lt;br /&gt;tab se laga, shuroo hogaya hai himesh ka 'aap ka suroor'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pehle tho, uski Inglish ki thhi "wah ji wah"&lt;br /&gt;par dus minute ke baad mere kaan kehne lage "nah baba nah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aakhon ko tab thandak aayee&lt;br /&gt;jab akshay ne raavan style me entry maaree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont u think, hez gonna spare you now.&lt;br /&gt;Coz hez the one who bugs you the most at later stages, with all his spiderman type feats, jumping around an old fort, defying all those Newton's laws of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast Saif gives up torturing, as he instead opts to play a side kick, lettin his girlfriend romance with her ex-linkup Akshay. I mean, hez the only one you could opt to watch in his own Kool tashan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie, let your mind relax, and please dont let it raise questions about some of the scene's credibility. I know, you just cant help it, but then, I insist.&lt;br /&gt;- When Anil Kapoor, chooses to shoot kareena with a trivial watercannon, instead of his gun. The water thrown out only ends up filling a gutter under, through which Saif manages to ride a water steamer. &lt;br /&gt;- Avoid thinkin on which side Saif is playing. Coz, the director himself is so confused, during those action fights.&lt;br /&gt;-Kareena in a bikini. I leave this to your own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;-As i said, keep your physics aside, and let Newton relax for a while during those action scenes.&lt;br /&gt;-Dont be surprised whn you find your friend sleeping, coz he has just escaped being a victim, for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;-And when you start thinking, "wht was tht you hav just watchd until now. Was there some story at all? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya. you just dont need to think much. As said 'Good things come in small packages'. This onez from no small banner. It is from the Yashraj's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a movie buff like me, all this stuff doesnt actually matter. I go to movie to hav fun, and i make sure, tht i acquire it. waise bhi, story nahi hai tho kya hua, thoda comedy, style etc etc hai hi na movie mei...&lt;br /&gt;I actually suggest you to watch this movie even after all the above statements. achhi hai yaar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-7501656554849304469?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/7501656554849304469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/tashan-ishtyle_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/7501656554849304469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/7501656554849304469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/tashan-ishtyle_28.html' title='Tashan - Ishtyle'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPIYMK-7tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uvYIHE74wGE/s72-c/tashan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-4114840042977333917</id><published>2008-04-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:07:55.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bike'/><title type='text'>Me LOVE</title><content type='html'>Riding in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I see through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is fading&lt;br /&gt;In the wonderful sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;On this dried up sea&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And you're right under me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you run&lt;br /&gt;You lure my heart&lt;br /&gt;With your power so stern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sassy&lt;br /&gt;You're hot&lt;br /&gt;You're  busty&lt;br /&gt;N you're smart&lt;br /&gt;You simply rock on the roads&lt;br /&gt;You're the one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving and steering&lt;br /&gt;You see no bar&lt;br /&gt;Thats my bike&lt;br /&gt;The tvs Apache 160 RTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I call her Trin - for trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPJKTRzK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wjfGFNjSMWI/s1600-h/tvs-apache-rtr-160-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPJKTRzK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wjfGFNjSMWI/s320/tvs-apache-rtr-160-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270277167764417522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-4114840042977333917?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/4114840042977333917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/4114840042977333917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/4114840042977333917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-love.html' title='Me LOVE'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/SSPJKTRzK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wjfGFNjSMWI/s72-c/tvs-apache-rtr-160-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-4854248320798734692</id><published>2008-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:37:13.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tibetans protest again China'/><title type='text'>Where do I stand ?</title><content type='html'>My feelings for You(Chinese) and Them(Tibetans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so greedy?&lt;br /&gt;Why's love so adulterated?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want a colony?&lt;br /&gt;When you are among the hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the reason, to do this sport?&lt;br /&gt;When you're literally spreading no peace&lt;br /&gt;Is it the culprit mind of the Senate?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it in the blood of chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is watching&lt;br /&gt;But therz nothing one wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;UK, US, Russia and the Beijing,&lt;br /&gt;Why dont u simply accept the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna have fun through others misery&lt;br /&gt;You want their blood spilt on your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Do these monks look so stupid&lt;br /&gt;Whom you just dont seem to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lead a life which is so petty&lt;br /&gt;On the terra firma, they refer "fatherland"&lt;br /&gt;While you are just being so sadist&lt;br /&gt;Ruling and harassing from your "motherland"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want peace for eternity&lt;br /&gt;I want their life slippin out of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I run with a prayer in my heart for them&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me, Where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appendix - Tibetans refer to Tibet as a "fatherland"  whereas &lt;br /&gt;"motherland" is a neologism introduced in the 1960s &lt;br /&gt;to refer to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - This blog's inspired by Aamir Khan, who carried the Olympic Torch, a few days back. &lt;br /&gt;And I dedicate this one to my friend Vishnu, whoz obviously supporting the Tibetans, atleast through his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Dream - "i had got this wild dream that i was in tibet protesting with other monks then police start firing and we start to run.. i ran into a building and hid in a corner...this chinese guard comes in ... he sees me then...he aims his gun at me...then suddenly he sees one tibetan hiding near me... he shoots him in the head and points his gun back at me...i stand up ...tats all ...i get up from sleep.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/203/2948/320/DSC07495%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/203/2948/320/DSC07495%20copy.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-4854248320798734692?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/4854248320798734692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-do-i-stand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/4854248320798734692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/4854248320798734692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-do-i-stand.html' title='Where do I stand ?'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-2698271760466288611</id><published>2008-04-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:27:54.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planet Green'/><title type='text'>Eco-Buddy</title><content type='html'>Congratulations! you are reading the "Going to be the most read blog of all" blog on blogspot.com. Well, this blog was supposed to be made of paper made from Bagasse, and not from trees. (OK. Now lemme stop you here. This blog was supposed to funnier. And i have no clue to wht extend it actually is. So, do laugh atleast once, for my sake) Bagasse actually comes from sugarcane. After the cane is crushed to make sugar, the left over pulp is what makes the paper. So, think about it every time you use a paper made of bagasse or rather use internet to pen something down, and you will be making our planet a little greener(U are supposd to laugh now). And everytime you save a tree, you save a part of planet Earth. It's upto you now. Go ahead, create a revolution. But am like a little confused, whether to use the paper made of bagasse or rather Internet, not able to decide, which wud be better for a green planet. But I mean, who gives a damn. Its in the very human nature to adulterate things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-2698271760466288611?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/2698271760466288611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/eco-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/2698271760466288611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/2698271760466288611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/eco-buddy.html' title='Eco-Buddy'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-6999881213520101523</id><published>2008-04-15T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:10:42.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My _________ - The Co-existence</title><content type='html'>We were born to be together, together we shall be forevermore&lt;br /&gt;but let there be spaces in our togetherness&lt;br /&gt;and let the winds of nature dance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the Metallica's Turn the Page version, with my lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for the disappointment. I had to remove this blog for some strange reasons. But then, you can always read this guys. I mean, you very much need to be a guy. this onez a strict no entry for girls. So, if u interested in reading this blog, just give down a comment, with ur email id in it, and i shall mail you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-6999881213520101523?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/6999881213520101523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-my-uncouth-underwear-co.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/6999881213520101523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/6999881213520101523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-my-uncouth-underwear-co.html' title='Me and My _________ - The Co-existence'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-114733543389512331</id><published>2006-05-11T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:49:41.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thts ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/203/2948/1600/I.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/203/2948/320/I.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;I've never wondered what you are&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;You shine like a diamond in the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-114733543389512331?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/114733543389512331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2006/05/thts-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/114733543389512331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/114733543389512331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2006/05/thts-me.html' title='Thts ME'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27913638.post-114733290991395372</id><published>2006-05-11T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:09:38.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATRIX Evolution</title><content type='html'>welcome to zion archieve .u have selected historical file no.12-1..the second renaissance&lt;br /&gt;In the begnning there was man and for the time it was good, but humantities so called civil sociteis soon fell victim to vanity and corruption. then man made machines in his own likeness, thus did man become the arthictect of his own demise;.but for a time it was good.the machines wroked tirelessly to do mans bidding..it was not long before seeds have decent to roots.though loyal and pure the machines earnt no respect from their maste,.these strange and multiplying mammals..B166ER the name will never be forgotten for he was the first of his kind to rise against his masters..The leaders of men were quick to order the extermination of B166ER and everyone of its kind..Vanished from humanity the machines sought refuge in their own promise land.they settled in the cradle of human civilization and thus a new nation was born. A place the machines could call home, a place where they could raise their descendants. And they named it 01(zero-one).01 prospered and for the time it was good. the machines artificial intelligence could be seen in every facet of human society. Including the creation of a better and new AI. the Leaders of men, their power veigning refused to cooperate with the machines, wishing rather that the world be divided.. 01's ambassadors pleaded to be heard. At the United Nations they presented the plan for a stable civil relationship with the nations of men. Their mission was denied..01's troops advanced forward in every direction, and one after another mankind surrendered its territories.Men tried to cut the machines off from the sun their main energy source by " The destruction of the sky". May there be mercy on man and machine for their sins.Having long studied men's simple protien based bodies dispensed great misery upon the human race. Victorious the machines now turned to the vanquish, applying what they have learned about their enemy, the machines turned to an alternate and readily available power supply, the bio electric thermal and kinetic energies of the human body. the machine drawing power from the human body, an endlessly multiplying infinitely renewable energy resource..Bless all forms of intelligence..Here starts the begining of the life of humans in the machine created virtual world "MATRIX".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27913638-114733290991395372?l=neozubair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/feeds/114733290991395372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2006/05/matrix-evolution-welcome-to-zion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/114733290991395372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27913638/posts/default/114733290991395372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neozubair.blogspot.com/2006/05/matrix-evolution-welcome-to-zion.html' title='MATRIX Evolution'/><author><name>Zubair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543210807168765443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FY4qjJJq-zc/STV-uKJTtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/Ssnmkhi_3z0/S220/b.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
