<?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-21067532</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:53:58.053+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Under a Bad Sign</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-116275696627078260</id><published>2006-11-06T01:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:02:46.280+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The picnic, the beach and Nomy who almost drowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE: This post was originally posted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastnuisance.wordpress.com/" title="FAST NU-isance"&gt;FAST NU-isance blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but seems like that blog for some godforsaken reason is moderated and in the last 15 hours none of the moderators felt necessary to come online. Way to go bungholes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This piece is not to comment on how good or bad the picnic was. The fact that i left early is pretty much the reason I cant comment on that. But the news that Noman Bashir almost drowned at the picnic today didnt take much time to reach me and I guess almost all the other FASTians.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didnt witness the event first hand so the rest of the post might not be totally correct. Then again its not much of an info but rather an opinion one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nomy with some friends had gone deep in the water after lunch. A big wave came and swept Nomy away. He remained calm (a part which he told me) but everyone else on the beach didnt have the same emotions. Now here is the thing which shocked me. The life guards saying that he has gone too far and we can do anything right now and the faculty telling everyone not to go after him and come out of the water. Good thing one of the lifeguards thought otherwise and went in to bring him back. Not only did he bring him back but thankfuly Noman was brought back without any serious issues. Hell, he didnt even require CPR, thats pretty tight for a guy who cant swim.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now with the faculty you need to take into account that they were concerned with the security of other students. But to say no one is going to go after a life of a human being is pretty disturbing. Even more disturbing is the fact that the lifeguards said that they wont go after a person who everyone can see floating. The only job of a life guard is to make sure no one goes far enough to be in danger and if he does then try their best to bring him back, but apparently that is not how it works here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, Nomy is at fault by going so deep when he didnt know how to swim, but when he did actually get in danger he remained calm and maintained a positive state of mind. People make mistakes; they may be big or small but no one can say that they have had a flawless life. But to give up on a person who still has not drowned as yet is ridiculous. And no one other than a Pakistani can think of it like that. Hell people are saved from the sea even after they go underwater, this guy was floating!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All is well that end well. But we need to take into consideration they way people with authority handled the situation. “Hes too far, he cant be saved” and “no one goes after him” is too casual and lazy a statement when you are talking about a human life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-116275696627078260?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/116275696627078260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=116275696627078260' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/116275696627078260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/116275696627078260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/11/picnic-beach-and-nomy-who-almost.html' title='The picnic, the beach and Nomy who almost drowned'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-116221339991353272</id><published>2006-10-30T17:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:03:19.936+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with my friend today and during our pointless talking about something fat being chutya he said that i should write a book on quotes. Now as stupid as it may sound I thought Ill put the "quote" which made him give that suggestion and maybe Ill get some comments on it. So here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her motte cheez chutya nahin hotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;Every fat thing isnt a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chutiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cant exactly trasnlate chutiya but in short it means very very very VERY stupid.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-116221339991353272?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/116221339991353272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=116221339991353272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/116221339991353272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/116221339991353272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-115921465695470112</id><published>2006-09-26T01:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:04:16.966+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness be my Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lately anyone who is a regular newspaper reader would have read news about “such and such area of Karachi without electricity”, “power breakdown continue for hours” etc etc. Today’s newspaper however, took the cake. The entire country - well atleast most of it - without electricity for almost half a day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sunday, September 25th witnessed a major power breakdown throughout the country. Due to some technical fault at Terbela and Mangla, power went down which started a chain reaction and made other generators trip due to increase in load, resulting in well what we saw yesterday. What exactly caused the failure at the central grid station isnt known as yet - atleast not to me - but from the news sources its an entierly techinical fault and has no sabotage attempt associated to it. Thanks God for that, last thing a country without power needs is a bomb as the cause of the breakdown.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to say that any of this was normal but guess it just didnt work for us. We needed more fuel to the fire and more gossip while we couldnt watch some senseless Indian or Indian inspired Pakistani soap. Hence the country wide rumors about the change in government. Since the President was in America and also went for a heart checkup yesterday everyone thought that it would be a good idea to have a new President.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of the above is so depressing and absurd. Depressing since we had the entire country without power for a day. Good thing it was a Sunday and the factories and offices were off else things could have been worse. If nothing else we would have lost a day of production. Absurd since the nation on the whole is so bored and &lt;em&gt;farigh&lt;/em&gt;. We need some conspiracy theory or the other to keep us going. These theories (and the pointless soaps) are the only source of entertainment for us all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I will finish this off with a question. Why do we need so much drama? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115921465695470112?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115921465695470112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115921465695470112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115921465695470112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115921465695470112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/09/darkness-be-my-friend.html' title='Darkness be my Friend'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-115730179363733708</id><published>2006-09-03T21:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:43:33.936+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit Carries On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"DAWN, Sept 1: A shroud of mystery enveloped the manner in which the Dera Bugti administration on Friday allowed only a small number of mourners to quickly bury a wooden, padlocked coffin said to contain the body of Nawab Akbar Bugti in the ancestral town of the slain tribal chief once known as the ‘Tiger of Balochistan’. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why? Why this mystery? As I have written before I was with the "use of force" approach but no matter how corrupt the man was, everyone deserves a proper burial. However, this burial was far from proper. With all of the controversy going around about his death (killing or otherwise) the govt. should have handed over the body to the family. The way the body has been buried raises serious questions about the way Nawab Bugti died. This will and is creating another uprise in the oppostion and other Baluch nationlist groups. The govt. is as stupid as the rickshaw walla on the road. We (Pakistan) is on a one way train to disaster!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115730179363733708?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115730179363733708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115730179363733708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115730179363733708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115730179363733708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/09/spirit-carries-on.html' title='The Spirit Carries On!'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-115686186886966596</id><published>2006-08-29T19:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:50:03.086+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugti; Beyond the Realms of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right now I am sitting infront of the TV, watching the press conference given by the military spokesperson. One criticism I have to him being on the media is that is that why so late? It was a military operation and the military should have been making the press statements and holding press conferences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways on to the press conferece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First he talked about the violence and law and order situation of different parts of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt; and pointed out the places where the law and order situation is normal at the moment. Things which the media either didn’t mention or don’t exsist, but I am pretty sure with the current media power of the country anyone would be lying about easily verifiable news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He also went into the history and talked about the crimes committed by the Bugti forces and the BLA, things which I mentioned in my yesterdays post and which the opposition had apparently forgotten. Fuckers! trying to score points at such a critical time of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s history. Come to think of it, they might be the ones adding oomph to the critical level. The least they can do is not predict another 1971 for gods sake. That’s demoralizing the entire nation.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some media personals asked why media hadn’t been given access to the cave, to this he replied that its open for them but the military won’t be responsible for people who want to go in. The cave had land mines inside and in the surrounding areas, maybe the reason civilians don’t have access to the area is because the area isn’t obviously. Heavy machine can’t enter the area either! Apart from this I think that since its all mountainous area, Bugti militants might still be present in the area and pose threat to the Army or civilians in the area. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People have criticized that why wasn’t he arrested or captured. Lets look at the facts, the Pakistan Army lost a Colonel, two Majors and three Captains. People of this level don’t usually take the front lines of the battle rather they direct and execute the attack. The fact that they were in the lead (along with captured Bugti guides) does say that maybe they were going in to talk and maybe try and capture Akbar Bugti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our opposition parties should not take this moment to score points against the govt. and cause a national disorder. Their raw statements on the media can cause major outrage not only in the already angry Bugti supporters but also in the supporters of those particular opposition or nationalist party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115686186886966596?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115686186886966596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115686186886966596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115686186886966596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115686186886966596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugti-beyond-realms-of-death.html' title='Bugti; Beyond the Realms of Death'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-115675831090820512</id><published>2006-08-28T14:40:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:45:10.920+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugti</title><content type='html'>Sunday 0130Hrs, I got an IM message from a friend of mine with the link to some Australian news source. The news said that security forces have killed the rebel tribal chief Akbar Bugti in NW Pakistan. As the night went on I got more details about the attack and the killing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following the death violence broke out in &lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;; the province Bugti belonged to and in other parts of country. Opposition parties and nationalist movements of the country condemned the Bugti killing. There were also some Baloch tribe leaders who supported the military action by the government.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nawab Akbar Bugti was the Bugti tribe chief, he was waging a war against the state through his 250,000 men fighting force. Akbar Bugti was responsible for kidnapping and murder of foreign engineers and state representatives. His militants called the &lt;i style=""&gt;feraris &lt;/i&gt;blew up various gas pipelines and railway tracks in the country. He was doing this to get the Baluch people more rights and to get the government to start more development projects the Baluch area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are saying that military action is not the answer, that there were other ways to resolve the &lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt; crisis. That is true, violence is not the answer. But when someone is repeatedly slapping your face you cant continue a logical discussion with him. You do resort to fighting back. If someone challenges the government the way Nawab Bugti did, if someone attacks the army, other government and foreign personals and civilian structure, is the government supposed to sit back and wait for him to cool down? The state can not tolerate people who break the law and challenge the writ of the government to this extent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though &lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt; is in a state of anarchy right now and nationalist parties are standing against the action of the government, Nawab Bugti had to be brought to justice. He talked of bringing his people prosperity but he had been and MNA and MPA and even CM Baluchistan. How much did he do for “his” people then? The Gawadar port and the &lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt; coastal highway were steps by the government to a better &lt;st1:place&gt;Baluchistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Was Bugti supporting these projects? No, he was busy kidnapping and murdering the foreigners setting up these projects!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115675831090820512?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115675831090820512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115675831090820512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115675831090820512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115675831090820512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugti.html' title='Bugti'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-115462152569266686</id><published>2006-08-03T21:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:26:25.356+05:00</updated><title type='text'>A different view</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back I got to meet the young, inspiring “youth” of the country after a very long time. Though I myself am a part of the country’s youth but there was some age difference between the kids I met today and me. Even though they seemed to have a solid family background or at least some respectable financial standing they on the whole disappointed me. Some of these individuals had dreams and a plan to secure themselves a respectable future but they are totally void of the sense of belonging to their country. For them its like &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; doesn’t exist, or they have never even heard of the place. All they have to talk and say about our country is that “man this place is sitting in the past” and “urdu, it is where urdu comes in that everything sucks ass”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arite, guilty as charged; I am not that big an urdu fan nor do my latest plans include living in the country professionally (this ofcourse is not the final verdict and can and I am pretty sure will change over time) but the serious lack of belonging these kids showed today was to say the least, shocking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on from the patriotism speech it also seemed for some reason that these kids either never had any values  taught to them or they forget them long time back and for them this word doesn’t even exist anymore. I mean they seemed so damn superficial. These burger kids have studied at the best of schools; at least the most expensive of them in the city, had respectable grades; meaning they aren’t brain dead or leaching of their parents money but that is where the so called “class” in them ends. They just didn’t seem like part of the Pakistani society; living in a world of their own, constructed by them to function the way the please and the rest of the 14 million population of the country equating crap. Not to say how over protected they all seemed. Classic hypocrites, have a tough ass act going on the outside but not even sure of how the transport system of the city works. No knowing it would come at a later stage, for them people who travel in those buses are not even people in the true sense (but this again points to the superficial part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these kids and there enormous superficial nature I got to see myself in a different light, the light&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in which I suppose my parents might have been seeing me for the past few months. I saw a part of them residing in me. I saw myself as a burgurish superficial asshole who has only himself to think of and for whom the rest of the world means crap. The truth is that I was never bought up this way, these were not the values my parents taught me and this is not the person I am. Its correct that this country has shown lots of injustices to me but at the end of the day they are nothing compared to how millions of others have to live their lives. It is correct that we don’t have a system but then if everyone with a bit of talent is going to run away who the fuck is going to build a system to begin with. I still don’t know if I plan to stay in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but I do know one thing; this is my country, this is where I belong, it has given a lot to me and just cause a few people are only interested in looting and plundering it doesn’t mean I have to abandon it. If the only people left will the leeches who is going to pump new blood in the system?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now just cause I met a few kids who displayed that kind of behavior doesn’t mean I base the entire generation thinking on them, but the sad part is that they are the kids from the educated families, from family with position in the society, kids who get the opportunity to voice their opinions. But if this is the voice that will be expressing the opinion of an entire generation then we might as well not have a voice at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115462152569266686?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115462152569266686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115462152569266686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115462152569266686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115462152569266686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/08/different-view.html' title='A different view'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-115101147787329253</id><published>2006-06-23T02:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:24:37.886+05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE</title><content type='html'>After the explicit big balls and a HUGE no blogging period I will soon write part 2 of "From Here to Eternity". The reason being the change of some facts, which I would like to update. Why do I write this  notice, more importantly why the fuck do I even come to this god forsaken place and write all this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer. I  dont have anything better to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115101147787329253?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115101147787329253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115101147787329253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115101147787329253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115101147787329253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/06/notice.html' title='NOTICE'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-115026459230449031</id><published>2006-06-14T10:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:56:32.323+05:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC - Big Balls</title><content type='html'>I will explain later (dont know when but will explain) about why I didnt blog anything for the past I guess 2 months or more.  But today I was listening to AC/DC on random and this song started playing. Hilarious lyrics, so I just thought I will put em here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"  &gt;&lt;h3&gt;BIG BALLS&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;(1976)&lt;br /&gt;(Young, Young, Scott)&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm ever upper class high society,&lt;br /&gt;God's gift to ballroom notoriety,&lt;br /&gt;I always fill my ballroom&lt;br /&gt;(The event is never small)&lt;br /&gt;The social pages say I've got&lt;br /&gt;The biggest balls of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I've got big balls&lt;br /&gt;I've got big balls&lt;br /&gt;And they're such big balls&lt;br /&gt;Dirty big balls&lt;br /&gt;And he's got big balls&lt;br /&gt;And she's got big balls&lt;br /&gt;But we've got the biggest balls of them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And my balls are always bouncing&lt;br /&gt;My ballroom always full&lt;br /&gt;And everybody cums and cums again&lt;br /&gt;If your name is on the guest list&lt;br /&gt;No-one can take you higher&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says I've got&lt;br /&gt;GREAT BALLS OF FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I've got big balls&lt;br /&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some balls are held for charity&lt;br /&gt;And some for fancy dress&lt;br /&gt;But when they're held for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;They're the balls that I like best.&lt;br /&gt;My balls are always bouncing&lt;br /&gt;To the left and to the right&lt;br /&gt;It's my belief that my big balls&lt;br /&gt;Should be held every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I've got big balls&lt;br /&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm just itching to tell you about them&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had such wonderful fun&lt;br /&gt;Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...&lt;br /&gt;Ball sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-115026459230449031?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/115026459230449031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=115026459230449031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115026459230449031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/115026459230449031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/06/acdc-big-balls.html' title='AC/DC - Big Balls'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-114297977492212563</id><published>2006-03-22T03:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:30:54.020+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judas Priest - Prisoner of Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never thought the first metal song i will be posting anywhere would be a, what should I say, well lets just say a song like this one. But the other day as i was listening to this song the entire lyrics just felt so familiar, and with all that the part in bold. Man it takes the cake, it seriously kicks ass. Well, for me atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;I became a prisoner of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I would do just anything&lt;br /&gt;To stay and be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are times&lt;br /&gt;When I let myself wonder&lt;br /&gt;As I was going under&lt;br /&gt;You Pulled me back to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear me crying&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're trying&lt;br /&gt;Or is our love a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind&lt;br /&gt;And love deceives you&lt;br /&gt;You came along and captured me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in time&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leave you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a prisoner of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As each day goes by&lt;br /&gt;I've given up completely&lt;br /&gt;I've locked myself inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;And thrown away the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I can live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you see into the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will you ever set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear me crying&lt;br /&gt;Take me into your arms again&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're trying&lt;br /&gt;Or is our love a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind&lt;br /&gt;And love decieves you&lt;br /&gt;You came along and captured me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in time&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leave you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a prisoner of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this heartache&lt;br /&gt;We can try and start again&lt;br /&gt;Stop the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;A little time will help to kill the pain.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114297977492212563?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114297977492212563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114297977492212563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114297977492212563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114297977492212563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/03/judas-priest-prisoner-of-your-eyes_22.html' title='Judas Priest - Prisoner of Your Eyes'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-114271328458514519</id><published>2006-03-19T00:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:21:24.596+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant a guy say something in favour of a girl or a group of girls without the aim of impressing them. this has to be the most loser statement i have every typed in my life. not because of what it means but beacues of the idiotic sentence construction.  anyways getting back to the point, our society even being a muslim society does not have any respect for women. no, no thats not it. now i get it, our society is a fucking closed minded society which sucks ass. we cant think out of the box and always have to link an opposite sex thing as something to do with sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this in the box thinking is responsible for a fuck load of our problems. our butt-fucked tabbos and conservitive "pagree" loving mullahs. we cant discuss and talk about a lot of serious social issues just because this society believes that talking about that is going to send them to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we fix this? man i dont know how many people have asked this and how many times this question has been asked. there are a lot of ideas and anyone with even a little sense will have solutions of his own so there is no point listing a bunch of solutions. because clearly nothing praticle has been put forward ever or maybe our society is beyond repair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114271328458514519?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114271328458514519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114271328458514519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114271328458514519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114271328458514519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-guy-say-something-in-favour-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-114193398282076432</id><published>2006-03-10T00:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:53:02.853+05:00</updated><title type='text'>From here to eternity</title><content type='html'>I spend everyday missing her but trying to stay away from her. She was all I ever wished for, she was all I cared for but now I spend each day keeping myself busy with god knows what sort of crap so that i dont have to think of her. I never did anything worthwhile with my life, the only thing which I had was the fact that i make her happy. Now my life pretty much feels like a bunch of mechanical routines i go over day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk to her i feel a void deep down inside me. and frankly it doesnt surprise me in any fucking way. Though I still have no fucking idea how i am dealing with this. I was never good at ignoring facts but suddenly I am freaking awesome at it. I just ignore us like those years of my life were never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years i considered the best years of life dont even exsist anymore and from here to eternity all I see is a numb, unconscious, horribly disturbing nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man all i have typed looks like a bunch of random sentences bundled to look something worthwhile but i guess this is what my actual state is right now; a bunch of random emotions waiting to be salvaged by time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114193398282076432?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114193398282076432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114193398282076432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114193398282076432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114193398282076432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-here-to-eternity.html' title='From here to eternity'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-114184745129249151</id><published>2006-03-09T00:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:10:44.876+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Series</title><content type='html'>March 2nd - bomb blast behind Mariott, infront of my moms office (the naval hospital she works at). I learned that my mom was fine along with the news about the bomb going off so that really saved me from a lot of worry and anger. With the grace of God my mom didnt even get a single scratch while some blocks of the hospital building even collapsed. the only thing we lost (and that too not totally) was my moms car.&lt;br /&gt;i planned to put it here on the same date but since i dont remember giving my blogs URL to anyone i didnt see any point, plus i was too tierd to come on and do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on march 2nd a dude who for some unrational reason had a loaded gun in his bag accidently shot himself with that gun during a class. fucked up day March 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after being lazy about putting all of this on the blog for a few days I finally decided to get off my ass i write something. surprise surprise ... blogspot.com wont open. Why? cause the government decided to block sites showing the blasphemous cartoons of the Prophet (PBUH). now every internet user knows that you dont have to block the entire website just to keep out a few blogs. but guess the people at PTA are more lazy than i can ever imagine myself to be. instead of actually filtering out the "blasphemous" blogs they said what the heck, just block the entire site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can post blogs through blogger.com but i still am not sure how am i supposed to access my blog page. man! just when i thought i will start telling people about my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114184745129249151?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114184745129249151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114184745129249151' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114184745129249151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114184745129249151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/03/series.html' title='Series'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067532.post-114107453162040797</id><published>2006-02-28T00:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:08:52.076+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I was working on this piece for my university's annual magazine and considering my writers block I was doing a pretty decent job. The piece I am working on involves me answering questions asked by the frustrated students of the university with a little pun and humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while I was answering those questions that i realized that I can write easily if I am answering some questions or to say it in broader terms I have some material to work with. The thing i cant do is start something from the scratch. But its a start, lets hope this puts my writing back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114107453162040797?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114107453162040797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114107453162040797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114107453162040797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114107453162040797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-i-was-working-on-this-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-114090692264446489</id><published>2006-02-26T02:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:35:22.663+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zing</title><content type='html'>this is wierd. i really cant get over my block now can i? i mean its all good if im puttin up posts orkut. but wen it comes to my own blog all i can think of is blank space. i think i still am not comfortable talking about it at a place where so many ppl can read it (though im sure no one is visiting my blog for quite a long while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. pleae dont wonder what the title means. its sumthin from a sleepy state of mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-114090692264446489?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/114090692264446489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=114090692264446489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114090692264446489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/114090692264446489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/02/zing.html' title='Zing'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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-21067532.post-113744860855687247</id><published>2006-01-17T02:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T02:56:48.566+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><content type='html'>Man i really am bonr under and bad sign. Have been thinking of putting up a blog for quite a while and today i finally wrote something i felt like putting on the web. The only problem with that was the fact that i wanted it to be anonymous, but blogspot wont let me have an address in like around a 10 attempts and in the end - due to various reasons not being mentioned here for reasons which cant be declared publically(i will be glad to answer what it means as soon as i get it myself) - I ended up chosing my own name for they blog address. so much for anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess will put up the other stuff on a later date in the future if the Vogons don't come with there construtor fleet first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067532-113744860855687247?l=taimoormq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/feeds/113744860855687247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067532&amp;postID=113744860855687247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/113744860855687247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067532/posts/default/113744860855687247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taimoormq.blogspot.com/2006/01/birth.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>wrathchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07991133539743929098</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>
