<?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-8793512768903281626</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:34:42.115+06:00</updated><category term='Humourous'/><title type='text'>KAUKAB</title><subtitle type='html'>I JUST WANT TO BE KAUKAB.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-8641735791123846307</id><published>2009-04-05T03:47:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:27:02.044+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Topic In Process</title><content type='html'>Everybody has a propaganda. Be it common man or be it president of a country. The differnence is the target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I fail than being Medicore, Failing once is better than being mediocore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-8641735791123846307?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8641735791123846307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=8641735791123846307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8641735791123846307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8641735791123846307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2009/04/topic-in-process.html' title='Topic In Process'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-7439766552144057870</id><published>2009-03-14T23:59:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:18:13.365+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SdVjzS1u1yI/AAAAAAAACkc/5Y37TzLd41k/s1600-h/resillience.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320268267689793314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SdVjzS1u1yI/AAAAAAAACkc/5Y37TzLd41k/s320/resillience.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resilient&lt;/strong&gt; :this word I heard somewhere and i quickly queried it down in google and found the following meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Able to weather tribulation without cracking. Able to weather tribulation without cracking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone said who better than you can write about resilient. I dont know why someone should think something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway what is being resilient. If someone says that , that person is very resilient what does that mean. Does that mean he is very flexible. I dont think flexible &amp;amp; resilient are the adjactive that can be used in place of each other. What I feel is that , being resilience means handling lot of pressure and without breaking off. May be stubborn &amp;amp; resillience are related in a way. Without being stubborn someone cannot be resillient. So if resilliance is a positive character then so should be stubbornnes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics defines Resillience as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the maximum energy per unit volume that can be elastically stored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-7439766552144057870?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7439766552144057870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=7439766552144057870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7439766552144057870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7439766552144057870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2009/03/resilient.html' title='Resilient'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SdVjzS1u1yI/AAAAAAAACkc/5Y37TzLd41k/s72-c/resillience.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-1038540079011136801</id><published>2009-03-01T23:40:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:44:47.379+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has suddenly moved to a slow track as a result long time no blogs. There are few unfinished blogs which I have written but forgot what I was thinking so will remain unfinished, unless I guess untill i am able to invent something out of those.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will be back on track soon......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-1038540079011136801?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1038540079011136801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=1038540079011136801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1038540079011136801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1038540079011136801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-has-suddenly-moved-to-slow-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-7758947222961461608</id><published>2008-01-14T22:18:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:10.410+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Randomly Without any sense ;))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R54osrXhKnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/H9Ix2L_QJ-U/s1600-h/coffeehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160606971033889394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R54osrXhKnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/H9Ix2L_QJ-U/s200/coffeehead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man is by nature a political animal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARIstoTle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I presume what I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(मैं वही मानता हूँ जो मुझे अच्छा लगता है!)This scentence was coined by me back in college days.There always used to be some set of news or rumor around and the most common being &lt;em&gt;result aa gaya(why do i care)&lt;/em&gt; .Whenever there were/are(now also) diffrent sets of information on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something,&lt;/span&gt; my opinion was Presume what you like. Or invent the other perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The present era in which we are living now is popularly known as/called the Information age, we are flooded with information(which we often dont need sometimes e.g. AAjTak) . Information/data/opinions/words/records etc. --- For a single point, many dimensions of views are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; in the air (ionosphere) and one is just a click &amp;amp; few keywords away from them. This process is somewhat similar to organic processes. Each information accumulated react, combine,fight; in simple terms gets processed inside the brain and leads to new or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; data accumulation generaly in the binary form,  for the info-gatherers so as to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; for free. Rarely, on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; its not free (e.g. Patents,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;copyright&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Information&lt;/span&gt; flowing in air , its nothing new. What we speak is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;information(&lt;em&gt; its plural without s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it gets carried by air only generally. Why am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bakwas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about information? The answer is I am getting bored right now and want to bore others also(those who will be reading). I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Swaminomics&lt;/span&gt; one of the regular column in Sunday times. I simply love the way ,the author using the facts &amp;amp; data arrives at some conclusion. Same in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Freakonomics&lt;/span&gt;. But what is the authenticity that all the facts are provided while arriving at the conclusion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I, myself have been able to notice how few extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;data's&lt;/span&gt; are added or few facts are removed to arrive at a conclusion which could be further used to distort the facts without mentioning that it is a fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R54pA7XhKoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dfnVXO2VF7I/s1600-h/csl0212l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160607318926240386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R54pA7XhKoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dfnVXO2VF7I/s200/csl0212l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just going Random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to make sense always but fiction has to&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when something is making too much sense, I work out to see how it could be seen as senseless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lot of things happen around the world and lot of opinions emerges . Often they make me confused. A beautiful strong word which I have used very much for helping myself to escape difficult situations. e.g. When I have no idea about something I go by a simple stand that ''I am confused as so many ideas/options are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;" and in many more ways. The important thing is I am able to use this word in both negative &amp;amp; positive ways as the time of the day requires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All my ideas are my own ideas &amp;amp; are the outcome of very processes inside my head at an instant/frame of time. So its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; to fact or any thing is mere coincidence, you may agree with me or you may not .Even I may not agree with it at some frame of time So nothing official about it. This is a disclaimer for everything here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So [&lt;em&gt;wait, pause&lt;/em&gt;] I was writing about happenings around the world. When ever there is confusion in a group of people say in sports where the facts are unknown [e.g. run out] and a decision is to be taken a very famous method or the only method I have seen being used is to take the count and why not because that will make happy to maximum people. But this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; means that decision is correct always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kaukab&lt;/span&gt; stop being Political!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;Just go &amp;amp; freak out &amp;amp; be a Punk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-7758947222961461608?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7758947222961461608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=7758947222961461608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7758947222961461608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7758947222961461608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-randomly-without-any-sense.html' title='Going Randomly Without any sense ;))))'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R54osrXhKnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/H9Ix2L_QJ-U/s72-c/coffeehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-1098029118020307229</id><published>2008-01-14T21:58:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:10.497+06:00</updated><title type='text'>nAnO    10^-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R4uKASVo-pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KQABaWcXqFk/s1600-h/Blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155365935982901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R4uKASVo-pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KQABaWcXqFk/s400/Blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-1098029118020307229?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1098029118020307229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=1098029118020307229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1098029118020307229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1098029118020307229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2008/01/nano-10-9.html' title='nAnO    10^-9'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R4uKASVo-pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KQABaWcXqFk/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-5118445450590278859</id><published>2007-12-28T22:05:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:50:23.929+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Socha Na Tha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_on_10_1_2005_08_44_14/stunt_04%20copy.jpg47aa4c2b-e0e6-41b0-ac97-ee983410e96eLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_on_10_1_2005_08_44_14/stunt_04%20copy.jpg47aa4c2b-e0e6-41b0-ac97-ee983410e96eLarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never even thought that this could . Papa read my last posting of blog. I never expected he knew about blogging and my blog. One has to just search "Kaukab Enayet" my name in google and the result will point to my blog. Got a nice scolding on phone and lot of lectures about discipline, carelessness, my future etc. More will be in store for me when i will be in home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got screwed in exam , and then now this............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;???????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-5118445450590278859?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5118445450590278859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=5118445450590278859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5118445450590278859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5118445450590278859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/12/socha-na-tha.html' title='Socha Na Tha'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-8600040072600655844</id><published>2007-12-16T21:05:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:11.253+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humourous'/><title type='text'>Saving few extra bucks....</title><content type='html'>On 16th of december I had to appear in one more MBA entrance exam SNAP(one of my religious activity to appear in exams) just because I had filled up the form long back when the spirits were high and etc. AsI usual I was behaving /doing like myself only. (KAUKAB has now become an adjective to laziness in this part of my world). I had not even taken printout of my admit card and neither I had the photo. I was just not interested in giving exam. But because I had made the expense on form I decided to go and give exam.So any way before leaving for exam ..........went for photo sanp as required and then took the printout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2y1XCVo9wI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O5v2n52Cdk4/s1600-h/ist2_1073548_catching_the_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687881546888962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2y1XCVo9wI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O5v2n52Cdk4/s400/ist2_1073548_catching_the_bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      The center was quite 20 km far from where I was standing and I was just not in mood to spend some hundred to reach the center just for giving some freak exam. So went to a bus stop to reach the center. I waited for about 1/2 hour but the particular bus I was looking for didnot arrived till I was waiting there. So finally I decided to go to another bus stop by autorickshaw which runs on shared service. As I had moved away from the stand by auto I saw the bus I was waiting for arriving. I left the auto and started running towards the bus at my full speed but I was not able to reach near it. It stopped at the stand and I was running, people were looking and just wondering/laughing why a person is running for a bus(Se one more good I made for human society by making them smile). I had almost reached near the bus when it left, it didnt heard my scream . It looked pure filmy style....Peter Parker in spider Man First Part. But this is not the end. I just didnot wanted to spend extra money for giving this exam so I had to catch the bus. I took a auto and asked him to catch the bus for me and get 20 bucks for it. So now I was chasing the bus by auto. Every time the autorichshaw wanted to overtake it the bus increased the speed. It seemed even by auto I will not be able to catch the bus and I will have to take taxi .But finall I got an idea and asked to go in the opposite lane and then try overtaking the bus. This was bit rule breaking but it paid and finally autorickshaw overtook the bus and was standing in front of it to stop it . It seemed as if my girlfriend is leaving away from that bus and I was running behind bus to stop her from going. I paid the money 20 bucks to auto-wala and 7 Rs. I f Iwould have taken tax it would have costed me 300 Bucks I saved almost 250 bucks . Twice I can go for Biryani party or one date expense was saved. Dude it was ............cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2y0XCVo9uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ENS7IsAlHGg/s1600-h/150px-Bettys.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146686782035261154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2y0XCVo9uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ENS7IsAlHGg/s400/150px-Bettys.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At test center I just reached almost on time. Just when I entered gate I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;realized ," Dude you have come to give an exam,time cracking exam and I have not brought watch".Any way I am KAUKAB and these things are expected from me. Papers were distributed when I reached the class room. I took my seat and then what ??? A cool beautiful girl /babe was sharing my bench. I thought atleast in these 2 hours time pass to acha hoga. But later I regreted ,I wish she would not had sitted beside me. I could have solved few extra around 5-10 more questions and that means a lot. While giving exam I was just thinking how to talk to her and was busy in fantasising the steps instead of solving the paper many time. Finally when paper was over I asked her how her paper had gone , about different sections of paper, etc ,made some poor jokes on which she laughed too and so on but when I asked directly for her mobile number she made the excuse she doenot uses one. So I said to myself , "Buddy move on , no probs". But when I reached the bus stop from the center I thougt atleast I could have asked for some contact number, or something else from her. I should not have left immidiately. But thats the issue with me when someone all of a sudden bluntly says something I get little hesitant. Any way it was an over-all good timepas on weekend . Nothing expected much from the test. Life goes on................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-8600040072600655844?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8600040072600655844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=8600040072600655844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8600040072600655844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8600040072600655844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/12/saving-few-extra-bucks.html' title='Saving few extra bucks....'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2y1XCVo9wI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O5v2n52Cdk4/s72-c/ist2_1073548_catching_the_bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-4774366383385183051</id><published>2007-12-13T01:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:11.473+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this survey in the name of mankind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2A5ZTAk8xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hV8sYRDmhYg/s1600-h/Common_Cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143173881219314450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2A5ZTAk8xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hV8sYRDmhYg/s400/Common_Cold.jpg" width="665" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-4774366383385183051?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4774366383385183051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=4774366383385183051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/4774366383385183051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/4774366383385183051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-survey-in-name-of-mankind.html' title='Is this survey in the name of mankind'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/R2A5ZTAk8xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hV8sYRDmhYg/s72-c/Common_Cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-5685437593978364863</id><published>2007-11-30T00:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:30:03.456+06:00</updated><title type='text'>28-30-32-34 .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3162873/2/istockphoto_3162873_tape_meter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="168" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3162873/2/istockphoto_3162873_tape_meter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28-30-32-34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well !!well!!!! What are these numbers? Some form of sequence forming an Arithmetic progression. But these numbers do represent something in my life which has changed over a span of 5-6 years. And more or less it is tending towards 36. “36” might have given idea what I am talking about. I am talking about my waist which has just gone out of proportion. And I continue to eat more junkies which is helping me to make it to 36. One of the things I love to is o eat, eat. Actually eating is just next to sleeping in my love to do list.. I do not eat to live, I live to eat. These are definitely not my lines but I found it very suitable for myself. Every time while eating …no … no …not while eating after completing it I think next I am not going to eat more next time. But , but!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-5685437593978364863?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5685437593978364863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=5685437593978364863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5685437593978364863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5685437593978364863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/11/28-30-32-34.html' title='28-30-32-34 .....'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-7324304738940348368</id><published>2007-08-10T19:41:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:11.810+06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/Rrx1sMI61jI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lcz3_DsBts0/s1600-h/180px-8-cell-simple.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097078280309888562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/Rrx1sMI61jI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lcz3_DsBts0/s320/180px-8-cell-simple.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know about time space concepts present in physics neither I understand it. But then also this word or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; always bothers me. I always fell short of time when I prepare for exam. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always not&lt;/span&gt; able to utilise my time constructively. If anyone who uses his time carefully he becomes the not so average type of person i.e above average. TIME is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; . I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;einsteinian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;physicians&lt;/span&gt; have to say but as far as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;feel TIME&lt;/span&gt; existed before the so called Big Bang / creation of universe. It lead to the formation of our world. World which for someone it may be a tree or for some one it could be a city or earth or the entire universe. The so called co-incidence word is nothing but a reference to TIME. But then also it just remains a word , it cant be felt, How the concept of time came to our society. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; is TIME? A concept, a word, a phenomena......Time is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt; to me. Cant it be explained by mathematical equations (space time). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know /understand Time space concept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-7324304738940348368?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7324304738940348368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=7324304738940348368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7324304738940348368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/7324304738940348368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/08/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/Rrx1sMI61jI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lcz3_DsBts0/s72-c/180px-8-cell-simple.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-6407200225978938318</id><published>2007-08-08T12:27:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.052+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Of Monte Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RrxxnsI61iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0EyXY5k7Nx4/s1600-h/Countofmontecristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097073804953966114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RrxxnsI61iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0EyXY5k7Nx4/s400/Countofmontecristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few months back I re-read this book again after a long long time(after a decade). The story was superb and just loved it reading again &amp;amp; again several chapters. I had the idea of the characters and story so it was not a pain to start reading. Revenge is sweet and every body loves this theme. The story of revenge were many may not ..................................will continue.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-6407200225978938318?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6407200225978938318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=6407200225978938318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6407200225978938318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6407200225978938318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/08/count-of-monte-cristo.html' title='Count Of Monte Cristo'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RrxxnsI61iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0EyXY5k7Nx4/s72-c/Countofmontecristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-4058544874813832363</id><published>2007-06-17T12:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.256+06:00</updated><title type='text'>MI primer paseo del aeroplano</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh!! Whats this heading !! Now a days some how a strong liking has got developed in me for Spanish language (Enrique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iglesias&lt;/span&gt; Fan) and I am trying to learn it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RqcYhcI61dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NnEDxgnRxQE/s1600-h/791px-Farnborough_air_show_2006_a380_landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091064866533987794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RqcYhcI61dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NnEDxgnRxQE/s320/791px-Farnborough_air_show_2006_a380_landing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;slowly , so I have written the title in Spanish with help of Google translator (मस्त tool). Now lets move to subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the summer of last year (may 2006) , exams were over and I was still in hostel preparing or studying for something and enjoying. Around 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I received my joining letter of my first job which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; that I need to reach Coimbatore on 1st of June for training. This letter was too late because getting a berth in train during summer just ten days before is almost impossible. So it was finally zeroed out that I will be going by plane from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt; and then by train from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Coimbatore. I booked the ticket of Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Airlines&lt;/span&gt; for 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an early morning flight. I left for Delhi from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aligarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a day before in the night with all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt;. Few friends who were present in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aligarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at that time came to station to&lt;em&gt; c off(actually I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what this word is&lt;/em&gt;) . And then with the shrill of engine my journey began. It now seems that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Train's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; horn was like gun fired in a race to start the race (when it will end Almighty knows!). I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; station around 2100 hrs. From there I went to some place don't remember the name to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Afroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Met him did some time pass a. All shops were almost closed somehow we relocated our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Adda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. It was then time to say good bye . From there I left for the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;I had reached Airport quite early but not problem , kept the luggage near the seats and comfortably seated myself on a nearby seat. At around 4 other friends started reaching airport with there family members.They were also with me or say I was with them but1st is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bettre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(better). I was getting bored and one of my pass time happens to be eating, so I got up from my seat and went to a food outlet. There I saw lot of things out of which 90% I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; recognized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; they are, so finally settled by asking for a coffee and some cookies. The cookies tasted awful , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; completed all so took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; alone. By that time it was time and collected my boarding pass. I went for the boarding bus and then to the plane.Oh yes!! for the first time in Plane I was excited!! hoped I got window seat but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; got. I took my seat and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; idle for some time. Doors were closed as everyone has got seated and Air Hostess made a entry.She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; . She had fair complexion , sharp features like straight nose , green eyes , a beautiful smile. She must be in i guess mid twenties.In all she looked smart &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. She was giving some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;instruction&lt;/span&gt; which no one was listening but definitely was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; seen.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; more minutes plane started running on the ground/runway and then it left the land it was great looking from window.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;altitude&lt;/span&gt; went on increasing ad things started becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; and small.The whether was clean . the city looked green how come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know. We were up in the sky. Inside it never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; as if we are moving, it was comfortable. I was admiring my latest crush the Air hostess I had just seen. The plane some time tilted at certain angle that we realized only when we looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the window and saw its wings. It was great it was nothing , it was simple.After some one breakfast arrived. Now here started the problem for me.I had taken the coffee empty stomach in the morning and that has y now started creating some effects in stomach. So when the free breakfast came I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took it. alas!! After some time I went to visit the plane bathroom. Now I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt; and flipped the photos and threw them back. After 2 hrs since we boarded , we heard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; that finally we have reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;. It was looking great from the sky and again there was an excitement for being in a different city. The plane made neat landing and we were back on ground but never feeling tat we ever left the ground . Eyes did felt that way but feet never felt being in air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what we call flying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how my first aeroplane flight came to an end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-4058544874813832363?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4058544874813832363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=4058544874813832363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/4058544874813832363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/4058544874813832363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/06/mi-primer-paseo-del-aeroplano.html' title='MI primer paseo del aeroplano'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RqcYhcI61dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NnEDxgnRxQE/s72-c/791px-Farnborough_air_show_2006_a380_landing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-2762728761213474940</id><published>2007-02-28T18:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.649+06:00</updated><title type='text'>that u regret not doing ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReWCUDHTymI/AAAAAAAAAEc/k69JFkRdl2k/s1600-h/746px-MacBook_Pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReV-RTHTylI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5rn-HnSiJ78/s1600-h/1378019VWywxoNRcb_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036570593937574482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReV-RTHTylI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5rn-HnSiJ78/s400/1378019VWywxoNRcb_ph.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been long time since I blogged , because of time constrains. Lot of arguments , ideas accrued and got diminished. In these period of time I got a specific mail which i liked very much, which I felt Like Sharing it here. It has been written so that we come for convocation which is going to be held on 10Th of March. Though due to certain constraints I am unable to attend it.It has been written very beautifully by one of my friend....The mail is ...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReWCojHTynI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MQgMNM3_KD0/s1600-h/746px-MacBook_Pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036575391416044146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReWCojHTynI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MQgMNM3_KD0/s200/746px-MacBook_Pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asak all,&lt;br /&gt;hope this mail finds u all in the pink of health and spirits..&lt;br /&gt;theres one thing u gotta keep in mind when you go thru the ordeal of reading this , that everyone has his priorities, his idiosyncrasies, and he behaves the way he does coz of that.Theres no right or wrong, its just a difference of personalities, and thats y there are innumerable ways of checking out how one is.... Johari`s window, DISC analysis........etc etc... These test are the biggest evidence of my statement above.We just gotta acknowledge that ppl could be different... and hence their thoughts... so wat i write is wat i think is rite.. u could rate it as a useless piece of crap written in such a way that it seemingly makes sense or even otherwise.but frankly, thats the way i think and would love to read from u ppl how u perceive the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Since birth, there is one thing that i find was even more stressed to me than eating green vegetables!!, "never do anything, that u regret doing later"!! truly golden words.. cant thank people for trying to instill that into me.. but, i feel there is another half to it , according to me , the more important one!!.... &lt;strong&gt;" never not do anything, that u regret not doing later"!!&lt;/strong&gt; (there are definiltely better ways of framing that, but i feel none is more effective as this!!)........ frankly, dont we find ourselves at the same cross roads every now n then, regrettin not studyin hard enuf for an exam .. or mebbe not passing a smile to friend whom we saw across the road!!!.. as they say.. time is the best healer and fogetfulness is the most underrated asset that we have;.. we tend to forget and move ahead.. only to find ourselves in the same situation again, we are into a vicious circle, worst of it, we ar`nt aware of it!!&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of incidents that remain with us , till our body and soul part ways, some are expected, others are not....expected ones may include marriage.... unexpected ones could be the more stupid ones.. something like the first rose!!!.. theres one such expected event cuming up.. and u getit it all wrong if u think im talking about ur first holi post BTech!!!! Though i don question its value quotient any bit, but theres something, which at max wil cross u one more time and for the more studious, could go upto a couple, when they end up receiving their PHD`s.. but by that time , the zeal, the exuberance of youth would hav been overtaken by practical experiences of life.. and there will not be much to enjoy abt!!! there are number of ppl u mite find complaining abt the boring speeches that ppl give during convos and the fact that no one gets degree onstage, not even the topper i believe!! but u could blindly trust me on this one, u cud be there for an hr or even less , but every second u spend there of it will be cherished by u , till the very end!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit surprsing for me , tht, in the build up to achieve something monsterously grand, we trample all the small sweet moments that go unnoticed..... not many achieve wat they set out for, but the at end of it all, the better is the one who enjoyed the journey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hoping u all end as the one who achieved wat he set out for and enjoyed the journey as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;all the best!&lt;br /&gt;tk care&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;nabil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-2762728761213474940?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2762728761213474940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=2762728761213474940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/2762728761213474940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/2762728761213474940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-u-regret-not-doing.html' title='that u regret not doing ..'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/ReV-RTHTylI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5rn-HnSiJ78/s72-c/1378019VWywxoNRcb_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-8463791913682864712</id><published>2007-02-14T09:59:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:12.829+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaining It Further</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RdKPPA-4U1I/AAAAAAAAACg/8eO5DhHVSZA/s1600-h/class.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031241221850813266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RdKPPA-4U1I/AAAAAAAAACg/8eO5DhHVSZA/s400/class.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RdKO3g-4U0I/AAAAAAAAACY/zA72LnW7ppo/s1600-h/class.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kaukab Enayet/KOL/TCS&lt;br /&gt;02/13/2007 02:16 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Kaukab Enayet/KOL/TCS@TCS&lt;br /&gt;cc&lt;br /&gt;"abhishekgangal" &lt;abhishekgangal@gmail.com&gt;, ank.var@gmail.com, "Annu" &lt;anupama.22@gmail.com&gt;, Anupama.Saxena@tcs.com, "apoorv jain" &lt;apoorvjain08@gmail.com&gt;, "IsLaHI ......." &lt;az.islahi@gmail.com&gt;, "chandan varshney" &lt;chandanvarshney@gmail.com&gt;, Dinesh Sengar/DEL/TCS@TCS, "MAHE ...................." &lt;er.mahe@gmail.com&gt;, "Faisal bhai" &lt;er.mohdfaisal@gmail.com&gt;, "imran mohhamad" &lt;its_immran@yahoo.com&gt;, "pallavi jain" &lt;jainpallavi09@gmail.com&gt;, "kashif bhai" &lt;kashif.mohd@gmail.com&gt;, "Kaukab Enayet (bugs)" &lt;kaukab.enayet@gmail.com&gt;, "zuber khan" &lt;khan.zuber@gmail.com&gt;, Laxmi Joshi/MUM/TCS, "tarique jamal" &lt;love_u176@yahoo.com&gt;, "Manish Pathak" &lt;manishpathak28@gmail.com&gt;, manugautam25@gmail.com, "raza imam" &lt;mdrazaimam@gmail.com&gt;, "Md. Raza Imam, HCL-Industry Solutions" &lt;md.raza.imam@hcl.in&gt;, minhajsid@yahoo.co.in, Mohammad_Kashif@infosys.com, "Mozaffar afaque" &lt;mozaff.afaque@gmail.com&gt;, "Najaf Zaidi" &lt;najaf.zaidi@gmail.com&gt;, "Najaf Husain ZAIDI" &lt;najaf.zaidi@st.com&gt;, "line -tending to infinity" &lt;rekha121283@gmail.com&gt;, "dinesh sengar" &lt;sengaramu@gmail.com&gt;, "shadab alam" &lt;shadabamu07@gmail.com&gt;, "Shilpi Varshney" &lt;shilpi.varshney@tcs.com&gt;, SMathur@Inductis.com, "Tariq@Doing Masti in Mumbai" &lt;tariq04@gmail.com&gt;, Tarun Kochar/MUM/TCS, tarun.kochar@tcs.com, "zafeerhasan" &lt;zafeerhasan@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;RE: Feeling Nostalgic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ZAFEERHASAN@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/TARIQ04@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SHILPI.VARSHNEY@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/SHADABAMU07@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SENGARAMU@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/REKHA121283@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@ST.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MOZAFF.AFAQUE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MD.RAZA.IMAM@HCL.IN&gt;&lt;/MDRAZAIMAM@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MANISHPATHAK28@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/LOVE_U176@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/KHAN.ZUBER@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KAUKAB.ENAYET@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KASHIF.MOHD@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/JAINPALLAVI09@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ITS_IMMRAN@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MOHDFAISAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MAHE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/CHANDANVARSHNEY@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/AZ.ISLAHI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/APOORVJAIN08@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ANUPAMA.22@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ABHISHEKGANGAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I always charm for my good old days, whether it was my childhood days or adolescent's days, or days out of teen ie how great they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In other words I miss my school days college days even miss my ILP days , bench days which I didn't enjoyed or did enjoyed but didn't saw it as enjoyment at that point of time and now I feel great about those time. I want to go back and enjoy more .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I want to go back to school days and bunk more classes and tuition for cricket, I want my dads scolding , i like those caring teachers which I didnt' understood at that time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I want to go back to college days and visit amir nisha(which I didn't at that time) , want to play more game( which I did a lot but I want to play more) , want to stand at the back of Maulana Azad Library and talk more with cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I want to go back to ILP and sleep in classes, visit places, interact with other friends, I want to be back on bench so that I can visit malls in afternoon. And I have seen people who after retiring want to go again to office. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We live in present work for future with good old memories of past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I love the way it turned out to be but still want to do more at those time ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;There will be more happiness , charm ,enjoyment in heart when we will meet in future after a long gap if we .................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thats why I enjoy my present w/o caring, people call me careless but I dont care, this is what I am living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I treasure my ...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http:\\kaukabs.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Kaukab Enayet Syed&lt;br /&gt;Tata Consultancy Services&lt;br /&gt;Mailto: &lt;a href="mailto:kaukab.enayet@tcs.com"&gt;kaukab.enayet@tcs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;RE: Feeling Nostalgic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ANK.VAR@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ZAFEERHASAN@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/TARUN.KOCHAR@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/TARIQ04@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SHADABAMU07@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SENGARAMU@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/REKHA121283@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@ST.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MOZAFF.AFAQUE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MDRAZAIMAM@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MANUGAUTAM25@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MANISHPATHAK28@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/LOVE_U176@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/KHAN.ZUBER@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KAUKAB.ENAYET@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KAUKAB.ENAYET@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/KASHIF.MOHD@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/JAINPALLAVI09@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ITS_IMMRAN@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MOHDFAISAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MAHE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/AZ.ISLAHI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/APOORVJAIN08@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ANUPAMA.22@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ABHISHEKGANGAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/CHANDANVARSHNEY@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SHILPI.VARSHNEY@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/MD.RAZA.IMAM@HCL.IN&gt;&lt;/MD.RAZA.IMAM@HCL.IN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that those days were the most beautiful moments of our life. Day by day we are loosing the beauty of the nature, peace , there are heavy traffic all over comparing to the days of AMU where I still hearing the sound of birds , the morning breeze .&lt;br /&gt;Some time I thought that what we are getting from life. is it life?.... leaving separated from dear ones no holidayz working like ants.&lt;br /&gt;No time to remember about oneself. ……….&lt;br /&gt;Any ways that’s life &amp; we all have to steal the time to contact each other from this busy schedule..thanks to zuber for his great initiation…&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss you All dear….&lt;br /&gt;So lets start to make our friendship to a more strength full&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am missing you all………pls be in contact…….&amp;amp; ya best of luck to all of you for coming V Day… accept my wishes ….i love you all…J&lt;br /&gt;My cell no: 09810566175&lt;br /&gt;Email id : mdrazaimam@gmail.com , raza_comp@yahoo.com , md.raza.imam@hcl.in&lt;br /&gt;Take care Bye Bye..&lt;br /&gt;Our COOL Class … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Md. Raza Imam&lt;br /&gt;HCL Technologies Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;Maple Tower-'A', Sector -25,Noida (UP), India. Mobile:+919810566175,*md.raza.imam@hcl.in Website :www.hcl.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subject: Re: Feeling Nostalgic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The same case is with me also.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel as if the college life was the one we have enjoyed the most.&lt;br /&gt;I really sometimes miss all those days and want those days to be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;Specially last days of our engineering when we had photo session at each and every corner of our college.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when we got to know everyone in our class.(at least I got you know many)&lt;br /&gt;I have number of times seen those snaps and also read our college magazine many a times.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see those snaps I feel very nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we have one get together so that we all can meet and know about each others life?&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could.&lt;br /&gt;Well still we can be together with our mails also.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all good luck for your future life and please be in touch in any way whether it be by mails or calls&lt;br /&gt;Also, please let me know how is everyone's life going on and where are you at present.&lt;br /&gt;Bye and take care&lt;br /&gt;Shilpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;najaf.zaidi@st.com&gt;&lt;khan.zuber@gmail.com&gt;&lt;anupama.22@gmail.com&gt;&lt;abhishekgangal@gmail.com&gt;&lt;er.mahe@gmail.com&gt;&lt;er.mohdfaisal@gmail.com&gt;&lt;mdrazaimam@gmail.com&gt;&lt;az.islahi@gmail.com&gt;&lt;its_immran@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;love_u176@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;apoorvjain08@gmail.com&gt;&lt;jainpallavi09@gmail.com&gt;&lt;kaukab.enayet@gmail.com&gt;&lt;kashif.mohd@gmail.com&gt;&lt;kaukab.enayet@tcs.com&gt;&lt;tarun.kochar@tcs.com&gt;&lt;najaf.zaidi@gmail.com&gt;&lt;manishpathak28@gmail.com&gt;&lt;rekha121283@gmail.com&gt;&lt;shadabamu07@gmail.com&gt;&lt;tariq04@gmail.com&gt;&lt;zafeerhasan@gmail.com&gt;&lt;mozaff.afaque@gmail.com&gt;&lt;shilpi.varshney@tcs.com&gt;&lt;sengaramu@gmail.com&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;Re: Feeling Nostalgic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SENGARAMU@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SHILPI.VARSHNEY@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/MOZAFF.AFAQUE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ZAFEERHASAN@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/TARIQ04@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/SHADABAMU07@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/REKHA121283@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MANISHPATHAK28@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/TARUN.KOCHAR@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/KAUKAB.ENAYET@TCS.COM&gt;&lt;/KASHIF.MOHD@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KAUKAB.ENAYET@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/JAINPALLAVI09@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/APOORVJAIN08@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/LOVE_U176@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/ITS_IMMRAN@YAHOO.COM&gt;&lt;/AZ.ISLAHI@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/MDRAZAIMAM@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MOHDFAISAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ER.MAHE@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ABHISHEKGANGAL@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/ANUPAMA.22@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/KHAN.ZUBER@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@ST.COM&gt;&lt;/CHANDANVARSHNEY@GMAIL.COM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes u all are right.&lt;br /&gt;Even though nobody of us has forgotten about our class and mast there in AMU but we got so busy in our schedules that we dnt have time to meet and have that type of fun again.&lt;br /&gt;Lets work in this direction.&lt;br /&gt;My cell no is '09830951983'.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch always.&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Kallu mama&lt;br /&gt;-- Thanks and Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Chandan Varshney&lt;br /&gt;Tata Consultancy Services,&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On 2/13/07, Najaf Husain ZAIDI &lt;najaf.zaidi@st.com&gt;wrote:&lt;/NAJAF.ZAIDI@ST.COM&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi all.....&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we've been seperated for ages .....&lt;br /&gt;I personally could not even catch up with friends in NCR...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all all the luck in your life ...&lt;br /&gt;i believe zuber is coining a cute idea ..&lt;br /&gt;n yes best of luck for tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;and from me I wish you all a fragrant valentine day ahead... (specially&lt;br /&gt;o the chicks of our class ..)&lt;br /&gt;(and if possible you guys gimme you phone no.s too... mine is 09810654292 )&lt;br /&gt;lots of luv...&lt;br /&gt;yours najaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zuber khan wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi guys and gals, dudes and all....&lt;br /&gt;It has been Eight Months since we got separated and there must have&lt;br /&gt;been times when you must have lost one of your heart beats by thinking&lt;br /&gt;about your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me not once but many a times.&lt;br /&gt;This happened again on last Friday, and this time around i thought&lt;br /&gt;is it happening to me only, may be because i haven't got a friend here.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have made many new here as well. But these friends you can't&lt;br /&gt;replace with your college ones.&lt;br /&gt;Also i got some feedback from some of you who also felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought why not make others feel nostalgic as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hence here comes your turn to get bitten by nostalgia and write it down .&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes we have written something as a memoir in the last days.&lt;br /&gt;But then at that time we haven't given it that importance. at least&lt;br /&gt;not me. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;And also we were writing about ourselves only.&lt;br /&gt;This time the deal is write about others....Yes others , what you felt&lt;br /&gt;about them ,then and now.&lt;br /&gt;Send me your thoughts in any digital format, .doc, .pdf, .odt, ..ps,&lt;br /&gt;shared google doc or a wiki page ............anything&lt;br /&gt;any pics you feel displays that feeling please do that as well.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;Please finish sending me them by 27st of this month, so that i can&lt;br /&gt;publish it by 11th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Zuber Khan&lt;br /&gt;Kanpur&lt;br /&gt;zuber [AT] iitk [DOT] ac [DOT] in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-8463791913682864712?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8463791913682864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=8463791913682864712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8463791913682864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8463791913682864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/chaining-it-further.html' title='Chaining It Further'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RdKPPA-4U1I/AAAAAAAAACg/8eO5DhHVSZA/s72-c/class.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-1381236680400514840</id><published>2007-01-02T10:28:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:13.157+06:00</updated><title type='text'>@))&amp;  Two Thousand Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RZ-UJ2LxYWI/AAAAAAAAABY/h5OcWQ4KhN8/s1600-h/Worm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016891406798643554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RZ-UJ2LxYWI/AAAAAAAAABY/h5OcWQ4KhN8/s320/Worm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RZoHndJBNHI/AAAAAAAAABM/wNwyAlIMrgM/s1600-h/nyclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at 0000 hours , a major counter changed ie from 2006 we reached in 2007. Oh! Lot of celebration went on at diffrent place,at different time for same time , because a major counter changed for the whole world one by one ,starting from East and ending with West. A new year has come for people who are living and looking forward in there life . New expectations would be associated with coming of new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a kid it meant that now I will move to next class just in few months . It meant the same till recent when I quitted the formal education system. Now I study for myself , what I like, not for grades , rank , or marks. Celebration also went on getting bigger at each new year , dont know why , but every year the celebration of new year was bigger than previous. Quite for some days I would be commiting mistakes for sometime while writing date by writing 2006 in place of 2007, but after sometime that would end. Another year.....another hope.....another.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Much more to write...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-1381236680400514840?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1381236680400514840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=1381236680400514840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1381236680400514840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1381236680400514840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-thousand-seven.html' title='@))&amp;  Two Thousand Seven'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RZ-UJ2LxYWI/AAAAAAAAABY/h5OcWQ4KhN8/s72-c/Worm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-1141507568261980589</id><published>2006-12-11T17:01:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:13.365+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Murderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RYtipZu5ehI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zW-KZleCsUM/s1600-h/darkpriceepiii7bo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011207473801558546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RYtipZu5ehI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zW-KZleCsUM/s320/darkpriceepiii7bo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Such a strange topic!!!!! I was surfing net in office in free time when some old memories started passing my mind and I got lost in it for few minutes. When I came back to my present world mentally , I thought just ..thought to pen down some moments. But Saying it correctly blog down ...instead of pen down. Oh I have coined a new term BLOG Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have given away the suspense of one of the skit in which I played the protagonist . We did this skit in our TCS ILP ( oh it was fun days ). One fine normal day during my TCS ILP in life skills classes Seetha mam formed 5 groups of 6 people each and all were asked to play a skit next day with theme of murder mystery. The other people in my group were Aseem Sharma, Karthiken , Swati , Sameer and ........ . I was very least interested and had some work on that day and also I stayed in different hotel (thats a different story How I landed up in different hotel Fuck Anup are u listening Anup) from rest of my team, So I asked them to prepare the story and tell me my role in the morning I will enact it. Next morning when I woke up I was fresh and was in a good mood, I just was again ready to get involved in things. It was raining slowly but I had to reach the teknoturf building quickly , because I wanted to get my part of role and be ready with it.&lt;br /&gt;I got little wet , but that gave me more freshness . Being in rain always enlightens me. specially drizing rain it keeps you cool.Our whole team was there and we discussed the story . I heard it twice or thrice. As there was no one we tried to do rehersal but we were laughing and were not able to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now I will not describe the whole skit , I converted my role to a freak who loved someone without any limit and could go to any extent to get it ( OH I am a SRK fan) and made the skit story line more dramatic.I played the role of murderer who mrdered many to get his love , Finally his love shooted him down to death, there was pain on both sides (in drama).That was a nice flirt , I enjoyed it .During the play I was half wet with my long wet hairs coming in front of my forehead.Oh skit was well and it went fine , there were no written dialogues . Everybody just had the sense/feel what he has to do and all performed well.&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye I dont know to end......I f I start thinking of how to end it will take another day so enough for this article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-1141507568261980589?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1141507568261980589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=1141507568261980589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1141507568261980589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/1141507568261980589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-murderer.html' title='I am the Murderer'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RYtipZu5ehI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zW-KZleCsUM/s72-c/darkpriceepiii7bo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-5923750136317218743</id><published>2006-11-29T11:47:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:36:25.162+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/1600/958720/365px-CricketSCG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/200/216292/365px-CricketSCG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Indian Cricket team is losing matches with south Africa , I am able to see many views in my living room while watching cricket match. Those views are from different persons who watch match with me. I noticed one important thing, no two think the same , like every body have suggestion which is different with others , everybody have different expectation from each players and they all try to impose there ideas on other .Everybody wants that rest of us should agry with his ideas by providing various arguments. So I just thought and learnt that never to assume that another person feel the same about a thing as you feel and one should not try to hurt his feelings by imposing yours.&lt;br /&gt;I wish our Team start winning match then I might observe different thing and I can blog on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am no Different but yes quite an observer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Best of Luck for rest of series to our team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-5923750136317218743?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5923750136317218743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=5923750136317218743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5923750136317218743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/5923750136317218743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/beleif.html' title='Beleif'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-6721513862175421770</id><published>2006-11-26T11:40:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:02:03.203+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/1600/279564/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/200/834504/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just going through my friends blog where he discussed arrogance. After going through it I thought for a while about it and so I am blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly arrogance is?I went through dictionary and found following result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The act or habit of arrogating, or making undue claims in an overbearing manner; that species of pride which consists in exorbitant claims of rank, dignity, estimation, or power, or which exalts the worth or importance of the person to an undue degree; proud contempt of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What it says that being arrogant is when a person starts thinking he is more stronger, or say much higher than some and gives no importance to those some. Mathematically it can be said as....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;say there are two point in space &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a and b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and with some point of refrence a &gt; b and 'a' assumes that point to be the only point of refrence in the entire space then we say that a is being arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why one needs to be arrogant to someone. I dont see any point in being arrogant to some one. Being arrogant means disrespecting someone who may have een less privileged than you. The world may not be that simple for that person to whom you behaved rudely because you think yourself to be superior. Living in arrogance saying that whole world is arrogant is being ignorant to world.All the persons in this world are equal that is what I beleive . How can we be arrogant to a fellow human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-6721513862175421770?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6721513862175421770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=6721513862175421770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6721513862175421770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6721513862175421770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/arrogance.html' title='Arrogance'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-8064260451702058592</id><published>2006-11-14T10:47:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:31:25.127+06:00</updated><title type='text'>@DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/1600/dchart.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/1600/dchart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7130/1073426851672763/400/dchart.gif" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was someday of my life , many people wished me . Though it does not&lt;br /&gt;makes sense to me on celebrating this someday. Yes, when i was a kid I&lt;br /&gt;celebrated my @day with great zeal and enjoyed the day with all my friends.I used to prepare everything according to my way. But as I went on to my mid teens I started finding these things useless and I just thought what it is all about. Its not that I became moron and led a lonely life , but still it didn,t gave me any pleasure. I just used to think what is there if I am now 15 I still have to go to school , I still have to study , I am still not at my own so what has increased , just some number which you need to specify when you fill up the railway reservation form or any other form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           But yes these days or any celebration provides man a way to get in touch with all his loved one on a single day. And for that something should be special so that everybody spare some time for you. And hence to make special a day one mark these days as @day or #day or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanx to every body but I Still have the same opinion which i used to have 6 years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-8064260451702058592?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8064260451702058592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=8064260451702058592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8064260451702058592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/8064260451702058592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/days.html' title='@DAYS'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793512768903281626.post-6245846002776619780</id><published>2006-11-12T14:42:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:13.730+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Days Back in Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RY4N25u5ekI/AAAAAAAAABA/AIJXfrfqSvY/s1600-h/Kurosawasdreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011958672171563586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RY4N25u5ekI/AAAAAAAAABA/AIJXfrfqSvY/s320/Kurosawasdreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few Days Back I had a weirdest dream of my life , but I am not able remember it completely. It was not something ghostly or something harmfull that I am saying it to be weird. I had lot of dreams in past related to Ghost , deadly creatures, funny hostel life, etc. But none like this --It questioned my very existence.It was very rude in nature.It was rude because I was in a situation where I didn't knew what to do . There was someone who was trying to prove that I have done nothing and still I have got so much which I disrespect and see where the rest of world is and how others are trying. He was bluntly asking rude question about my history.I didn't knew that person and I was not able to say anything . I was shivering , I was in a state of mind which I cant describe. How can an unknown person say things like that and how can I take his words to be seriously. All the he wanted know the reason of existence . He showed me various resons for existence of many others. But I didn't knew mine.He was just asking what I have done . I had no answer. In a normal day I can say lot of things if someone asks that question, like I have done this or whatever but I was just speechless or rather say answerles in that dream. Who was it that I was not able to say worldly answer .He did not wanted to show me low but yes he wanted something to hear from me which I dont know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the morning when I woke have I just had a weird feeling. I wanted to Pen down my dream , but could not get hold of any pen at that time and forgot that dream by afternoon just remmebring partly. That dream didn't came again, but its questions keep ticking in my brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci:
Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793512768903281626-6245846002776619780?l=kaukabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6245846002776619780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793512768903281626&amp;postID=6245846002776619780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6245846002776619780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793512768903281626/posts/default/6245846002776619780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaukabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-days-back-in-sleeping.html' title='Few Days Back in Sleeping'/><author><name>Syed Kaukab Enayet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814003743202725496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/SVYYlEpMKeI/AAAAAAAACgE/BGBAvtQpH_g/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oKJEvjfJuM/RY4N25u5ekI/AAAAAAAAABA/AIJXfrfqSvY/s72-c/Kurosawasdreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
