<?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-27804746</id><updated>2011-07-28T01:16:57.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-1827061089246205930</id><published>2007-10-12T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:05:08.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Song..</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is an endless fascination for all of us.. What will tomorrow bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we tend to worry.. What will tomorrow bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happiness? Pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pleasure? Sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A pleasant  surprise? A hard truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will someone meaningful go away to never return? Will someone meaningful return to never go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will I hardly work and be rewarded? Will I work hard and be disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will I get to wish my favorite person 'Good Night?' Will I be wishing someone I hardly like 'Good Morning?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will I enjoy the pleasure of another sunrise? Will I be dreading another sunset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will spring bring in the joy of a blossoming new world? Will winter bring the pain of death and decay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What will tomorrow bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe this is where we should decide to stop playing God.. Go back to another childhood memory.. Sing it out aloud..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Que Sera, Sera.. literally translated to 'What will be, will be..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;And be thankful, that yes, what ever it brings there will be a tomorrow.. A little bit of nothing, but a little bit all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que Sera Sera - Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother, what will I be&lt;br /&gt;Will I be pretty, will I be rich&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Will we have rainbows, day after day&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have children of my own&lt;br /&gt;They ask their mother, what will I be&lt;br /&gt;Will I be handsome, will I be rich&lt;br /&gt;I tell them tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-1827061089246205930?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/1827061089246205930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=1827061089246205930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/1827061089246205930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/1827061089246205930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day-another-song.html' title='Another Day, Another Song..'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-116034080927974111</id><published>2006-10-09T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:30:07.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship.. or wht've made of it...</title><content type='html'>Remember a time, not so long ago, when making a friend was so easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey mum, am back from school..And these are my &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; best friends Priya &amp; Sanjana.&lt;br /&gt;And the old ones?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they are my best friends too! See, now i have 4 instead of 2!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about how simple it was. And why shouldnt it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some how, it isn't anymore! The older i grow, the more complex relationships seem to get!&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that get in the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feelings:&lt;br /&gt;-Am i allowed to feel this much? I hardly know the person!&lt;br /&gt;-Why is he being so nice? What does he really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.People:&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone else doesnt like him, so will it be ok if i still talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;-Is she 'good enough' to hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pride:&lt;br /&gt;-Why cant he come up and talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;-Why should i call him first, i'll just wait for him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Time:&lt;br /&gt;-Will call, tomorrow is just as good as today!&lt;br /&gt;-I should call, but a message will be just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Impression:&lt;br /&gt;-If i call him again, will i come across as too needy and desperate?&lt;br /&gt;- I miss him, but why tell him! No need for him to know , that he is important to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. And the list goes on and on and on.. If its not one thing its the other...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i just plain enjoy someone's company anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant friendship be that beautiful , simple thing that its meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why does anything else besides the person count?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything else but the person count ?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every friendship have to be judged and given a label?&lt;br /&gt;Why is being friendly judged as being needy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only lil bits that count, and yet we make such a complete mess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sigh * 2}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-116034080927974111?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/116034080927974111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=116034080927974111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/116034080927974111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/116034080927974111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/10/friendship-or-whtve-made-of-it.html' title='Friendship.. or wht&apos;ve made of it...'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-115339820262951493</id><published>2006-07-20T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:53:22.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I generally hate people who discover laws! I mean sooner or later, its going to make it into some text book and God knows your going to have to study the damn thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now one 'law-maker' i truly respect would be Murphy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tried googling [Googling is using the popular search engine Google.com to look up someone's name in an effort to find out more about them, betcha didnt know tht ;o)] him and this is what i came up with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;''Commander J. Murphy USN was a procurement officer for the US Navy in the 1930's.He was in charge of the procurement of aircraft.When monitoring the design and development of new aircraft, he tried to instill simplicity of maintenance into the likes of Douglas and Grumman.Apparently one of his most belabored expressions was:"If an aircraft fitter on one of our carriers can re-install a serviced component wrongly, then one day he will."Gradually, this got changed into the more familiar version we know today.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So getting down to the simplified familiar version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If anything can go wrong, it will"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There has never, ever been so much truth in a single sentence. Go ahead, hope that you wont run out of petrol for tht last stretch of road. Or better still, pray tht the queue at the doctor's  is short as you need to get to work early. Go ahead, hope and all the best to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some popular corollaries to the law, i keep it pinned up on my softboard, and read it like a prayer. Life just doesnt seem so terrible when you know tht the law is applicable to everyone and the whole world and it isnt just u!  ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) If anything can go wrong it will and at the most inopportune time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2)If there is a possibility of several things going wrong at once, then rest assured, the one tht will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong, first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3)If anything just cannot go wrong, dont worry it will anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4)If you percieve that there are 4 possible ways in which something can go wrong and circumvent these, then a 5th way, unprepared for will promptly develop.And oh, believe me, it will be impossible to fix the fifth fault, without breaking the fix on one or more of the first four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5)Left to themselves, things dont improve! They just go from bad to worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6)If everything seems to be going well, chances are, you have just overlooked something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7)The hidden flaw, trust me, never stays hidden for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8)In nature, nothing is ever right. Therefore, if everything is going right ... something is wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laugh.. sometimes thats all that makes the world go round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-115339820262951493?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/115339820262951493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=115339820262951493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115339820262951493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115339820262951493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/07/murphy.html' title='Murphy'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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-27804746.post-115148175205745594</id><published>2006-06-27T14:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:35:44.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My favourite things.. on a rainy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with string,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silver white winters that melt into spring,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cream coloured ponies, and crisp apple strudel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Door bells and sleigh bells and snitchzel with noodles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White geese that fly with the moon on their wings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favourite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dogs bark, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the bees sting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am feeling sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I simply remember my favourite things and then I don't feel, so bad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From: The Sound Of Music)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I was a kid, I have loved this song completely. Enjoyed singing it aloud and dancing arm in arm with a make believe partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As i grew older, I realised the deeper meaning. How if you do really have a list of special things, moments, people, dates.. even a bad day doesnt seem so bad, the world doesnt feel very cruel, and tomorrow feels very worth living for all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try it sometimes, its almost therapeutic :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A list I made for when the rains and all the gloom makes me feel low..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Walking barefoot on very fine grass, actually feeling the earth beneath my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Eating buttered popcorn while watching a whodunit all wrapped up in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Waking up in the middle of the night, raving hungry and actually finding one last piece of gooey chocolate cake in the fridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Watching the sea, staring at nothing, on a windy;cloudy day and then having it suddenly pour leaving you wet, with a few shivers and yet,feeling completely alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Watching a kid returning from school on a rainy day, seeing him step into every puddle (in his way and not in his way) and wanting to give him company *splash* :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Lying in bed and hearing the rain hit the windows hard, hear the wind howling, listen to nature in its full glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7) Not bothering with an umbrella and running the last stretch of road leading to your car and feeling all of 10 again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8) Taking a long walk on a promenade near the sea, when its pouring, chances are you'll be all alone, with not one soul on the road and the world feels like it was made for you.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 whole months of this.. And suddenly, life isnt all gloomy any more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any ideas on the movie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-115148175205745594?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/115148175205745594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=115148175205745594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115148175205745594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115148175205745594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-favourite-things-on-rainy-day.html' title='My favourite things.. on a rainy day..'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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-27804746.post-115088738767214043</id><published>2006-06-21T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:39:52.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an avid reader. I can read, and read, and then read some more. I read only fiction though, and therefore a lot of what I read can be classified as complete non sense, and I am not ashamed to admit it! :) Sensible reading is for sensible people, and God knows I am not one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while though, you do read a book, that makes you just stop and think. Its rare. And therefore it hits you hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such book I had once read was " To Kill A Mocking Bird" by Harper Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally stay away from classics. It requires to much deep thinking and profound thought. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one, I had just picked up on a whim, and did it pay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who need a break from the world of Sidney Sheldon and Arthur Hailey, read this one and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any favourite book there will always be something that will stay with you, long after your done reading it.With me,  it was this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of gettin the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courage is when you know your licked, before you even begin, but you begin anyway.And you see it through no matter what.You rarely win this way, but sometimes you do, and thats when it counts the most.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thoughts like these remain with you. Long after you've forgotten the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to say anymore. I could never add anything to what the author has so beautifully said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have posted this blog with not much to say. I just wanted to share this line with you.And if it does make you think, and stays with you long after you are done reading this, then posting this little bit of nothing was worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;z &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-115088738767214043?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/115088738767214043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=115088738767214043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115088738767214043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115088738767214043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/06/inspirational-fiction.html' title='Inspirational fiction?'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-115011312658367594</id><published>2006-06-09T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:40:12.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calvin &amp; Hobbes - An Ode</title><content type='html'>Something I wanted to share, with whoever happens to be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can be best explained by cartoon characters, namely an extremely sarcastic and adult 6 yr old, and his pet tiger. This is my ode to Bill Waterson, who I think is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the lines used in this comic strip, that explain life in such an awfully simple way, it makes you realise, that in the end, maybe its just our fault that life gets all complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;"In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become a genius.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in the very long term, I know which will make better memories"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this particular line, just a simple comparison, between study and play and yet different aspects of this same comparison come into play at all stages in life, the difference between what I should do and what i so want to do.And how sadly for most of us, the 'what I should do' side always wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;" I don't understand it. What makes some people so greedy and mean? Why is that some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people don't care what's wrong and right? Why don't people try to be nice to each other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The problem with people is, that they are only HUMAN."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she say that about me? Why does he not understand me? What I did was right, why are my friends then mad at me that I did it?&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like a mantra that you should repeat at night everyday : I love my friends, they are nice people, but sometime or the other they are going to disappoint me and not react the way I expect them to because they are HUMAN, HUMAN,HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;"We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where we are"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, Look, Feel. Its not always about what I have lined up for tomorrow. Why do I feel like I am in this big rush to get through life? And where the hell am I in such a hurry to get to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;"Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world's problems?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one line that explains it all without even trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of boring routine, and valleys of frustration and failure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember, remember. And sometimes, even flat stretches are fun! We just fail to notice. It gives you a chance to notice the world thats passing you by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;em&gt;"These are interesting times. We don't trust the government, we don't trust the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;legal system, we don't trust the media, and we don't trust each other! We've undermined &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all authority, and with it, the basis for replacing it! It's like a six-year-old's dream come &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;true!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very suprising, we still haven't decided to just cordon ourselves off on individual islands and stay there. Afterall we don't need anybody : our government sucks, the legal system doesn't work, and the media, bah- just a group of liars and who on earth could love their neighbour anymore..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.. sad times we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;em&gt;"There's an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fun it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates, cheese laden pizzas, creamy gooey cakes, Gawd its a long list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;em&gt;"Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corruption, and destruction of man?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "I'm not sure that man needs the help." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;em&gt;"Do you realise, we have evovled in such a way that we laugh at absurdity. We actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think that stupidity is funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If we couldnt laugh at absurdity there would be a lot in life we couldn't react to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laughing is good. Its our best reaction to a whole lot of things. An outlet. To most things in life we just cant understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bill Waterson Sir,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have done full justice to your excellent writing. I have picked up the quotes I liked the most. But point is, I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;To all those who read this blog and who love it, read the Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, and my next little bit of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-115011312658367594?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/115011312658367594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=115011312658367594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115011312658367594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/115011312658367594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/06/calvin-hobbes-ode.html' title='Calvin &amp; Hobbes - An Ode'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-114763479123397607</id><published>2006-05-15T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:38:55.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I resolve to..</title><content type='html'>I resolve to, from now on, forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stop, pause, take some time out..to actually feel..&lt;br /&gt;How have I allowed my life to fall into such a monotonous routine? How come i have lived for so long and have so little to account for all those years? What about real experiences? In the end wont they count for much, much more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do something just coz my heart says so, even if my brain strongly disagrees..&lt;br /&gt;When did everything become so logic bound? When did I get so bitter, practical and cynical? Who ever said that a successful life has to be lived on the basis of logic and logic alone? How could this be the right way to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feel, strongly and completely..&lt;br /&gt;When did i start holding my feelings back? Why do i try to regulate how much i feel? Why am i afraid to give all of myself to someone? Whats the worst that could happen? And when did the worse that could happen outweigh the pure happiness of just feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Show emotion, even in public..&lt;br /&gt;When was it deemed not okay to cry in a movie? Why does it matter if someone else looks and sniggers? When did crying become an act of the weak? How does it matter what other people think? Why can't I laugh like a child, loud and hard? From when was that considered rude and impolite? And why does it matter, even if it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Change what i can, let go what i can't and have the ability to tell the difference between what i can and what i cant..&lt;br /&gt;When did I forget that everything in life cant change to accomodate me, to suit my needs? That sometimes being able to let go, makes me the stronger, not the weaker person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Real friends are few and far between.. so hold on, tight..&lt;br /&gt;When did losing touch with people become so easy? Why take for granted that if you lose a friend, the next one will be just around the corner? When did people, real people, people who care, become so easily replaceable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Realise that people are good, with a little bad.. not bad with a little good..&lt;br /&gt;When did trusting my neighbour become so hard? When did it get natural to view nice people with suspicion? When did I start expecting my friends to bitch about me the moment I turned my back on them as if it was the most natural thing in the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Tell the people who make me the person I am.. "Thank you.. I care too"&lt;br /&gt;When did telling someone that he is appreciated, become such a big event? When did saying thank you, become a time consuming "duty"? From when did I become willing to let go, the pleasure of seeing someone's face light up, when I tell them that they've made a difference, a big difference? Why do I just take their niceness for granted? When did niceness become such a hopelessly underrated commodity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may be a little bit of nothing, but it is upto me to make these little bits good; to make these little bits count; to make these little bits fair and not just to me; to make these little bits, that will one day be lost in the sands of time, a cherished moment for someone, now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... For when the great scorer comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To write against your name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He write not if you won or lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how you played the game.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grantland Rice (1880 - 1954)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-114763479123397607?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/114763479123397607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=114763479123397607&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/114763479123397607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/114763479123397607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-resolve-to.html' title='I resolve to..'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27804746.post-114736427561215998</id><published>2006-05-11T21:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:39:25.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first little bit of nothing..</title><content type='html'>Thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;feelings;&lt;br /&gt;people;&lt;br /&gt;memories;&lt;br /&gt;extreme highs;&lt;br /&gt;all time lows;&lt;br /&gt;long meaningless walks;&lt;br /&gt;the joy of finding a never discovered beautiful field on a lonely road to nowhere;&lt;br /&gt;the first splash of rain water on your face and the immediate smell of wet mud as the water hits the ground;&lt;br /&gt;the joy of finding just the right thing to wear on a date with someone special;&lt;br /&gt;the high of being in love;&lt;br /&gt;the pain of some hard decisions made;&lt;br /&gt;the knowledge that every decision ever made has led you to here, where you stand now;&lt;br /&gt;losing people to circumstances;&lt;br /&gt;losing people to death;&lt;br /&gt;a true love story that reaffirms your belief in the good things;&lt;br /&gt;hearing someone you care for breathe softly on a lonely dark night over the phone, and the sudden realisation that atleast for now your not alone;&lt;br /&gt;wishing on a star;&lt;br /&gt;wishing on a star and having it come true;&lt;br /&gt;reading a beautiful poem;&lt;br /&gt;going through old emails, of friends lost, of people forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;finding an old diary you thought was long lost to you and remembering life as it was,and learning to cherish now, as it will never be again;&lt;br /&gt;rooting for the underdog and having him win;&lt;br /&gt;listening to a hard earned success story and feeling truly happy for someone else;&lt;br /&gt;falling in love, with someone, with a song, with life;&lt;br /&gt;breathing in a baby's scent;&lt;br /&gt;have a dog's soft warm body curl up near your feet;&lt;br /&gt;licking melted chocolate off the wrapper and your fingers;&lt;br /&gt;listening to it rain outside when your all cuddled up in bed;&lt;br /&gt;realising that even though there is so much wrong with the world, there are a few rights that make life so worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first blog.. A little bit bit of nothing.. after all isnt that what life is all about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27804746-114736427561215998?l=zeenatb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/feeds/114736427561215998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27804746&amp;postID=114736427561215998&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/114736427561215998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27804746/posts/default/114736427561215998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeenatb.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-little-bit-of-nothing.html' title='My first little bit of nothing..'/><author><name>zeenat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05305390073506909638</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
