<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UBQHg5cCp7ImA9WxBaFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061</id><updated>2010-03-25T15:14:11.628-07:00</updated><title>Abdul G Khan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abdul G 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/&gt;And I never realized the plot&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was waiting for my dooms day&lt;br /&gt;That too from my very close friend this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was betrayed for sure&lt;br /&gt;And had a lot to endure&lt;br /&gt;But what hurt more is this&lt;br /&gt;That I confided in this person and thought it was bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a dumb human being&lt;br /&gt;I realize my mistake in my ruins &lt;br /&gt;But like a phoenix I promise to arise&lt;br /&gt;Making my best friend realize &lt;br /&gt;That friends when good are the best&lt;br /&gt;But a friend turned foe is the worst to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-896405779490138041?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/896405779490138041/comments/default' title='Post 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gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcBRHsycSp7ImA9WxBaFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-4935408137066920452</id><published>2010-03-24T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:47:35.599-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-24T12:47:35.599-07:00</app:edited><title>Greed</title><content type='html'>Finding faults in individual is very easy&lt;br /&gt;And taunting them for that is very dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Cause every person has their own quality&lt;br /&gt;And understanding person’s true potential is way above your ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All humans are born with red blood flowing in vein,&lt;br /&gt;If almighty isn’t distinguishing, shouldn’t we refrain?&lt;br /&gt;But every person wants to prove itself superior&lt;br /&gt;May it be at the cost of others career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God definitely made a beautiful word to live&lt;br /&gt;But creating over smart brains, god made a slip&lt;br /&gt;Cause these people die for domination&lt;br /&gt;Creating an environment unhealthy for competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this greed of human never originated &lt;br /&gt;Then the concept of king and queens would never have existed&lt;br /&gt;God should have made human without this greed organ&lt;br /&gt;Life then would have been a smooth wagon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-4935408137066920452?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/4935408137066920452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=4935408137066920452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tough&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether the human really get stronger?&lt;br /&gt;It’s their will to stay alive that sails them through&lt;br /&gt;And not their determination to achieve something that’s proved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rare are human who survive to achieve something&lt;br /&gt;Common are people who survive just for living&lt;br /&gt;Human although intelligent hasn’t learnt true living&lt;br /&gt;And calls everyone who deviates from the norm a stupid being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We follow the already traced path&lt;br /&gt;And those who try paving their own, face societies wrath&lt;br /&gt;What’s forgotten is that these were traced by someone too&lt;br /&gt;And they didn’t happen through voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the name of religion people are misguided&lt;br /&gt;They are thought to prepare for after life and this life is disregarded&lt;br /&gt;Please learn that this life will come only once&lt;br /&gt;You never know whether after life will really be in existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-7950695418533760475?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/7950695418533760475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=7950695418533760475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7950695418533760475?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7950695418533760475?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-life.html' title='Living Life'/><author><name>Abdul G 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knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not cruel&lt;br /&gt;But had to be one for once as real&lt;br /&gt;I might repent this for my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;This will remain in my memories as grime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a good friend for sure&lt;br /&gt;But it’s in the friend’s interest that had this to endure&lt;br /&gt;After all friendship is about making the friends happy&lt;br /&gt;If for that you need to appear bad; so may it be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-7048745183187620661?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/7048745183187620661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=7048745183187620661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Dream</title><content type='html'>I see a fairy in my dream&lt;br /&gt;She at times makes me scream&lt;br /&gt;She is nice and cute&lt;br /&gt;But sometime I am left mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so lovely and full of beauty&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching her for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Her face so glowing and smile so nice&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could capture this by some device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so lovely and profound&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am enchanted by some wand&lt;br /&gt;Her hair so long and silky&lt;br /&gt;And lips so lush and glossy   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost for words in describing her&lt;br /&gt;She is a wonder who any person would prefer&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I wake up I repent&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that dreams can’t be reality in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-8881810250569070891?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAHQXo-fCp7ImA9WxBbGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-8358976472074575775</id><published>2010-03-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:05:30.454-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-18T13:05:30.454-07:00</app:edited><title>Heart Lost!</title><content type='html'>With people in love all around me&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am the only little lonely&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t that I never was in love&lt;br /&gt;I was, but failed to express the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the guts earlier&lt;br /&gt;Life would have been much easier&lt;br /&gt;Once I had told you my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Rest could have been dealt with healings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly I was bound with circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Left with no choice but forgetting the advances&lt;br /&gt;I did try later&lt;br /&gt;But seems life by then had left me as a spectator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might never recover forgetting you completely&lt;br /&gt;But hope someone will take your place sequentially&lt;br /&gt;Love definitely hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;Better heart broken than heart lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-8358976472074575775?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/8358976472074575775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=8358976472074575775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8358976472074575775?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8358976472074575775?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart-lost.html' title='Heart Lost!'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYFQXg9fip7ImA9WxBbFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-2131697061538086561</id><published>2010-03-12T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:35:10.666-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-12T12:35:10.666-08:00</app:edited><title>Time Healing</title><content type='html'>When nothing seems to be going right&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world’s against your side&lt;br /&gt;When every person finds fault in you&lt;br /&gt;When no one seems to understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and think agile&lt;br /&gt;What’s that thing that will keep you going?&lt;br /&gt;Think of that thing and keep moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the things hurled at you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Accept all bads and keep moving without a rile&lt;br /&gt;People may ignore you but you be nice&lt;br /&gt;Take all this with a pinch of spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need to speak your grief to somebody&lt;br /&gt;Take a close friend into confidence or a pet teddy&lt;br /&gt;Speak out everything, don’t keep anything inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause once out it will stop bothering your ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time heals wounds is a known fact&lt;br /&gt;Things will improve with your kind act&lt;br /&gt;You just keep doing your thing with the utmost loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Your simplicity will win over their ferocity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-2131697061538086561?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/2131697061538086561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=2131697061538086561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2131697061538086561?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2131697061538086561?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-healing.html' title='Time Healing'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cARHo6eCp7ImA9WxBbFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-5521277259921718985</id><published>2010-03-12T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:17:25.410-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-12T12:17:25.410-08:00</app:edited><title>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>With no expectations in mind, I move forward&lt;br /&gt;Asking the Gods for guidance I move forward&lt;br /&gt;With so much to cover I ask for help&lt;br /&gt;With no one around I depend on self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to explore&lt;br /&gt;Cause things here are of not much galore&lt;br /&gt;I stop once to think on the choice&lt;br /&gt;Should I or shouldn’t I play the dice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting tougher&lt;br /&gt;My mind seems to dither&lt;br /&gt;It’s confusing me whether exploring is right&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to doubt my self and my insight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;At times it seems to be so unreal&lt;br /&gt;But accepting the reality will be apt&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, I think I’ll adapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the decision&lt;br /&gt;It’s moving forward, that’s the vision&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for the best, but at the same time preparing for the worst&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be better than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-5521277259921718985?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/5521277259921718985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=5521277259921718985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/5521277259921718985?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/5521277259921718985?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08GQ3o5fCp7ImA9WxBbFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-6025476084766469438</id><published>2010-03-12T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:43:42.424-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-12T09:43:42.424-08:00</app:edited><title>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>It’s a long time to go&lt;br /&gt;Do not let situations bring you sorrow&lt;br /&gt;These are hard days of pain&lt;br /&gt;But life will adapt itself with passing rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is over until your last breath&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is over until the death&lt;br /&gt;You still have lots of things to crave for&lt;br /&gt;You still have lots of thing to wish for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as a flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;Better move on, else you will be lost in your dream&lt;br /&gt;Let new things come in your life&lt;br /&gt;Let new people enter your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult initially&lt;br /&gt;But life will adjust sequentially&lt;br /&gt;You will realize that this was a blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Life after all is nothing but living in peace and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes that life would take a turn to the old will always be there&lt;br /&gt;But let not this distract and demotivate you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you will start liking the new life&lt;br /&gt;After all YOU are the most important person in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-6025476084766469438?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/6025476084766469438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=6025476084766469438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6025476084766469438?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6025476084766469438?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ADRng5cCp7ImA9WxBUGU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-3656353554850538913</id><published>2010-03-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:29:37.628-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-06T16:29:37.628-08:00</app:edited><title>Passion</title><content type='html'>I just wonder why is it that when walking sometimes I happen to act as tough I am bowling or I try to practice the shot I always wanted to master. I have seen this happen to many Indians and this makes me wonder; is this something to do with our upbringing? No doubt most of the Indians “Eat cricket, sleep cricket and dream cricket”. Cricket has become an integral part of life for most of the male Indians. The question that now arises is, is this a good thing or a bad one? Different people will have different opinion regarding this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say it’s a bad thing as you are not gaining anything and it’s a “loss; loss” situation for you and a “win; win” situation for the cricket organizers! No doubt this appears to be an apt statement, but what if cricket wasn’t there? Will India be a known country without the success that 1983 world cup brought us? Would India be a sought after country had Indians not been crazy about cricket? Cricket in a way has put India up there with the countries passionate about their sport! It in a sense has made foreign countries make note of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it’s a sport that brings together Indians from different states together thus showcasing the unity and strength of India. It acts as a stress reliever for most of the people and also helps in making new contacts and getting to know more people. I agree it’s not amongst the healthiest of sports like football or tennis but it definitely has a feel of its own. I have personally seen cricket to be a medium of overcoming language barrier. It’s a game where people from different languages/religions can play as one team. This applicable with other sports as well; but because of the less amount of strain put on body in this sport with regards to other sports; cricket has become more popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my point of acting as tough bowling or batting while walking; I think this has more to do with your passion for something. If you observe different people, each one has some passion or the other and while he/she is alone they think or imagine about their passion for that thing. This could be anything; sometimes books, sports ……etc&lt;br /&gt;What this tells us is that humans are passionate people. Every one of us, whether you may admit or not; has passion for something or the other. So what’s your passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-3656353554850538913?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/3656353554850538913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=3656353554850538913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/3656353554850538913?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/3656353554850538913?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/03/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMGRHs6fip7ImA9WxBVFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-6796273946295049512</id><published>2010-02-18T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:53:45.516-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-18T07:53:45.516-08:00</app:edited><title>Lonely Emptiness</title><content type='html'>I see around and see vast emptiness&lt;br /&gt;I doubt to believe in this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Is this real or am I just imagining&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself and realize it’s really happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream and I shout out loud&lt;br /&gt;I can just hear my echo coming by the cloud&lt;br /&gt;I curse at the sight of the empty field&lt;br /&gt;And think to myself; is it the time to yield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god what’s this happening&lt;br /&gt;I fail to believe that am hallucinating&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be some kind of punishment&lt;br /&gt;But I fail to recollect the crime for this punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, out of nowhere I sea a big wave&lt;br /&gt;Splashing on my face and making me awake&lt;br /&gt;My roomie says “Are you gone mad, why are you pinching me?”&lt;br /&gt;I was shouting so loud; couldn't you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself and say Sorry to him for the grief&lt;br /&gt;This really was something better gone than lived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-6796273946295049512?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/6796273946295049512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=6796273946295049512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6796273946295049512?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6796273946295049512?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/02/lonely-emptiness.html' title='Lonely Emptiness'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUDQ30_fip7ImA9WxBVFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-7626631349768525890</id><published>2010-02-18T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:51:12.346-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-18T07:51:12.346-08:00</app:edited><title>Tag Lines</title><content type='html'>I see people putting different tag lines in their messenger /communicator status. This makes me wonder; is there any relationship between the tags they put and their present circumstances/mind set? This definitely seems to be an interesting study of the human mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the tag lines; some put motivating tags; some happiness tags; some love tags etc. These all seem to be emotions and definitely must have some bearing to the way the human feels at that time! Many a times people want to express something; but don’t know how to communicate to all people; and put their expression as tag lines. This could be one set of people. There are others who put tag lines just to grab attention of the opposite sex. These are people who write flowery tag lines for attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few who like certain quotes and want others to adopt them too….and hence communicate the same through tag lines. Many don’t bother about tag lines and never care to add one. These are people who either are very happy/contended in life or are engrossed in even bigger issues and consider this as a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it might be; tag lines do tell a lot about the state of the mind of the person or what’s been on his/her mind for long. So next time you chat with your friend; do notice his/her tag line; you never know , you might get to know something more about your friend’s state of mind or what he/she is feeling. Obviously whatever I have mentioned above might necessarily not hold true but tag lines do communicate more than the words that’s been compiled to form a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This again makes me imagine how words combine to form beautiful sentences. Sometimes the sentences are so very motivating; one sentence can change your perception of life. Make you feel better or even help you feel elated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-7626631349768525890?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/7626631349768525890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=7626631349768525890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7626631349768525890?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7626631349768525890?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/02/tag-lines.html' title='Tag Lines'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUHSH08fip7ImA9WxBWEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-5731842977799130381</id><published>2010-02-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:47:19.376-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-02T13:47:19.376-08:00</app:edited><title>Childhood Memoirs</title><content type='html'>Sitting on the sofa I tried recollecting what’s the oldest memory that I can recollect from my childhood? The furthest I could think back dates to my high school “Std 1”. Yes, frankly I do remember t hose days; but more in terms of incidents. I remember how I always imagined what human being is made of? And just assumed that human must be like a banana inside! Once you peel open a human you'll get a big Banana....quite hilarious thinking now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how one of my school teachers looked very much like my mother and I just used to imagine how come mom manages to change clothes so fast and come to school? And also I never saw these clothes in our home! And quite frankly I used to love attending her classes as well, as I always thought it’s my mom teaching it and I love my mom a lot and that made me concentrate better at school. Think it’s this liking for teachers and the happy feeling to have someone known in school that made me learn better and be what I am now. Surely every one of us might have a similar story; where someone’s presence made them feel comfortable at school. Those were the days when watching Hema Malini movies always reminded me that my mom looks so very similar to her! Watching movies on my Dynora TV I always imagined how come people can act in such a small box! And furthermore act the same way each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lower Kg and 1st Std was done in a school very nearby to house and mostly it was a ride by bike. I always used to see a big red bus come to take boys right in front of my house and I always used to imagine "Wish I could also go to a school in bus". Believe me; the next year I landed in the same school and was traveling in the same Bus. My happiness had no limits those days. Thinking back now; I conclude that while young our demands were so very achievable. As we grow up, competition and a little bit of jealously forces us to put our demands and expectation so very high….thus making it unachievable at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I made many good friends and sharing tiffin with friends was like a blessing. Those were the times when PE (Physical Education) class was the most anticipated class and English was the class when I just thought why I can’t be invisible for this class! Friends around you everywhere both at school and home made those days just like a dream. Never a dull moment. If not friend; the younger brother always with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still recollect how I used to be very possessive about my younger brother. How I used to protect him from any beating and same that he did for me. The days when sweets obtained from birthday guys; I would keep one for me and another for my bro. The days spent together in childhood; still keeps us close now! Yes; these are the days when you build a lasting relationship that extends beyond time. The relationships done during these days lasts your lifetime. Even a small fight with my friends made me upset and saying a sorry was never an Ego problem! Still remember the days when my friends and I collected borams (botanical name Zizyphus mauritiana also called as Indian jujube fruit) from a single boram tree in our school. One tree and more than 50 kids wanting to have their share. Damm good days they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollecting now is making me a bit nostalgic and it seems I have so much to pen down. Thinking whether I should write a novel on this….what say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-5731842977799130381?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/5731842977799130381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=5731842977799130381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/5731842977799130381?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/5731842977799130381?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood-memoirs.html' title='Childhood Memoirs'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYERXsyfip7ImA9WxBXF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-8489536545098894724</id><published>2010-01-29T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:25:04.596-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-29T11:25:04.596-08:00</app:edited><title>In Sight</title><content type='html'>While away in an unknown country with not many known people around what would be your savior? I question the same to myself. The answer I got was God; God will be your savior. I ask myself again; what if God is busy reaching to other people? The reply was your friends will be with you. I again asked; my friends are so far away; how can they reach to me? Pat came the reply; brother, the World has progressed, you have chat messengers; mails...so many ways of communication. Won't they be as eager to speak to you as you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a while and questioned myself; are they? With great enthusiasm and excitement I check my messenger to see if anyone is online. I ping them; but no reply or reply saying am busy will ping you later. Demotivating me in an instance. I console myself saying; maybe they are really very busy with work...they will chat with me later. Why not drop a mail; they will at least reply. My heart isn't ready to take this risk but mind says “Do it”. With great hesitation I do this; drop mails to my friends...expecting a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my mailbox next day; to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;...no replies. Am I so bad....that I couldn't make good friends? Maybe just maybe...I am a very bad person. I try recollecting the instances when I have not replied to any of my friends SOS calls. I fail to point even one. Even in the busiest of schedules I have replied to my friends help calls. Then how come no one remembers me? Or wants to speak to me? Or is this just my imagination.....maybe I am being too negative! Then I remember a quote from my good friend "Out of sight; out of mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what happens when someone is not in your sight. The world is small for sure; but once someone is not in your sight, however good your friend he/she might be; you forget them. Unless it’s your relative you won't remember them. Of course a few rare cases are there but those are very few. Seems I fall in this rare case quota. How nice it would have been if everyone would really keep in touch with his/her old friends. We promise to be in touch but how many keep to the promises......very few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human definitely is a social creature but its social behavior changes with circumstances. I don't know which behavior would be considered as apt? Forget friends out of sight and continue life making new friends....or keep in touch with old friends and also make new friends? People might argue don't hold onto past....see the future. But don't we hold onto our families.....shouldn't friends be a part of the family? What's your reply?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-8489536545098894724?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/8489536545098894724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=8489536545098894724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8489536545098894724?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8489536545098894724?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-sight.html' title='In Sight'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YNSHs5fSp7ImA9WxBXFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-2076116954132733406</id><published>2010-01-27T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:53:19.525-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-27T13:53:19.525-08:00</app:edited><title>Mobile Phones</title><content type='html'>While on mobile with my friend; it just struck me how such a small device could bridge people in far off locations. How even after being very far from one another, we could hear voices of each other and feel as tough the distance is just not that far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pure piece of Genius! I must admit, mobiles have helped people in many different occasions! If lost in a crowd; or while away from home and wanting to speak to your parents after a long time; or lovers who just can’t stay apart for a second or parents wanting to know where their child is...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The growth of mobiles as well is no short of a fairytale story in itself. While initially mobiles were treated as a luxury item, with very few having it and the call plans too being so complicated and exorbitant that only the rich could afford. But; there was a savior for all the Indians. Dhirubhai Ambani...he changed the Mobile industry upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this great thinker; almost every person in India now has a mobile. Now mobile has become more of a necessity. Be it business people, housewives, College folks or service people. Nowadays mobile seems to be of great help to the Young lovers too. Chatting for hours together and that too at no or very low cost with privacy intact! It’s as if it’s become the soul of the Love Between lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where my imagination tells me...what if mobiles were humans. Recharging will be like giving them food. I am pretty sure most girls would have the leanest mobile humans and males will have the fattest. Let’s think a little more; what if the Mobile were only males. Not sure whether mobiles would be happy being with a girl or a boy. For girl might kiss him often; but will keep him awake for long and weaken him and the boy will prefer not to kiss for sure but will keep him less awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how thinking can lead you to some quite ridiculous results! Back to the topic of mobiles; all I can end with is” Mobiles have revolutionized the way we live nowadays. No matter where you go you are not far from your loved ones."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-2076116954132733406?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/2076116954132733406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=2076116954132733406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2076116954132733406?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2076116954132733406?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/mobile-phones.html' title='Mobile Phones'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4DSHY4fip7ImA9WxBXFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-701693849340512169</id><published>2010-01-25T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:46:19.836-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-26T09:46:19.836-08:00</app:edited><title>Inspirations</title><content type='html'>I get amazed when i hear people being inspired by Narayan Murthy, APJ Abdul Kalam, Sachin, etc...and not their own parents. I feel the best inspiration for any person can be their parents. I see a hero in every parent. The utter trouble taken right from birth to the upbringing of a child in no short of an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a parent I would be saddened to hear the above quotes from my child. Parents raise their child out of love and affection and want their children to do the same for them. I had read a phrase by Mother Theresa "The hunger for recognition is more than the hunger for food!" I wonder how many of us recognize our parents as great.No doubt in your minds you must have; but have you ever expressed the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many parents being upset that they could make their child capable....but not respectful. No doubt parents have the greatest impact on making the child what he/she ultimately ends up as, but some people forget that and set out to make a life of their own and very often forgetting the person/people who made them capable to be where they are in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say to people reading this post; if at all you haven't thanked your parent/s for whatever they have done for you; it's not late yet. Go back home and hug your parent/s....the most affectionate hug you have ever given to your parent/s! Those who are the wiser ones who thanks their parent/s often...well done!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-701693849340512169?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/701693849340512169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=701693849340512169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/701693849340512169?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/701693849340512169?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspirations.html' title='Inspirations'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cEQXo8eSp7ImA9WxBXEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-1138989891326873241</id><published>2010-01-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:16:40.471-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-22T13:16:40.471-08:00</app:edited><title>Words</title><content type='html'>Having written 2 blogs earlier; it just struck to me the nature in which words help express the emotions. Sometimes some words seem to be more powerful expression then the actual expression itself. Quite frankly, words that you convey or speak make a big impact. Sometime people end up conveying the wrong feeling/expression due to the wrong combination of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too sometime get entangled in this web of words expressing emotions. Over time i have understood that if you don't know how to express; rather shut up and let the eyes do the rest. But alas sometimes even that fails. Eyes surely have a potent impact in facial communication; but what about chatting or telephony conversation? Words and voice seems to go hand in hand in telephony conversation and in chatting there is not other help. Words are all that you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely humans have a very good mode of communicating; but sometimes i feel this mode of communication doesn't achieve the intended purpose. Proper combination of words seems to be the utmost requirement for a good communication. Even in speeches, words are framed meticulously so that it ends up communicating the exact meaning. This choice of words also depends on the intended crowd. No doubt bureaucrats have specialized people to prepare their speeches and even movies have a special category for dialogue writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder how cool it would have been if people just looking at others eyes would get to know what the other person is trying to hide or wanting to say. This would definitely help facial communication. It would be magical and surely so there won't be any hidden agenda as it exists today. Seriously, life would be great if this existed and so many things would be done away with. To name a few:-&lt;br /&gt;     1) Thieves intentions would be known in advance&lt;br /&gt;     2) If in case some one does achieve to rob; police interrogation would be much simpler. Thus preventing torchers and deaths due to the same.&lt;br /&gt;     3) Flights will be safer.&lt;br /&gt;     4) One section of lovers will be helped; the ones who love and can’t express; but are Ok with rejections.&lt;br /&gt;     5) In general society will be a safer place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about this, if science can land a man in moon; can’t a device which reads mind be made? One which can judge without even a word being spoken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-1138989891326873241?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/1138989891326873241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=1138989891326873241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/1138989891326873241?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/1138989891326873241?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak4AR307eip7ImA9WxBXEU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-4382362013268915110</id><published>2010-01-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:22:26.302-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-21T13:22:26.302-08:00</app:edited><title>Family</title><content type='html'>We eat, we fight together&lt;br /&gt;We quarrel, we apologize to one another.&lt;br /&gt;We love each other; we will die for one another&lt;br /&gt;This is what family is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad, bro and sis&lt;br /&gt;Each one is a lot a miss&lt;br /&gt;Love dad’s unorthodox love; and mom’s unending affection&lt;br /&gt;Miss irritating sis and playing cricket with bro and being out of action&lt;br /&gt;Moments spent with family never seemed to be special that time&lt;br /&gt;But thinking about it now makes my eyes cry a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is special and always will be&lt;br /&gt;But some folks fail to understand the reality&lt;br /&gt;I wish good sense will prevail to such people&lt;br /&gt;And hope they realize who is really very special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me family will always precede&lt;br /&gt;No matter how great are the other proceeds&lt;br /&gt;Having to choose between family and few&lt;br /&gt;My choice is always family; how about you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul G Khan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-4382362013268915110?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/4382362013268915110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=4382362013268915110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/4382362013268915110?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/4382362013268915110?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMHSH0_cCp7ImA9WxBQFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-2002437446626319174</id><published>2010-01-15T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:37:19.348-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-15T08:37:19.348-08:00</app:edited><title>Conversation</title><content type='html'>Starting a conversation seems to be so very difficult;&lt;br /&gt;Icebreaker isn't necessarily at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Starting conversation with strangers is an art,&lt;br /&gt;learning this will require a lot of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am sure, it’s worth a try&lt;br /&gt;never know when it could be of help in your cry&lt;br /&gt;it will definitely help in making new friends&lt;br /&gt;making the going easy in unknown lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all try to learn this thing&lt;br /&gt;and make a place full of friendly beings&lt;br /&gt;Surely it will make a nice environment&lt;br /&gt;and help everyone in his/her development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul G Khan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-2002437446626319174?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/2002437446626319174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=2002437446626319174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2002437446626319174?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/2002437446626319174?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMCQXc4cSp7ImA9WxBQFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-7001644759615300833</id><published>2010-01-15T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:37:40.939-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-15T08:37:40.939-08:00</app:edited><title>Daughters.</title><content type='html'>Continuing on the topic of marriage; I remember how parents would be so worried to get their daughters married off. India traditionally is a country where girls are married off at a very early age. We say India's becoming modern, but thoughts in terms of marriage are still the same old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many parents consider girls to be a so called “AMANAT" and want to marry them off as early as possible and do off with their so called “Duty”. This act of theirs has lots of repercussions. In this hurry of their; they forget to take into picture the thoughts of the girl herself. Also sometimes they end up marrying their daughters to the wrong guy and thus causing 2 families to suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time’s girls are not ready for the marriage but just to see their parents happy she gets ready to make this sacrifice. What she doesn't understand is that she has to spend the rest of her life with this guy! If luck is there he might turn out as the guy she wants; but the chances are very less. I believe girls should raise a voice on this. Not in a revolt type but an explaining type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure parents want the best for their children, but at times they get scared. The society makes them scared. We definitely live in a modern society, but the thoughts in terms of girls marrying age has still not changed! An unmarried girl of 22+ years in the family is considered as bad and "N" numbers of verbal torches are hurled on the family and the innocent girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up I say to these people. It’s the time of change; let people live and decide for themselves. You are no one to decide on others lives. I believe marriage is one of the most important and difficult decisions in any person’s life. And should be taken with utmost thought and should be taken by the person him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case here and hope people reading this will make sure that they don't do the same with their daughters. If you are unmarried, make sure you decide properly on your life mate and if in future you do have daughters; make sure you don't repeat history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul G Khan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-7001644759615300833?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/7001644759615300833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=7001644759615300833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7001644759615300833?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/7001644759615300833?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/daughters.html' title='Daughters.'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMMQng9fSp7ImA9WxBQFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-6682295096978603662</id><published>2010-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:38:03.665-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-15T08:38:03.665-08:00</app:edited><title>Money Factor!</title><content type='html'>While on chat with my friend, we just happen to discuss marriage. His response was immediate; "It's not important, right now more important is business. It’s now or never!” I was shocked!!! For him marriage isn't an important thing, rather his business is. That put me in a state of thought; what’s really important in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As kids school is important. As we grow up grades matter. And as we pass out from college; Job is what matters. But what after that? Human being wonders out in the Jungle of Money making, forgetting his utter reason of living and his/her sole purpose of existence turns into accumulating more and more money in his/her Bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he/she accumulating that for? If you are spending16-18 hours of the day in work then what are you achieving?&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy everything; it’s a known fact. But people still run after it. Its attraction is very fatal, even the best of people fall for it. It takes a strong willed mind to resist this temptation! By creating this paper money, humans have in fact created the biggest mistake in lifetime I suppose. Many might argue on this; but quite frankly we need a change from the way life runs right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the crime of an infant if he/she is born in a poor family? I believe rights should be the same for all. No human should have extra rights just because he/she has money. Money is playing a big factor in the growth and well being of a person. From food to studies to health care and even personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even more frightening is the greed of the filthy rich to be even more richer......their share to philanthropist activities is just a fraction of their wealth and most often than not is for publicity gathering and mostly to gods to save them some tax. Do gods really require money! Rather its humans who require it. I wonder if we really are liberated!!! We still are puppets’ under the rule of MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;No one even cares to give this point a thought rather they blindly run in the race of money making; thinking it’s the right race in life. Of course they are securing theirs and their loved ones lives and preparing for their bad times but what if money itself wasn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everyone in the country was entitled to free proper meal, free health care, free education based on merit and all basic facilities free of cost. Obviously this system will require some thought, but it’s seriously possible. Where basic things can be provided for free and luxury items are what you earn for.If not the country, this can be tried in any state on a trial basis and seen. Pretty sure it will worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul G Khan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-6682295096978603662?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/6682295096978603662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=6682295096978603662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6682295096978603662?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/6682295096978603662?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-factor.html' title='Money Factor!'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQGQnk8cSp7ImA9WxBQFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-8392221749459107562</id><published>2010-01-13T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:08:43.779-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-13T12:08:43.779-08:00</app:edited><title>Change</title><content type='html'>With so much greenery around&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether the world was the same when found.&lt;br /&gt;The world underwent change slowly and steadily,&lt;br /&gt;but finally ended up being inhabitable readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is what the world has done again and again;&lt;br /&gt;making us realize that; its where there is gain.&lt;br /&gt;Change is a part of growing,&lt;br /&gt;change is where every mind stream should be flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change and growth go hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;like friend of old; getting along well even in thin sand.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever encounter change in life,&lt;br /&gt;consider this an opportunity to meet growth; the friend of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul G Khan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-8392221749459107562?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/8392221749459107562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=8392221749459107562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8392221749459107562?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/8392221749459107562?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MERHo8fip7ImA9WxBXEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572722840750513061.post-871050157926868675</id><published>2010-01-13T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:30:05.476-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-20T12:30:05.476-08:00</app:edited><title>Perfection</title><content type='html'>What’s perfect life; I question myself&lt;br /&gt;Is it a state or feeling of thyself?&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be a difficult question,&lt;br /&gt;but answering it will be a worthy mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out in my quest for this answer&lt;br /&gt;Looking around for the perfect dancer&lt;br /&gt;But nowhere have I found a person saying he/she has a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;Cribbing sometimes even for a better knife!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether perfection in life is so difficult to get&lt;br /&gt;Just then I see a toddler and understand its facts&lt;br /&gt;As toddlers we have different definition of a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;Later in life its definition undergo a sudden hype&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Perfection is a fictional state defined by the human mind him/her self&lt;br /&gt;Mostly unachievable and hence unrealistic to achieve by thyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution for this is to consider life to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Whatever good happens will be a bonus to add&lt;br /&gt;If god forbid something goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go back and just start with a different song&lt;br /&gt;But considering always that you have a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;Will make you more settled and enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparison with others is a big no no&lt;br /&gt;This is where most people fail to go solo&lt;br /&gt;It’s easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;But trying this in life will be a real fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abdul G Khan -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572722840750513061-871050157926868675?l=myrmidions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/feeds/871050157926868675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572722840750513061&amp;postID=871050157926868675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/871050157926868675?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572722840750513061/posts/default/871050157926868675?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmidions.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Abdul G Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986080067539779316</uri><email>abdulgafarkhan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10821218130239955008'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>