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This semester was the best opportunity to take what you want and think till you can. In database and software engineering I Courses, which are both 4 credit hours courses, one can take the project to its limits but of course semester was bit heavy to being over-optimistic can be very precarious specially when I have some GPA sensitive issues as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I started brainstorming for project in summers as most of time I was free during that time but couldn’t reach consensus with two opposing cerebrum of my brain. Suddenly, I came up with situation where I needed to rectify the 14 years old system of CEO of company who has been very reluctant adopting the changing and demanding technology. His DOS based application for company having revenues more than 30 Million PKR inspired to design the system. - By the way it was small error for which I was called to emend which was caused by Power Failure. Coming to point :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bingo……………!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was looking for damn. I convinced the person for need of new system though he has been hesitant to change the system that he has been running since he actually started his business but somehow agreed on term that “I will try only if I liked it.” Though this wasn’t good for us and neither it is trend of IT industry. But we have to take his words as we had no option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, my group consisting of 2 other fellows of mine, did the system analysis at his office. I was very enthusiastic about it as it was my first experience of my life, may be the first baby touch of something which will mature as my career, my profession, my passion. It was 45 minutes session which I guess went really very well apart from few juvenile hindrances done by Saim, as usual. Coming to my experience now regarding this job of System Analyst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strong listening skills&lt;/span&gt; – You must give attention to user so that he feels your commitment towards your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very and I mean very strong Communication skills&lt;/span&gt; – Sometimes you need to ask business sensitive question that you can’t put directly, thus asking in smart way is key here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It requires good interaction skills&lt;/span&gt; – this is not as communication skills, good interaction is how you deal your client technically, professionally and personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good pitfall skills&lt;/span&gt; – sometimes you got to apply some unethical thins and this is what “pitfalls” defines here. In order to arouse your client, you should know how to tell one thing in 10 different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trust Factor&lt;/span&gt; – The best thing you can get from client is his/her trust on you and your organization and that’s what we lacked as we were 21 years kids trying to do the job of big sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good PR (Personal Relations)&lt;/span&gt; – If you have this, damn you have one the most important thing to be successful System Analyst as this project is the best example of how PR can make your life easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knows how to make Opportunity&lt;/span&gt; – If one has only this thing in his bag, I guess he has almost everything to be good System Analyst and Project Manager. A good system analyst must know how to make spacious room for project even though there is no need of it. See, this is business with very sensitive profession as well. He shouldn’t never ask “where is the opportunity, directive or Problem?” but if there isn’t any then make one that’s what you are here. If there isn’t any problem to solve then show the situation in problematic way, if there isn’t opportunity then create one. I know it sounds unprofessional, unethical and unprincipled but if one knows these skills then it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what lies ahead for me. But I am seeing myself growing in this profession. I hope I will get the right path to groom myself.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah as far as this project is concerned, the best thing about our client he has no time issue so we can submit when we are ready. So this thing has reduced our burden and hopefully he will successfully deliver this project with end-to-end solution. Of course, I also would like to take the opportunity to thanks our project supervisor Sir Ubaid Aftab Chawla who is helping us in every thick and thin situation. And I hope we will be able to fulfill his all optimistic hopes that he has from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Thinking what it is this? Damn, It is Pakistan’s first IPTV (Internet Protocol Television). I hope you are aware of this thing, if not then I am here for you:&lt;br /&gt;First of all, beginning with IPTV simply means transferring of Audio and Video data over internet. You can watch TV on computer, TV set (through set-top box) or even cell phone. It revolutionizes the world of television which we have been using it since our birth. May be this is new for Pakistan but it is quite prevalent in USA. Indeed, Indian market is already facing immense competition (Dish TV, TATA Sky and now Reliance) with marketing involvement of brand ambassadors like of stars like Shah Rukh Khan (for Dish TV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically speaking IPTV majorly includes:&lt;br /&gt;•    On Demand Video Service&lt;br /&gt;•    High-Definition TV&lt;br /&gt;•    Pay-Per View&lt;br /&gt;•    Paying of channels that you want to watch&lt;br /&gt;•    Scheduling of programs according to your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is coming with DSL package at this moment thus wouldn’t be available to larger part of Population of country but hopefully PTCL (Pakistan Telecommunication Company Limited) will increase its connectivity soon. But even coming to Karachi, Most people are not opting for this because of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. PTCL’s creditability issue (destroyed by the admin before privatilization)&lt;br /&gt;   2. Unavailability of major Indian channels (Star Plus, Zee TV) because of being official Banned from Information Ministry&lt;br /&gt;   3. Discomfort ability with new technology (as it is always been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTCL’s main competitor is not World Call which is also offering cable tv with its internet service but local cable operators who are covering the 97% of market with their cheap service. Thus PTCL has to majorly focus on local cable operators who are providing all channels (even banned one) with effective customer support as they don’t have big network to cover up.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to forward in this regard is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Official Un-banning of Indian channels or making sure strictly it is strictly followed by cable operators as  well.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Improving their credibility with the help of focused marketing&lt;br /&gt;   3. Proper awareness of advance features of Smart TV as they have been lacking the proper marketing strategy so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, IPTV is the future of television in Pakistan and already PTCL has taken first step to make sure that future belongs to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    For me It’s not bad to use monopolies until and unless it doesn’t hurt customers or general public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But today’s situations again brought me to the point where I am unable to hold my nerve. Even I haven’t read my favorite editorial for more than a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, the long march was being taken place in all over the country. This long march was for the freedom that people of Pakistan want and deserve for last sixty years, for the expression of their frustration that they buried under their hearts for last 6 decades, for the bringing the revolution for which I always write and dream about. The long march has given me the hope of bright future of Pakistan. This long march has promised to change the trends that have been followed since the creation of Pakistan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This long march which initially seems to be for the re-instantiation of deposed Supreme Court judges has awakened this dormant nation which seems to loosing its hope freedom and justice. Long march started from Karachi destined to parliament in Islamabad. Every day and with every step people were joining them and flowing to support them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At last when they reached Liaquat Bagh, Islamabad - the same place where Late Benazir Bhutto lost her life - after the revolutionizing journey of the nation, the crowd was roaring, the voice which can be heard through out this country, like never before in its history. It was history in making since I have never seen any one talking like this about the running president of Pakistan in his face. I appreciate and salute the courage, patient and struggle of our judges and lawyers who have continued this war of nation without firing any bullet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This struggle has become more than the re-instantiation of judges now, it’s about the struggle of 160 hopeless poor people whose wishes has been buried by their every ruler that came to rule them, it’s about the faith in judicial system of Pakistan which has lost its creditability in eyes of those for whom it works. No matter what will be outcome of this war but people of Pakistan has proved that they are not dead nation, they can and will fight for their rights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;My view point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What I see is different thing now, I don’t see Mushraff being overthrown by the 2/3 majority of parliament because if PPP wanted to do this they must have done that by now. They want a working relationship with him which is in favor of Pakistanis on short term as the economy and external threats are quite graver this time. But on long term, the overthrowing will make the history as this has never happened before and will set the new trend of positive politics. May be new government will break-up with this but I am sure they will again come in the power with more majority. But PPP seems to be choosing the former option. The working-relationship with mushraff will be –ve message to supporters of PPP and they may loose the next election because of it as PML-N played its cards really very well by first resigning and then leading the long march. I am sure PPP would be considering this thing really very seriously but if you ask any wise person they will suggest you that PPP has chosen the right thing as new political dilemma will put this country once again in economical chaos. The progress of last seven years will be lost in months. But thinking politically will make PPP to choose opposite way. Now it will be really very interesting to see how PPP will cope up with this politically and economically as well. I support ruling party’s decision to work with Pres. Mushraff as the people are more concerned about their bread and butter than the revolutions of country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Pakistan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Paindabad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Everybody cross through this phase of life where you actually have taken enough rides of life that you can sit down and review it. Today is my day, Today is 9th June ’08 and it has been whole 21 years, 10 hours, 47 minutes and 50 seconds since I have joined this world in its struggle of life. In short today is my birthday since I born on 9th June ’87 at 10 am. So happy birthday Avinash…!!!

I am neither a philosopher nor a deep-thinker but it’s just that I am reviewing my 21 years of my life that I haven’t made much difference to this world. Actually I have nothing much to write today as I have nothing to regret in my last 21 years of life. Hmmmmm….. Do I? Let me re-think again. Hmmm… so far nothing comes to my mind but it never means I haven’t done wrong anything in my life but I never mind saying sorry for anything I do wrong. Hopefully, there is no one on this planet who is hurt by me unknowingly or knowingly. If there is someone then I have just one sentence "I am sorry and now come and hug me."

Thanks to God for giving me full time loving family who is always full of fun, joy, support and purity. So Happy Birthday you lucky Boy and best of luck for your next 21 years because this time you have to write our own history instead of reading others.

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I tried my best and every moment I was trying to figure out why they are going good even though they have graver problems than ours. So whatever I am going to write is under the code of conduct of Journalism and totally Unbiased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be reviewing both the good and the bad that I noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: If anyone asks what is the best thing about India? I would say education. It’s not the quality but the system. I reviewed books not thoroughly though but at least it gave me idea what actually India wants from its future. The primary education books were of fine quality from curriculum point of view. There was a good emphasis on science education which is basically future of any era. Coming to Board system, it was divided into two; one was state board system which was not considered as the best and other one was CBSE (Central Board of Secondary Education)- the same as Federal Board over here. But there was eye-catching difference between CBSE books and State Board books and their paper-pattern as well. The best thing was there wasn’t any concept of cheating over there. Defining briefly, in CBSE studying smartly was the key factor to success rather than studying and remembering more like in board system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as University/College level education is concerned, it is almost the same everywhere in the world. The difference can be the kind of faculty available and the R&amp;D opportunities being provided or cultivated. I didn’t feel any difference between the technical education over there and here in Pakistan. The subjects were same; books being followed were same and even the course outline was the same. But the difference was there wasn’t any concept of GPA over there but percentage system except in IITs where there was GPA system. There were more colleges being affiliated to a university rather than hundreds of universities for instance, 283 engineering colleges of Tamil Nadu were affiliated with ANNA Univeristy, Chennai and almost 500 different kinds of colleges were affiliated with Bombay Univeristy. And actaully this was good but it increase harmony as students of those 283 colleges were getting the same degree and they all give the same exam unlike here where there are chain of univeristies rather affiliations. So in this way, new and good colleges will groom faster depending upon their results because the parameter for measuring the quality of education is same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another and may be the best thing about Indian Education was “Cheap”. The best education was accessible to even lower middle-class if not lower class unlike in Pakistan. Fees of even the best schools were bearable. I.e. my two cousins in Chennai pay only 15K (each) per annum when they are in the best school of the city unlike in metro cities of Pakistan where 15K is fees of one month alone (i.e. KGS, Lyceum and many more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing in education system was the trend of coaching centers. This thing is pointing to the emptiness being left by the school system i.e. in US there is barely any concept of Coaching and tuitions it’s because their schooling is so strong. I myself have gone through this phase of life, so I know how dependable coaching can make you sometimes. In Mumbai, parents were flowing here and there to get the admission of their child in the best coaching centre submitting the fees of whole 2 years together. Coaching is more of a wastage of time if one gets even moderate teacher in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also witness the side-effects of this good system. Kids were being buried with the high hopes of parents. JEE, Medical, CAT, MSCE, AIEEE, AIMS, IIT, IIM, NIIT and blah blah blah. Parents were stressing more on the degree which is hot in the market irrespective to the skills of their child. I noticed this thing almost every where. Very few schools were providing counseling though but I met one counselor, she says “Actually students are less willing to utilize us”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still this promising system was working fine for the government and the economy and that’s what has been and will be the secret of success of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This series of articles ll be continuing. I’ll be covering other good and bad aspects of India. If someone want to add or rectify something he or she is more than welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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For instance, in my university batch out of 120 students only 3 owns a blog though we are students of technology. The major reason isn’t they don’t like to write or they don’t an art to write but it is they have never enjoy writing. Even I don’t consider myself as a writer but I love and enjoy writing. I love to express as every human does but every person has different way of expressing himself. When I started blogging, I remember, it was hot sunny day; I was thinking why should I write? In technical terms, why should I blog? Truly speaking, I didn’t have any answer because I didn’t have any reason actually. My first blog “No Theory in LOVE” Theory was more or less like a joke from writing perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before moving on, I want you to know basically what is blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merriam Webster: ‘A Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia: ‘Is a website, usually maintained by an individual, with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s world, blogging has become trend of expression. Expression of freedom and I don’t mind saying that blog has been the best product of web 2.0 so far. It actually fulfills the promise web 2.0. People have started expressing their political views, technical gossips, health mania, religious dilemmas and much more. Not only do those, but even governments don’t ignore them. Take the case a Saudi blogger who was put behind the bars last year only because he wrote on US-Saudi relations which US didn’t like much. Big corporate giants and small fishes, both using the blogs as new way of marketing. Take the example of vista team, they own a blog where they put updates frequently and answer the questions of people as well. So blog is not a one-way communication only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best about blogging is, it is something which you can show your grand children, funny haan!!! It is, I know. But it is true as well. For instance it has been almost a year now since I started my blog and sometimes I go back and read to previous articles, something’s really make me laugh. I mean, Wow. But it still feels good. I am wondering how about reading this same article or blog in age of 60. Isn’t it exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to point, some one asked me recently “what you get from blogging?” I replied ‘start blogging first’. Really, there is no answer to a question when it comes to expressing your emotions and feelings. I love blogging especially when I feel stressed. It makes me feel relax. Sometimes I reply to this question, ‘I don’t want a girl friend that’s why I blog’…Sounds strange haan - An stupid answer to an stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of advantages of blogging; prominently it inspires you to read. When I started blogging, I not only start thinking about my next article but I also started visiting many blogs and I really read a lot after that. Secondly, it improves your writing skills exponentially and the best thing is even you don’t notice it. In the first few months of blogging, there were few visitors on my blog even some harsh days makes the counter zero. I feel disappointed but now my blog has enough visitors which really push me to write more and more. Thank you all. After this journey of a year, I noticed there is a good way to raise blog readers that is “Tags”. The better your tags are the better the trap is and yeah pictures as well. Understanding the Google’s image searching algorithm, which functions mostly on text even when you are looking for a picture, this thing helps you as well because I tried it and I become quite successful in it. For instance, the header picture of eyes present on my blog, I renamed it to beautiful picture believe me alone on this I used to get on average 30 visitors daily using Google’s image searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blogging is bit a tough nut to crack in the beginning same as like opening any new business. It teaches you to be patient. And yeah last but not least it grows your friendship circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was last week only when I was going to my friend Neeraj on smooth road driving at speed of &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;60 Km/H where I couldn’t see any car or traffic thus my mood was accelerating. Suddenly I saw a bike coming in op&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/388998734_fc174b2bb1.jpg?v=0" alt="this city life would have eaten me" /&gt;posite direction and there was more than enough space for it but actually It was block taxi whose 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; head light was off thus in darkness I assumed that it is bike or something. But at distance of micrometer and I really don’t know how I realized that it is a car and we are about to collide and most importantly my feet was on accelerator and I had crossed 80 Km/H. At that spark, I closed my eyes turned my steering robustly to other side and how on earth, I am wondering, I am still alive.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wouldn’t say it was taxi driver’s fault but it wasn’t mine as well. This incident made me realize something which I never experienced before. It was more adrenaline than love, it was more painful than a break-up and it is memorable than your first girl friend.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stopped the car on side way but taxi flew away. I don’t know did he even realize what happened or what was about to happen to both of us. It seems on that spark something happened, some unknown force came into me and did this. I don’t think so otherwise I would have been here doing blogging. What ever that something was, it must have been with will of my Lord. I thanked God on next moment I realized that I am still alive otherwise that collision would have torn us apart. And I am still thanking him. That pain-taking scene is still in my mind, those horrifying moments still terrorizes me sometimes and actually this terrible incident of my life where I was ready to leave the life has taught me the lesson that we are here to die but before that we have a life to live. I called my family and said “I Love You” though I haven’t told them yet about this incident because they will never allow me to drive again which I can’t afford. Sorry mom, Sorry papa.&lt;/p&gt;
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I spent almost two days over there where I tried to sneeze in the city where 6.5 million people travel through local trains and they know 5 of them will die today because of these local trains but they still travel in it, The city which never stops moving whether it is 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July, ’05 when record 946 mm rain fall and city was about to be drown, the city which is full of superstitious (in terms of religion) people, the city where every person living there whether it is small &lt;em&gt;kholi&lt;/em&gt; or big bungalow dreams about becoming the richest in days, the city where you’ll find the small temples under every other tree like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/dsc04559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-53" src="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/dsc04559.jpg?w=300" alt="Temple Under a tree" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mumbai has better infrastructure than the other cities where I went including Hyderabad and Chennai but not better than Nagpur. But Mumbai isn't what we assume by watching Bollywood movies. It was a totally flip indeed. I remember the moment when my flight was about to land at Mumbai’s local airport (Santa Cruz) while returning from Chennai and almost for five minutes from the air I could see the worst slums of this world may be. Those pictures were so drastically painful that the person seeing that for first time will not be able to hold himself from tearing. The worst problem of Mumbai was Traffic. It was in incredibly bad situation. Roads were far narrower than what we have in Karachi. There were far less flyovers and there was any concept of under-passes. Comparing Mumbai with Karachi, being unbiased I believe Mumbai is no where nearer to it except that Mumbai has better and bigger shopping malls, the glamor was good and of course, Mumbai’s night life rocks. Mumbai is nice place to visit and Karachi isn’t. But coming to a common man, I believe that a common man doesn’t need the night life nor he needs the glamour or huge shopping malls but a less stressful and easy life. The common man has to struggle far more than what a karachite has to do over here even though the population is almost the same of two cities (160 million). Karachite has far luxurious life than a mumbian. But unlike Karachi, There was a treand of big Buildings though not skyscrapers but if you compare those with karachi ones definitly those were skyscrapers. 30-Story Buildings were quite common over there and prices were sky-rocketing. In Worli, one square feet cost around 60K INR means 1000 square feet flat will make upto 60 million INR where the same flat even in most expensive area of Karachi (Lets say, Zamzama or Phase-VIII) will not exceed 30 Million PKR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/dsc04548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-54" src="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/dsc04548.jpg?w=300" alt="The best and Biggest Mall in town" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/dsc04568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-55" src="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/dsc04568.jpg?w=225" alt="Mumbai\'s building" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/dsc04524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-57" src="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/dsc04524.jpg?w=300" alt="Atria mall mumbai" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another interesting and new thing that I noticed over there was the presence of small temples almost after every other signal. It was good of course but the reason behind that undoubtedly wrong (Why?... wait for my another blog). I also visited the famous Sidhividhaik temple where I had a very strange experience. A business person also came to visit there while I was in queue and about to enter the main temple. Few temple caretakers intervened and asked every one to go out and wait at main gate so that those business logos can offer their own prayers while others watching them. “What the hell is this?” I thought. It seems like people were waiting there like animals throwing upon each other while the humans were offering their prayers. It felt so bad that I had never experienced before and hopefully I never will. I used to think that I have missed my religion a lot being in Islamic state but not this kind at least. In Pakistan, we have harmony wherever you may go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/dsc04515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-58" src="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/dsc04515.jpg?w=300" alt="Mumbai bus stop" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to shopping now, Mumbai is an awesome place to shop only if you have an ample amount of money in your pocket. It is quite expensive than Karachi when it comes to brands and even if you start considering the exchange rate, you will never able to shop anything. But there were quite a huge variety of brands than in Karachi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now coming to the Girls, hoooooooo... I feel really bad about mumbai boyzzz... even I spent the majority of time in Porche areas of mumbai but i don't remember even a single face for which I could say 'Not bad'. Everything was artificial unlike Karachi where you find the pretty faces after one an other. So  Hats off to Karachi Girlzzzz. And one more thing I want to add, I hardly find any girl wearing skirts or anything like that though i found two or three, so what people assume over here for Mumbai is something which is still a long way a head even for them. The atmosphere for women wasn't secure at all. Women don't feel secure going out in their cars after 9 or 10 pm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Overall, If God asks me to choose between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Karachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and Mumbai; I would have chosen Mumbai before this visit but not now. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a true story of a woman who has touched the soft corner of my heart with her arguments and inferiority complexes. The thing which gives confidence and become the cause of superiority complex in woman’s life is actually her problem. The most blissful thing is the curse for her. Even being so lucky in eyes of others she finds herself the unluckiest on this planet.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are still wondering what I am talking about then here is the answer. I am talking about a girl who is may be the one of the most beautiful that I have ever met. After first meeting, everyone has only one thing to say for her “WOW”. And that’s what her problem is. Blessing for others has become the curse of her life. Even being the fortunate she finds herself star-crossed. She cries for becoming a woman that no woman wants to be (I am sure you are still confused).&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being beautiful is not always good. And I have learnt that from her. She feels frustrated by getting the undeserving special care of people only because she is striking. She gets angry when she gets everything so easily without making any effort because people give her more priority than what she justifies. She feels ill-fated when she doubts every guy tolling her for friendship. She feels puzzled when the whole world approaches her like she is princess instead of common girl like others. She feels lonely when she sees no true friend on her side when she needed most. She finds herself in dilemma when she wanted to strive and live in the way whole world lives instead of being pampered. And whenever she feels that she questions her God ‘&lt;em&gt;why I am beautiful?’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am confused and unable to decide if she is really an unlucky folk.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- This is also a reply to an article published in Online 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kill me but make me beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;by Lubna Shahid. It took a year to answer that but finally I have found a true story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to dedicate this article to every woman on this planet who has questioned herself that why I am not beautiful as only 3% of woman on earth considers themselves as beautiful (Royal Society survey, ’06).&lt;/p&gt;
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This question pops up in my mind when I see, the people chosen by them, actually robbing them and again common man start complaining about their choice. Democracy has become the buzz word nowadays. Practically, it's not what I have read about it and neither it's what I have experienced about it and nor it's what I feel about.Considering the ideal situation in democracy, is the rule of people. But what will be the use of this democracy when the people doesn't know what the rule is and most importantly what is the responsibility of this so-called "rule". Rule doesn't simply mean power. But it is the puzzle, a jigsaw which is yet to be solved by the people of Pakistan. I remember when I was a kid and used to solve puzzle games, my papa always explained me the rules of the game but never help me solve it. But what happened over here is there is no one to explain the rules of game it is because there is no one who in reality understands the game (democracy). I don't want to murmur around today and open up the books of history. The thing that is nudging me around today is that we are still away from the so-called the platform of democracy. Our journey may be and I mean just may be has just begun towards the system of "people".Now let see what are the system requirements to install the Windows of Democracy on our hard drives?&lt;img src="http://avinashbhojwani.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/031508-1652-understandi21.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is the fundamental requirement of this system for understanding and implementing, which are co-related things, the rule of people. Our people have to be enough conscientious to take the burden of system. Having an elite community doesn't mean a elite group of people who become the representative of masses but the masses themselves who chooses their representatives. We have to integrate education in such a way that the next generation wouldn't have any other choice other than to follow the path towards our destination (Democracy). If we even see the statistics, the majority of votes were casted by illiterate. One of my closed friend who is also a toper in our college said me I didn't register myself for voting because I don't want to part of this corrupted system. Everyone is there to criticize the system which is the easiest job to do on this planet but no one is daring to enter in lion's mouth to revolutionize it. But before I go on further I would like to define education as well because it has become a topic of debate in today's society. Education is being taken as &lt;em&gt;the source of income&lt;/em&gt; nowadays rather than a tool to socialize people, a weapon to fight against every evil thing and a best possible solution of every previous unsolved (or solved) problem. Nowadays, people are asking about the value of fields or their careers rather than their skills, talent or interest. For me, if a person having hundreds of master degrees is not an educated (which is very broad word) till he become a +ve aspect of society. An aspect which some how contributes to make this world more inhabitable, more loveable and most importantly more peaceful. Therefore, we are still far far and far away from being an educated society. We have to change the ways of approaching the word &lt;em&gt;education&lt;/em&gt;. There is a lot of room to improve and to work upon and may be in that process we may have to compromise at some stage of our life. And believe me that compromise will work as a seed which will result in fruitful tree to coming generations.&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judiciary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is another vital institution without which not only democracy can work but no nation can progress even an inch. Judiciary doesn't mean a set of courts or law only. It is trust that a common man has in system of which he considers himself as a part of. It is that part of system which gives the power to a common man. The power which actually makes him to feel the &lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt;. The power which actually makes him intrepid of any evil thing. The power which actually makes him more responsible because it is well-said by some one &lt;em&gt;with great power you have the great responsibility. And&lt;/em&gt; adding further, the power which actually makes him to love his country. Unfortunately, the people of Pakistan never realized the &lt;em&gt;power &lt;/em&gt;of this power but it is well said by William Shakespeare that &lt;em&gt;there is never too late. &lt;/em&gt;I hope this current wave of struggle will make every Pakistani more proud, more responsible and more powerful.&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll continue this article in its second part but before that I would like you to comment on this. What you think of this?&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I decided to spend my rest of vacations in my home town, ghotki. Even though I have spent 12 years of my life over there that makes 60% of my total lifetime but this time I decided to live or see ghotki in different way, the way I never seen it before. This time I left my principles and my brain at home; so therefore no science, no psychology and no technology as well. Another thing, I promised to do was “I wouldn’t read anything.” and plus “I wouldn’t think about the time or the next moment.” That also means no books and not even newspaper; Even though it seemed impossible for me. Writing this blog on the last day of trip isn’t my intention at all but I just can’t curb myself. Though I haven’t broken my promise yet as it was for “Reading” not for “Writing” so I can write what ever I can. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was like living in a way that I had never experimented nor experienced before. Otherwise in those 12 years, all I used to do was computers, studies and friends. I wasn’t allowed to go out late in night nor visiting the farther places as environment isn’t as safe as it used to be in Karachi or in metro cities. Ghotki is a small town which is second most revenue generating district of the state after Karachi. People are quite business minded. Women have quite independence comparing other towns; they can go out for shopping on their own as there is a huge “ladies market”. It is also full of Hindus which ultimately gives more religious independence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now coming to a week long journey, I noticed something in that journey which I never did before. It may be because that living in metro city for last two years I have seen the different faces of life, some were stressful, some were sad and some wicked. But what I haven’t seen there is the true happiness and consensus with what they have. Everyone there, used to rush here or there to fulfill some materialistic desires for which even they know that this game is not going to end anywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to a common Ghotkian, the thing I loved most about the people there was &lt;i&gt;they don’t know what time is; they really don’t care how we are spending the time; they just live the day as it comes.&lt;/i&gt; Wow. I wish I could have that tension free and un-materialistic life (though not even spiritual). Simple, decent, loveable and most importantly &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; is what describes them the best. Someone said it right “Success is best described by how much happy and satisfied you are from your life.” And that’s why I call those people successful in their life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An incident which I’ll never forget in my life was that three people were setting side-by-side in corner of a very narrow street enjoying the warmness of fire on very cold evening. They were discussing the current world affairs; while discussing everyone agreed whatever the other person says even though none was right. They made their own statistics figures and surprisingly even history. But in last, after spending the hours which even I didn’t notice; they were all happy and ready to live another day. What they’ll do? Even they didn’t know nor do they care about. I personally learnt a lot from that incident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It isn’t the story of three people but it is the story of every common man living there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another place which I loved most and hadn’t seen before was &lt;i&gt;Chana ki chae (tea).&lt;/i&gt; It was dhabha and very famous tea spot at national highway, 5 kms from Ghotki city. On other side, it was surrounded by green, beautiful and long farms, birds were sitting on the farms and farmers trying to keep them away, indeed every picture was a story itself; The story of nature. Me with my few friends used to go there daily in morning and spent hours and hours, indifferent to time, enjoying the cold weather with sunny sunshine and even sometimes cloudy. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like tea but as I said I kept my brain at home so therefore no rules. Those who know me, may be wouldn’t believe that I, Avinash Bhojwani, used to took 4 cups of tea in space of few hours but it is true. People coming there sit and discuss different things from politics to business with different point of views but the best thing was they discuss, they laugh and they leave with all those standpoints &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. They never take home anything to think about; so next day, same people, same topics, same views and same life and yeah same tea. I was feeling that they aren’t revolving around life but they make life to dance around them and may be that is the secret behind their happiness. Surprisingly, most of the people coming there even didn’t have watch. And I was thinking why they should have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was thinking what they want from their life? What they used to dream? I still don’t have the exact answer but it could be they want to see themselves riding a bike or it can be they want a tractor so that their life becomes easy as most of the people coming there were farmers or the same as mine that their children going to school to educate society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then a sudden thought came in my mind that &lt;i&gt;even they are human beings like me&lt;/i&gt;. When they are so happy even after not having a inch of what I have then why shouldn’t I be? My disheartened mood faded away and sudden real smile emerged. These vacations were the happiest and funniest that I ever had. It may be because I even didn’t see my watch for whole week. But I know I have to put it back on my wrist soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;This article was written a day before i got the visa. 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She has given us the legacy to live with, the legacy which is going to live in hearts of people for a generation to come, the legacy which is going to walk with history to make future, the legacy which has made us to rethink, the legacy which is giving us a hint of a future tsunami. Not only that, but also she has left us with political vacuum that everyone is talking about. This charismatic, dynamic, charming and queens-English speaking woman has left us with some alarming questions which should be answered in the same way that they are being asked by us.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was the only enough bold leader to talk about the extremism and terrorism in heart of their places. They knew that she is going to allow NATO forces to attack Pakistan’s territories which even give them a starting point of their campaign and may be to produce the suicide bombers against her. The inherited principles that I am pointing to, may be aren’t her own, one can say even those are the principles are of her father that she was carrying since she has joined the politics. But with the time the new challenges have emerged for Pakistan, Pakistan isn’t the same as it was in ‘70s or ‘80s. Pakistani people even didn’t know the word “terrorism” by that time nor do the world. Today’s problem is not the economy as it is used to be but today’s gravest threat is the Islamic extremist forces that are trying to take control of this nation and its nuclear assets. Benazir was the threat to them because she was a modern woman and even more pro-American than Musharraf, maligning their (extremists) aims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One has to accept that she made her own personality with the time and proved herself a good politician (if, may be not a good leader) especially during her self-exiled period of 8 years. The way she made her path to Pakistan by drilling a loop hole in Islamabad through Washington is really admiring. That shows how much she learnt after two over-thrown governments. She came to Pakistan with old slogan but the new vision and new solutions for the new problems. She showed the people a hope of democracy, a hope which evens her father couldn’t fulfill. Like her father, she was very good orator, she knew how to stir up the adrenaline drive in people and most importantly to make the vote bank, which is an art which very few politician possess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But people, following her assassination, were totally contradictory to her principles and vision. She lost her life which of course should and did activated the sympathetic nervous system of the general public but what they did with that consciousness, they burnt the property of Rs.300 billion of their own in riots. I mean 300 billion is equal to 10 times of total annual educational budget or 12 times of total health budget or total annual foreign direct investment or even more than total defense budget. Was Benazir was fighting for this? Did Benazir lost her life for this? Was Benazir wanted to be remembered like this? May be those people feel that they have honored the Bhutto by doing this but I believe they have done contradictory to what they believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still she, as a leader, has left us with vacuum (political as well as social) which I don’t see being filled by anyone, in this election at least, having even inch of her capabilities. We lost a leader after which we have nothing except to pray that whoever comes in market prosper our nation and that’s what Benazir Bhutto wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Kitne Bhutto maroge her ghar se Bhutto niklega.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It was October 1951 when our first Prime Minister Liaquat Ali was assassinated in company lawn which was later named as “Liaquat Bagh” after that horrific event. The history has repeated itself but this time it is the Benazir Bhutto, a Harvard graduate, the two times prime minister of Pakistan, the very first lady in Muslim world to lead an Islamic country. I am wondering is this inception of something which I always dreamed off for Pakistan. I hope it is because if it didn’t happen then this history is going to repeat again and again. We have got the chance after the whole 30 years when Benazir’s father Zulfikhar Ali Bhutto was hanged and no one came on the street. The well-played game by US’s President Carter when he wrote him letter on the reaction of struggle incepted by Late Mr. Bhutto for making Pakistan a nuclear state in which Mr. Carter said that “We’ll teach you a lesson out of it.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;May be the Benazir Bhutto wasn’t the successful leader in her terms whatever the conditions were. But the purpose she was (is) supposing to fight is noble. And even after her sacrifice of life the problem persists. What we have got something new from her sacrifice is the emotional consciousness which has been the secret of today’s world powers. The fire she has lightened up in our hearts shouldn’t fade away before we eliminate the sword hanging over on existence of Pakistan. I wouldn’t mind if someone is calling that sword as &lt;i&gt;Firebrand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;But I am thinking what the difference between today and 1978 then? Common man is still the same as it was on that time. Even during these 30 years we have become more habitual to injustice and corruption. It has become like the part of our daily life. We have accepted that as the part of our constitution, the law or I should say the system. Then how can I accept the something different from the very same thing. I hope and I’ll pray that my projections prove wrong this time. When we have forgotten our rights then how can we are going to fight for them. We, as a nation, lack the very basic fundamental which make a nation “a nation”. And that is “consciousness”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;As I always said before no “one man” can improve condition of the 160 million. The every person has to take their own responsibility. It is going to happen when we’ll start thinking out of the box and above our own favors. Every revolution requires sacrifice and that’s what Benazir has done and now the rest is our responsibility.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Today’s atrocious and barbaric event is reminding me both the 1951 and ’78 because it is the same liaquat bagh and may be not the same as a person but at least the same Bhutto. In above paragraph I looked on what we lack generally but it never means we don’t have anything on which basis I can say we can bring the revolt, the uprising that should have come earlier. &lt;i&gt;We have the power and will of fixing the things up&lt;/i&gt;. I believe these are more than enough to even get what we lack and to get what is ours? All we need is the realization that how much difference we can make even without firing a single bullet and jeopardizing the single life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;A salute to the woman who is going to live in history forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I really don’t know what to write and for what to write. But I want to write that’s why I am writing. Do I really need a reason or issue to write for? This piece is for my self. I mean for myself. I really don’t know what I am writing. I am just writing what is coming in my mind even this line. Hmm…….. what else… what else… what else…? Yeah today I had diarrhea, two projects pending, submission and demo of projects on Friday, praying for visa. I don’t know what will happen? I want to celebrate New Year eve in Mumbai with my cousins but don’t have an idea I’ll get the visa or not. Never mind my papa tried a lot and during this process of trial I realize that how much my family cares about me. My brother went to Islamabad for my visa. My mom always soothes me that “don’t worry we’ll be in India by this time”. It doesn’t matter I go to India or not now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I love you my family and I know they love me more than I do to them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Believe me I even don’t know what I have written. I just put my mind on the page. And actually I am feeling better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, its elections where false promises will be made and common man will again believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, its elections where the last prime minister has not been issued any ticket to contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, its elections where the people with corruption cases are dreaming of becoming the prime minister again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, its elections where a person who doesn’t know how to write will win with master’s degree in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="border-right:medium none;border-top:medium none;border-left:medium none;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;padding:0 0 1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, its elections where out of 70 million eligible voters only 19.87 million are registered for voting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-right:medium none;border-top:medium none;border-left:medium none;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;padding:0 0 1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Wow, it is still called free, fair and democratic elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;When will any one think that where is &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;PAKISTAN &lt;/em&gt;in all between…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There have been questions in my mind since my childhood. Why people used to pray? To whom we are praying, of course GOD, I knew? But who is that God? For what we are here in this world then? And what is our relationship with Him (God)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My family is quite religious but not strict religious. I, like every kid in any typical well-reputed Hindu family, was said this is temple and that’s where we pray. But my above questions were always in my mind. I have seen people raising and spending their whole life in temples and all. They think, they are quite close to God and they know everything. But when I asked these questions that were in my mind none was able to satisfy me. I have seen my mother, sister and cousins fasting. And I remember I have done that as well. But they really don’t know why they are doing apart from this which they say “to satisfy God and blah blah blah”. Ohhh come on….!!! &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, this isn’t just the story of my family but it is happening in almost every Hindu family. Not even in Pakistan but also in India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well coming back to my story. To find out the answers of my questions I referred to &lt;em&gt;Srimad Bhagvat Gita&lt;/em&gt;. Truly speaking there was another reason for referring it as well which I can’t reveal here. It was the inception of the Best journey which I didn’t know on that time. It was simply awesome experience. With time and advancement of mental development, I tried my best to understand it up to my level. Actually, it was &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; beginning of journey which will never end nor I want to end. I got answers of all my questions in it. I was asking the God why you have kept my unaware of this. But still thanks. Now, I have strong faith in my religion, in my GOD and in myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a minority you face lots of dilemmas and religion is one of them. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So being a minority in Pakistan we face different problems and religion speculation is the prominent one, in fact it isn’t a problem but a positive thing in one sense, Muslims usually ask whole lotta questions regarding your religion and all. Till you don’t have concrete knowledge and faith in your religion, you can’t face them. Well I remember one more thing which really encouraged me to read &lt;em&gt;Bhagvat Gita&lt;/em&gt; is the question asked by a well known religious leader of India which was in Pakistan for “Geeta Samelan”. He asked “how many books you people read in an year? I answered to myself “Woopi, let me count”. He further added, “Can’t you read one more book in your whole life time to discover yourself and your god?” I was stunned at that moment because he got a very logical point. You know what…? I got the &lt;em&gt;Bhagvat Gita&lt;/em&gt; on the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now coming to the point, what changes I have after that. I believe explaining these changes will be waste of time because one has to be feel it in order to understand it. So, why don’t you try it…!!!. Well, it would be wrong to say that I am following the path of spiritual realization. Indeed, &lt;em&gt;I am preparing myself to do follow that&lt;/em&gt;. But there are lots of changes that I have felt in myself even before the real game has begun i.e. I am far less materialistic now. My lifestyle has become quite simple and straight forward and there are other enormous changes that I have felt in myself and most importantly I have become vegetarian ( I’ll soon write another blog on it) for which I have faced and I am facing enormous problems, happily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the people in today’s world have no actual knowledge of religion. We just follow what our parents have made us to follow. We are so much involve in sense gratification that we have forgotten the actual purpose for being in this world. I am not saying what we are doing is wrong but the problem is nobody thinks what are we doing? Where we are heading for? What will we give to our next generation to conserve? The skepticism ? Hinduism isn’t at all about what people think,feel and know but it is totally different concept from the teachings that we had from our childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My basic aim behind writing this blog was to answer some people’s question and to encourage them to try it (Bhagvat Gita) once. Really, you’ll start feeling more relax and feeling better about yourself. This is a hidden gem whose value can’t be explained in words. And I am sure hardly anyone will read this blog because they wouldn’t find it important. THAT’S WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES because our priorities have been changed with the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well you try it or not. I want to thank my God and to a person who is behind one of the unrevealed reason for adopting this path. Because once one discovered it, can’t afford to loose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks God. 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avinashbhojwani.wordpress.com/files/2007/12/edited.jpg" title="edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still alive, still hoping&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I am still waiting, still listening&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want you as an inspiration&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want to dream of you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still have few &lt;em&gt;whys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still have some unanswered questions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want to live for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want to pray for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still trust you more than myself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;My heart beat still remembers you in every hit it makes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still think of you every time I smile, I cry, I succeed, I fail&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still miss you in every breath I take&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My hands still want to feel the warmth of yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want to talk to you, want to tell you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still want to say something which I have never said before&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;And I am sure you still want to hear that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;In short I still love you and that still will stay until my soul become &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;May be I still don’t know how to Express &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; but I still have the feelings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I still….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Still there are lots of &lt;em&gt;stills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;And with that I Still hope you are still the same…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dedicated to Someone special who really deserve this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It was the eve of politics in Pakistan. People were dancing, singing and hoping that finally something is on its way &lt;em&gt;may be&lt;/em&gt; to give us nothing more but at least the name of “Democracy” (The very hot word in Pakistan, today). Whatever the government says but it is true that the kind of mass movement that world witnessed on that eve has not been seen in Pakistan in last few years. Everyone preferred to sit back at home and watch others playing on their ground and their innings. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Every country has its own trends and traditions of politics. In US, there used to presidential debates well before the elections. In Japan, it is used to be smooth process when winning party nominates their candidate after winning the elections. The kind of politics we have in Pakistan can’t be compared with other nations. We can’t have systems like US and Japan but we have systems in which there used to emotional speeches, the blame game and huge rallies. This is Pakistan, my dear. The kind of volatility can be judged from the fact that our very first Prime Minister Liaquat Ali Khan was assassinated in Oct, 1951. But it never means we should change the ways of our politics.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Government’s decision to band the rallies and mass movement in name of “&lt;em&gt;Public Security”&lt;/em&gt; was very disappointing decision. It gives the message of “&lt;em&gt;mission accomplished”&lt;/em&gt; to those who were responsible for whatever happened on 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, October. It gives the message to every evil person that “&lt;em&gt;Come, terror and Rule &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pakistan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;. This decision will result even worse conditions for future of Pakistan than the twin blasts in Karachi. In true means, Rallies aren’t for the bomb blasts and killing people but to show the political consciousness of nation, emotions and needs of people. So government is not confining the rallies actually but it is constraining the voice of nation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Coming to the day, the kind horrific event took place in Karachi, when the human’s flesh can be find at pavement and main aorta of Karachi better knows as &lt;em&gt;Shahra-e-faisal, &lt;/em&gt;is nothing new for Pakistan’s history. We have seen such events before but what I haven’t seen is the change of fate of Pakistan. I hope this will be a new recipe for Pakistan’s history. 140 innocent people lost their lives, 500+ people injured, Business ceased to zero for days, Loss of billions. But it never means we go back our caves now, indeed this is time to show extremists that unity has the strength. Few nerds can’t rule the country with their own values with few blasts. We can’t allow our Pakistan to be exploited by few groups for their own aims. All people of Pakistan have to unite for this cause. It is the time for revolution from which we have go through sooner or later if we want to see the Pakistan to the place for which it was made and to make the better Pakistan for next generation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;May be I sounds bit emotional today, after all I am a proud Pakistani as well. But when I saw those sites of blood and hell, I would say it is a least reaction of what should have taken place afterward.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I salute those who were martyred for the cause of Nation. Now it’s our responsibility to carry the fire till it fires the home of those who are responsible for 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pakistan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Paindabad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Very interesting and graving political situation is in our country now. No one knows what’s going on…? Some say its deal and some says it is restoration of democracy. Give me a break…!!! Democracy in Pakistan, You must be kidding. Let me elaborate the word democracy according its name:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demos means People &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;cracy means Rule.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now tell me does the people or say the majority rules here? Or has ever done in history of Pakistan? I believe no. 32 years or martial law, 12 years of game of corruption in name of democracy by Nawaz Sharif and Benazir Bhutto who broken the country economically and sparked the disintegration of society and blah blah blah…!!! Well, I am not here to criticize the history or review the history in my own words. I am here to say Vote Vote Vote but some people ask “for whom?” I would say, one should vote for himself and integrity of his morale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The problem is People think they can’t do anything. They think, because they have never witnessed any successful mass movement of People in history of Pakistan. But it never means something which has happened in every developed nation of today’s, can’t happen here. They think because they have not realized the power of “A VOTE”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mean age of Pakistan’s 158 million population is 17 years means there are about 80 million people who are eligible to vote. But how many vote? Hardly 40 million. Shame on you Pakistani people….!!! If you don’t vote then you have no right to say something about the wrongdoings of politicians because those undeserved and ineligible people are there to decide our fate because we didn’t come out of our silent homes. We didn’t realize how easy is to bring the ease and democracy in our troubled nation. We didn’t realize “OUR SOLELY RESPONSIBILITY” being THE Pakistani. I believe those who don’t vote are bigger criminals then who sell votes. Because those who sell votes at least do something for themselves but those who don’t, do bad to themselves, their right and their identity as a Pakistani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let’s think in practical way. If there are only 40 million people who vote and let’s say common man’s life isn’t being improved that government which is being brought by 40 million votes. One also has to accept the fact that majority of those 40 million people are the negative people of our society. And those who don’t vote, are the innocent and hopeless people who always wants peace and prosperity in country. So, after this short analysis, what we can infer is that these non-voters themselves can bring the government or rather say revolution of their own choice in the country. All they need is to realize the value of their own and their vote. Enough is enough now, We have to snatch &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; ball from evil people who have been playing with it since the name of our nation appeared on world’s map. In short, we have to come out of our caves now and let’s promise with our self that “&lt;em&gt;I WILL VOTE”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way I’ll have to cover 1058 kilometers to vote and may be have to miss my studies for two days or so.&lt;/em&gt; But It’ll be very first chance in my life to vote. And I’ll use this power and fulfill my responsibility. Best of luck Pakistan for upcoming nervous days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Independence Day …. Wow… Another holiday.” These are the comments that we used to get by the today’s generation when they heard about the Independence Day. The day on which we got on our own nation, the identity, the way to live and Our home. Its not just a ordinary day nor a ordinary holiday but it is the day which reminds us our history- The subject people hates to study. It is the day to revive those memories of great heroes of nation who fought till their last breath to secure a place in world map for us. But unfortunately, Today’s 18 year old kid wants to sleep till noon on this day and send SMSs to his/her friends not to celebrate the Independence Day but to be in pipeline of trends. I wish our heroes knew about this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Problem isn’t only that today’s generation doesn’t know the true meaning and value of this day but also they don’t have any respect for our nation and heroes. The nation isn’t only just the piece of a land but it is its people who make it to call it a Nation. When its own people don’t have the respect of its own home then why would others respect it? Now the question is why is so? The answer is simple and straightforward, Humans realize the importance of things in their absence. I wish I could put every one of us in British rule for at least single day of our life to feel the difference, to feel the frustration, to feel the feelings being helpless and unjustified.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I have seen people mocking the picture of our nation’s father Quaid-e-Azam every day and night without knowing what he has done for us and our generations to come.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still cordial Happy Independence Day to The Nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Now let’s see how the today of Pakistan is reshaping in this regard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Deal-No Deal” are the words that are all around nowadays. Every person has few following common questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will Musharraf compromise for the sake of the power?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will Musharraf join the hands of exiled leaders to whom he referred as “Corrupts” in past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;If yes, then what can be the reasons behind this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why the generals of the past haven’t done that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;What will be the outcome of this in future?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The story of joining the hands of Benazir and PPP was quite a setback for me because he was going to join the hands of a leader who made her best to bankrupt the Pakistan.As I am always been in favor of Musharraf’s policies because even in dictatorship people of Pakistan have witnessed the awesome economical policies, rampant development, mega projects which only been discussed in Past but never taken action by any government and most importantly irreversible process of freedom of speech by opening up the media and giving more rights to it. One can judge the openness and activeness of media by counting the no of microphones at any political gathering. Gone were those days when we have to wait for 9 pm for listening the news at PTV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This nation of 160 million people witnessed something which was never done by any government in any aspect then who cares for democracy? It isn’t hard and fast rule that there must be democracy in country for progress but the right and consistent economical policies. Take the example of Thailand, very well developed, major tourist destination but no word of democracy. I believe that one nation doesn’t need a right form of government only but also the right government and most importantly the determined leader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s see what Musharraf has done for us:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we suppose that Musharraf started from Rs.100 of total size of GDP then today after 7 years we have GDP of Rs.156. And the total size of GDP is US $146 Billion now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Per capita income increase from $492 to $924 in just seven years. Isn’t it remarkable achievement? By the way per capita income in India is about $520 only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;FDI (foreign direct investment) increased from mere $420 million to $6 billion. Means increased by almost 1500%.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Education budget increased from 1.2% of GDP to 4% now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;HEC budget increased to Rs.28 Billion. I must say “WoW”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exports  hase risen to $16 Billion. It is also true that trade gap has been increased to $10 billion as well. But it is very natural sign of booming economy because most of the money of import was spent on import machinery and engineering goods which will encourage the exports in future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left:0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are the just major achievements by Musharraf. Now tell me who wants the democracy? Pakistan has seen the 31 years of democracy but no one has achieved even inch of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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