<?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-30980660</id><updated>2012-02-22T23:09:34.931-08:00</updated><category term='Understanding Love'/><category term='Falliage'/><category term='Growing or just growing old.'/><category term='Life painting smudgers'/><category term='Pace of life'/><category term='Payoff worries. Dont buy unnecessary troubles.'/><category term='Luck or memory'/><category term='Limits'/><category term='Life a mirror.'/><category term='Circle of Life'/><category term='To my mother.....'/><category term='Doing the right thing is not a choice. It should be the only option.'/><category term='Life MCQs'/><category term='Childhood dreams'/><category term='New life'/><category term='Amusement World'/><category term='A stitch in time.'/><category term='My Motivation'/><category term='Horse Blinkers'/><category term='Happy New Decade.'/><category term='Prioritize life.'/><category term='Sky is the limit'/><category term='Light at the end of tunnel. Its coming but dont know when.'/><category term='A person remains the same.'/><category term='Life 101'/><category term='Green Grass'/><category term='Zero tolerance. Make it two.'/><category term='Choices'/><category term='Tolerance'/><title type='text'>Deep Sea Fish</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a deep sea fish in an ocean of this world&lt;br&gt;Once sitting on the bank and watching the river flow&lt;br&gt; Dreaming to be out there one day alone&lt;br&gt;Now here I am away from home&lt;br&gt;Yet at home I believe&lt;br&gt; Learning to swim and finding new horizons&lt;br&gt;Each brand new day&lt;br&gt;
I did not know that o you life&lt;br&gt;
is so full of surprise&lt;br&gt;
Should I leave or hold my breath&lt;br&gt;
For you pushing me close to the edge&lt;br&gt;
Behold thy enormous waves and tides&lt;br&gt;
I know I will make it to the other side</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-9043760565199198867</id><published>2012-02-20T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:43:51.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes a fear that it could go wrong outweighs our chance of even trying.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes a fear of 'what if' keeps us away from doing something simple and satisfying but if we somehow overcome it and do it and nothing happens then we get mad ourselves for not doing that earlier. That is the gamble we face in our daily lives. For brave ones it is routine. For lucky one it is just another leaf waiting to turn green the moment the touch it. But for some others, even the smallest thing becomes larger than life. As we are presented with choice after choice. Should i wear this? Is this jacket going to be good enough for the cold outside. Is it even going to be cold. I checked the temperature and I guess I would be alright. Do i have something else to back it up. I should make sure I have a hat and gloves. Would I look good wearing all black. Choices, choices, choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-9043760565199198867?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/9043760565199198867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=9043760565199198867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/9043760565199198867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/9043760565199198867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-fear-that-it-could-go-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-796396462654641392</id><published>2012-02-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:36:49.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After having kids i believe the greatest change in a person is that he is not adamant anymore. As if you got new glasses to see the same world but everything looks different. As they say it, objects in mirror are closer than they appear. Same is true for life after kids. You start believing that everything is possible. All odds exists. Decisions and choices are only decisions and not firm decisions. You live day to day. Life exists in present as you continue to face what life throws at you. Having too many plans and thinking too much only slows you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-796396462654641392?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/796396462654641392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=796396462654641392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/796396462654641392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/796396462654641392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/after-having-kids-i-believe-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-7081965690715105288</id><published>2012-02-20T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:28:07.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tolerance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes what a person is doing is not his extreme. He could be worst and indeed he could be once. So whatever you can squeeze in is what the best you get out sometimes. All that evil is still not alright but he is trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-7081965690715105288?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/7081965690715105288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=7081965690715105288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7081965690715105288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7081965690715105288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-what-person-is-doing-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-5071485225894307503</id><published>2012-02-20T17:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:26:04.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limits'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes we do not open or try new avenues of happiness because we are so afraid of losing or coming out of our comfort zone. How would we know how far we could go and how much leash is given to us without trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-5071485225894307503?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/5071485225894307503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=5071485225894307503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/5071485225894307503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/5071485225894307503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-we-do-not-open-or-try-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-3724886863111747882</id><published>2012-02-20T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T12:55:52.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Blinkers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like hooded shirt. It makes me feel so warm and secure and focus. Its amazing how sometime blocking a view of your eyesight you are able to see so much that you have not seen before. Like a horse wearing blinkers. Sometime all a person need is 5 minutes calm and quiet moment and just not  think about anything. Sit idle and look around you or just eagerly focus on something like a baby. Throw legs, lay down, sit, whatever, just think you are a young 15 year old boy who has no worries no responsibilities and you do not have to go anywhere. you do not need to look at time just see with blank mind and flow with the moments. Let your brain fly lightly like a feather flying in the air. You actually would remember thing, and people, and details that you never thought you even had. You look at the clock and boom you are running late. You have to go. Back to filling in your brain with more memories. Best time spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-3724886863111747882?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/3724886863111747882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=3724886863111747882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3724886863111747882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3724886863111747882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-like-hooded-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-1501495261624156474</id><published>2012-02-20T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T12:03:04.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pace of life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i take a break for even five minutes to just think and slow down i could feel my heart is pumping as if I have just stopped after running a marathon. Even to slow down is not easy sometimes, the time the clock keeps pushing you faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-1501495261624156474?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/1501495261624156474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=1501495261624156474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1501495261624156474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1501495261624156474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-i-take-break-for-even-five-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-7291167046472427769</id><published>2012-02-20T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T12:01:02.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A stitch in time.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hide a truth and it will blow up on your face one day and might even kill you if you are not lucky. For what if it had been told earlier might have caused only a tiny time healing bump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-7291167046472427769?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/7291167046472427769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=7291167046472427769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7291167046472427769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7291167046472427769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-hide-truth-and-it-will-blow-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-6986157194979412022</id><published>2012-02-20T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T11:58:55.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Grass'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For what which as long as is not within reach remains a peach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-6986157194979412022?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/6986157194979412022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=6986157194979412022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6986157194979412022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6986157194979412022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-what-which-as-long-as-is-not-within.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-7103772584366846447</id><published>2012-01-20T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:15:27.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is cruel. Enjoy while you are healthy. Do not mix business with emotion and do not ever get emotionally attached to a business unless it is your own. A man without a goal is kicked around like a ball in either directions. Now i understand the importance of goal in soccer, without which you could go on forever and never wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-7103772584366846447?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/7103772584366846447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=7103772584366846447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7103772584366846447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7103772584366846447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-3652627710757365841</id><published>2012-01-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:45:49.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 101'/><title type='text'>Life 101</title><content type='html'>never do wrong and you would ever have to worry about getting caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-3652627710757365841?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/3652627710757365841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=3652627710757365841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3652627710757365841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3652627710757365841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-do-wrong-and-you-would-ever-have.html' title='Life 101'/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-2663128595362966929</id><published>2011-01-06T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:44:43.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you are born in one country and spend 20 some years and then move on to live a practical life in a totally foreign country then several of your childhood dreams are scrambled and you are too busy in your life to build them together and achieve it an get contended. Instead the child inside you never be becomes happy inspire of all you have achieved in your career making adventure. The other day I saw three beautiful coles together in a flag outside a real estate office and first thing came to my mind was how beautiful a kite would look in these colors and then I start remembering how I always wants to have lots of money to buy big kites and good strings and be the guy with the best matchup in the neighborhood. And now here I am riding NJ railway line to downtown Philadelphia for work and here goes another sweet dream o my childhood back in my memory vault. And no matter what I buy or get this child inside me has yet another disappointment and that too sounds familiar. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-2663128595362966929?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/2663128595362966929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=2663128595362966929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/2663128595362966929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/2663128595362966929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-you-are-born-in-one-country-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-8396705391929693158</id><published>2010-09-05T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:28:14.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To my mother.....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The biggest losing trade a man can do is to move away from his mother. For career or for studies or for any reason. There is just no justification or reason that could make this trade worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-8396705391929693158?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/8396705391929693158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=8396705391929693158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8396705391929693158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8396705391929693158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2010/09/biggest-losing-trade-man-can-do-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-7342763673459397267</id><published>2010-09-04T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:24:48.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understanding Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is love....&lt;br /&gt;How do I claim the feeling of love. Lets say if I say I love my mother but have not spoken to her in months. Have not givien her a single glass of water or medicine I don't know how her night and day goes by I don't know if she has slept well night before or not I have not spent an eid festival with her in lat ten years and so on and on and I still say I love her so what is love then. and how could it be love and what kind of love it is if it is love. Seither I don't love her although I claim I do or I don't know what is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-7342763673459397267?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/7342763673459397267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=7342763673459397267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7342763673459397267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7342763673459397267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-82669253892011461</id><published>2010-04-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:32:51.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Motivation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are lots of things that I do not know but there is nothing that I could not learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-82669253892011461?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/82669253892011461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=82669253892011461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/82669253892011461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/82669253892011461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-lots-of-things-that-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-8709009551421246998</id><published>2009-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:19:41.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amusement World'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just see things around me and get amazed. Pick a day and start observing things around you, all the things you did, all the things you used, all the things you saw, all the things you wanted to do but could not do, should not do, all the things other people around you did, looking at people, just random people around you at any time and imagining what they are thinking, you are driving on the road; pick any car and look at the person driving and think what he is thinking, where they are going, or just look up at the Sky, see a bird and how quickly its flying pass by, where it is going, why in such a hurry, everything is exciting to think about provided you are not sad otherwise everything looks the same or at least doest not look exciting. And, if you really want to be confused then imagine you are moving with the time because the clock is moving, sure enough, air is blowing, so things around you are moving, sun is moving, earth is moving, everything is moving, you feel it or not. So if you could feel it for even a moment, its a scary amusement ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-8709009551421246998?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/8709009551421246998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=8709009551421246998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8709009551421246998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8709009551421246998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-see-things-around-me-and-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-7145177871782818830</id><published>2009-12-30T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:08:01.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck or memory'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is an amazing coincidence that every time I put the car keys in my pocket and then have bags or other stuff in my hands and if I need the keys, I free up my one hand and reach out to the pocket to get the keys out and there you go, the keys are not in that pocket, it is always the other pocket. And then you shift all the stuff to your other hand and then reach out and get the keys. It happened not once or twice but so may times that even when i was trying to test this it happened. Could it be that our brain does not keep very instant small details handy for recall within few minutes. Because I am sure that if we stand there for few minutes and start remembering which pocket, which hand, which side, we could then guess correctly. Or this could just merely be bad luck. happening all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-7145177871782818830?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/7145177871782818830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=7145177871782818830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7145177871782818830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/7145177871782818830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-amazing-coincidence-that-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-634179440262935398</id><published>2009-12-29T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:52:43.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Decade.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another year approaches in few days. This time its called turn of the decade as the new 2010s will start. The time moves so fast that you dont get a chance to even stop, think back what you did last year or years before and make plans for the new one. Just like a tidal wave with a new name 2010 it will hit many. Sometime it feels like you have seen this moment before, like last year, same time same feelings, maybe or may be not. Some days that appears special are also confusing. New Year is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-634179440262935398?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/634179440262935398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=634179440262935398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/634179440262935398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/634179440262935398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-year-approaches-in-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-53407463225958003</id><published>2009-09-30T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:40:25.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life a mirror.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your past is your kid's future. Spend your time wisely and nicely as you will be seeing the replay sometime in your life and it is not always the greatest feeling watching your kids doing similar to what you probably have done several years ago. No complaints and no questions just a shock. God sure is the best justice and you know in your heart when certain things happens that why they happened and why they happened the way they happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-53407463225958003?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/53407463225958003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=53407463225958003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/53407463225958003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/53407463225958003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-past-is-your-kids-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-3631514400415717912</id><published>2009-02-09T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:22:54.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky is the limit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often I hear the phrase, sky is the limit. I wonder what it really means. Either that there actually is a limit or one just say that you are unlimited because sky is far away at unlimited distance. It has often been said along with what one can achieve or one can do in life. While growing up, going to school and then college, everyone is given this lesson that if you work hard and do good in your studies and become a professional then once you have attained the education and your equipped with the necessary experience then 'sky is the limit' to what you can do. Alas, we forget something which is so important and that is the fact that 'time in limited'. You may reach the skies if you were given unlimited time but that is not the case. So what you can achieve in life and what you can do is bound by 'time'. And time by no means a simple factor in the equation, it is a killer. The reason its a  killer because a person dies when the time expires. So the game of life no wonder has unlimited levels and unlimited fruits and bounties and whatever you can collect when you are equipped with the right tools, time expires. I then wonder where can you use the phrase 'sky is the limit' when its actually not even a right phrase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; not from the perspective of humans. Its a demoralizing goal which can never be achieved and thus showing you the realities of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-3631514400415717912?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/3631514400415717912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=3631514400415717912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3631514400415717912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3631514400415717912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/02/often-i-hear-phrase-sky-is-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-293814500185473717</id><published>2009-02-05T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:03:22.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing or just growing old.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time does not stop for anyone, anywhere. Most of us grow old every single second that pass. Only the few lucky ones grow while growing older. We have to waste few seconds or minutes of our precious life to stop and think where we are. Are we growing or are we just growing old. These few minutes of rethinking could be vital for our future path. We could choose to continue to go straight heading the same direction as we have been and face the surprises of life like a game of luck or we could choose our path and look ahead of us to plan, like a video game where you could see the map ahead of you to decide either you are going to make a turn or just slow down. The problem is that once the game of life starts, it does not stop until the game is over. It is hard for most of us to plan out the minute by minute details therefore we could just look at our days in full and see if we have moved forward every single day of our life or we have just passed another day not knowing what was it all about and what were we suppose to do. When the time pushed us through a day, we end up not growing a inch to face the challenges we must face, either we have planned out or either its a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-293814500185473717?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/293814500185473717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=293814500185473717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/293814500185473717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/293814500185473717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-does-not-stop-for-anyone-anywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-3695116713049563489</id><published>2008-10-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:09:48.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falliage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foliage, falling of the leaves. Making all the trees loose all the beauty. Is it good or bad. is it beautiful or not. all depend on the perspective how you see it. the good thing is that it will not stay. nothing remains for ever. it will pass just like the spring passed so would be the autumn. this is probably the thing that give us comfort knowing that there will be flowers again. there will be summer there will be spring. cycle of life. blessing of forgetfull memory. so are the days in our lives. sometime we cheer and some time we are sorrow. well nothing remains forever not even the feeling. thats the chemistry of humans. but when we are happy we dont look at clocks, we dont look at calendars we dont wait for days to pass and nights to come and nights to pass and a new day to begin. but when its a hard time on us, the clock stops or we just look at it so many times that it does not even look like its moving. though the reality is that it is and it will. it has not stoppped once and will not in our life time. maybe when it does then its not our life time or it just stopps for us. when things are down everything looks down. even the folliage. the perspective all appears to be painting the same picture. its not beautiful. you can see the sadness on the trees. you can see the mix of gloomy mood shown by the various color of leaves. you can see the colors of tears losing their friends and neighboring leaves. ah! the perspective. will there ever be spring again. there ever be blossiming again. yes it sure will be. all it need is to hang in there because only those will see it who hung in there. but thats not an easy thing to do for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-3695116713049563489?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/3695116713049563489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=3695116713049563489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3695116713049563489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/3695116713049563489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2008/10/foliage-falling-of-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-6736955722375573505</id><published>2008-07-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:37:14.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light at the end of tunnel. Its coming but dont know when.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a famous saying that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. No one really talks about how to get to the end of tunnel or how long is the tunnel. Although knowing that there is a light at the end many do not survive the journey through the tunnel. encouragement has effect but it can only take you far. to adjust to the darkness of the journey is sometime very hard and you just hope that you have enough left in you to enjoy the light at the end of the tunnel when you get there. the same feelings must be for those who are in an ocean looking for shore. you know the water ends somewhere and you know there is a shore somewhere, but you just don't know how far and if you will be able to make it or not. the fear of not being able to make it is far more than the excitement of knowing that shore may be near soon. just like any other physical activities if you are not prepared and your mind and thought process is not accustomed to this kind of excitement or hopelessness, then the journey becomes even tougher. Fact of the life is that no one ideally would like to be prepared for these kind of circumstances and be the champion of overcoming these ahead of time so that's where the mystery and not knowing what is going to happen next moment comes into play. life sometime throws you in a deep ocean that sure has a shore or put you in a tunnel that sure has a light at the end but does not always tell you how long you will have to go through this. Interesting as it may seem in the beginning, hopeless it gets afterwards and boring it becomes in the end. Yet, life is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-6736955722375573505?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/6736955722375573505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=6736955722375573505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6736955722375573505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6736955722375573505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-famous-saying-that-there-is-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-5677605297906589375</id><published>2008-03-07T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:35:17.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life MCQs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels like you have hit a dead end. You wish from the bottom of your heart that there was some way, some door, or just some hidden surprise. Although the situation demand that you go back, do what you have been doing, move on with your life but you just wish you don't have to goback. Strange MCQ's of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-5677605297906589375?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/5677605297906589375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=5677605297906589375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/5677605297906589375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/5677605297906589375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-it-feels-like-you-have-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-12770182003658591</id><published>2007-07-12T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:47:17.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life painting smudgers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the speciality in life is to learn what other people are thinking. This could come handy at times but again could really makes you dull and sad as well. When you start seeing that people around you how they are either being jealous or over zealous or over clever or outsmart you with nasty acts of theirs then one wonders what a mess this life is. A man when he gets sad and is overshadowed by the worries of his personal life, I believe could still come out of it eventually but when you see that its because of what other people are doing that is making you feed bad. At times this is not directly done to you but just seeing that happening angers you. This sort of people behavior is the one that really makes the heart dull and sad and even though you may be happy within yourself of what you got and how you have been doing, you just forget all that and start to wonder Why Why Why. And sometimes you really hope and wish that they have not done or shown this to you or there was way you could run away from all these stupids around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-12770182003658591?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/12770182003658591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=12770182003658591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/12770182003658591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/12770182003658591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-of-speciality-in-life-is-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-8690418411071005650</id><published>2007-07-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:04:48.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle of Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man should never ever try to break the circle of life. May be the saying that 'what goes around comes around' do emphasize the same phenomenon that the life has a circle where everything fits and is suppose to be there and there only. If you switch the tasks or disrupt the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;secquence&lt;/span&gt; in which this circle of life goes then you will see it will haunt you later. The earth, the globe as we see it, the solar system, the planets and beyond and even within the earth the way all things are in sync make a man wonder that his position or his part that he is given to play is very vital to keep the circle going. A man may look smaller to the objects and things and other key elements of the system but his part is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;duely&lt;/span&gt; important and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt; he is the one for whom this whole system has been put to place so he has available share of resources and tools he would need to fulfil his duties. Therefore, it becomes very important for an individual to realize what part he has been given to play and should adhere to that and perform to his best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-8690418411071005650?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/8690418411071005650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=8690418411071005650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8690418411071005650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/8690418411071005650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-should-never-ever-try-to-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-2572132046093974746</id><published>2006-12-11T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:19:45.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero tolerance. Make it two.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not beleive in zero tolerance when it comes to relations. Zero itself is a symbol of emptyness, presense of anything. When we have already established a fact that no one is perfect then zero tolerance would cross out everyone around us if we were to follow this criteria. At the same time, I beleive three strikes out is too flexible a choice to adopt in a relationship. So the middle choice is two. Give everyone a second chance but if you give them more than two chances then you will become the victim at that point. Because if you think you are giving a person three chances before you move on then think of it from the other person's perspective. They hit you not once, twice but also got the chance to strike thrice then you are nothing but merely stupid. So even if it works out later, it would be a relation between a stupid and a selfish. Who could hurt someone again and again and again, none but a selfish person indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-2572132046093974746?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/2572132046093974746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=2572132046093974746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/2572132046093974746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/2572132046093974746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-do-not-beleive-in-zero-tolerance-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-1959748478727461668</id><published>2006-12-11T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:17:33.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A person remains the same.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A person like anything else goes through several changes in life physically, mentally and emotionally. We may react to different situations differently at different times. The personality and character of a person does not change but remains the same although he may not be showing and adhering to it at times and the bottom line is that a person remains the same. We should not judge a person or conclude the personality based on what we see at a given time. It is possible that a person if put in to a character or role and act totally different from what we expect out of his personality. But that does not necessarily means he is changed. Just like human body parts can grow and form shapes to certain extent for certain period of time and then they only go through minor changes over the course of life, the same is true about personality. Some people when they get a dry skin, uses moisturizers to keep it soft and shiny while other just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about it and end up with really dry skin or even worst, their skin looks dead. Know a person with skin, condition of the skin could change but the person is still the same. Life is too short to know each and every one around us completely and very well. So those you know very well already, you have actually invested your valuable time on them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; loose them easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-1959748478727461668?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/1959748478727461668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=1959748478727461668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1959748478727461668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1959748478727461668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/12/person-like-anything-else-goes-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-4765519681191527530</id><published>2006-11-17T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:23:07.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prioritize life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is nothing important and beautiful in life than having a wonderful family. Just like we prioritize our tasks at work place, one should prioritize matters in one's life as well. Family should be given more importance than work. Because we do the later for the former and not the otherway around. Live with less money but do not live alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-4765519681191527530?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/4765519681191527530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=4765519681191527530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/4765519681191527530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/4765519681191527530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-is-nothing-important-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-6213857848624300889</id><published>2006-11-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:54:16.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing the right thing is not a choice. It should be the only option.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We sometimes come across a situation of conflict between love and doing the right thing. My approach would be to do the right thing first and then consider love. If you sacrifice your love for the sake of doing the right thing then your love will always cherish and be praised within yourself. You will not necessarily be unhappy. But, if you choose not to do what is right but what is in your heart only, then chances are that you may regret all your life for not doing what was right and should have been done. This feeling of guilt will effect your wrong decision too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-6213857848624300889?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/6213857848624300889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=6213857848624300889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6213857848624300889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/6213857848624300889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-sometimes-come-across-situation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-1126751158972166128</id><published>2006-11-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:16:06.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Payoff worries. Dont buy unnecessary troubles.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you can buy peace of mind with money then go for it. Sometime we come to a point where we have a choice of peace of mind by spending a little extra money. Do not save penny or even dollars when it comes to peace of mind versus savings. This lesson I have learned by seeing different things that happens in my life and around. Life brings you so many surprises and challenges and some among these becomes worries and troubles. So even if you are upto challenges and hardnut person, let life throws its pitches on to you and you would have enough fun with it. Why create your own.!!&lt;br /&gt;If you can get rid of some worries in life with money. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;If you can buy peace of mind in life with money. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;The best use of money is to spend it. Generously but wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-1126751158972166128?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/1126751158972166128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=1126751158972166128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1126751158972166128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/1126751158972166128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-can-buy-peace-of-mind-with-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980660.post-115375412947574635</id><published>2006-07-24T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:57:37.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One should always listen to others. May be they all are wrong at all times but gives you another perspective and view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do always as you please but always listen to others. Just remember this one point in your mind when listening to other people advise "I know I am doing the right thing. I know what I am doing BUT what if there is a 1% chance that what others are saying is right then where does it put me then" may clear up another hidden view for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30980660-115375412947574635?l=imimran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/feeds/115375412947574635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30980660&amp;postID=115375412947574635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/115375412947574635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30980660/posts/default/115375412947574635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imimran.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-should-always-listen-to-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Imran Ismail Shaikh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09714936647284531831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
