<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049</id><updated>2024-11-01T15:37:33.070+05:00</updated><category term="Another Good Day"/><category term="Bajaj Auto Case"/><category term="Feelings"/><category term="Get Away"/><category term="Husband"/><category term="I am Screaming inside.."/><category term="Lesson"/><category term="Love is over rated"/><category term="Mechanism of learning"/><category term="Method"/><category term="Paper fun"/><category term="Positive"/><category term="Research"/><category term="Social Loafing"/><category term="Stupid"/><category term="Thank GoD"/><category term="Training"/><category term="Yummy Chocolate Sauce"/><category term="friends"/><category term="fun truth"/><category term="happy"/><category term="me and my shopping"/><category term="my flowing mind..."/><category term="not so perfect"/><category term="sad"/><category term="strong"/><category term="work friends"/><title type='text'>bits and pieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-9085588857840765988</id><published>2022-09-24T10:29:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2022-09-24T10:29:22.212+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saadhay 14 August</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;As they say History is one man&#39;s version. Today I experienced Pakistan&#39;s history from Anwar Maqsood Sahab&#39;s perspective.. A perspective based on How he views historical facts and internalize them. How he softens the blow with witty Humor, how he questions history, how he touches the taboo with Satire, how he chooses to show himself to you. From each dialogue so carefully selected and in the flow.. An amazing piece directed by the brilliant director Dawar Mehmood with changing sequences, use of props, creating intensity with those loud noises, pulling off a Bollywood piece in Pakistan, making political satire so gullable that the audience laughed and clapped... What joyful way of telling your truth..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never have I ever experienced theater in Pakistan with artists so brave that they go beyond that wooden stage leaving their comfort zone, with props and extreme movements just to create that impact amidst audience but it just felt right. Felt like it came straight from the heart..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talent manifested through these brilliant actors, most of them stayed true to their character, out of many things to love, one is attention to detail in their gestures and movements. How the characters changed accent from a kisan to a paka lahori and then changing it to a bangali.. Just the right tone set by Mr. Winston Churchill (bata do apna naam, mujhy nhi pata) at the start It takes effort, it takes commitment and it takes patience to expose your self through theater in such a manner... A very brave and couragious attempt, just enough to nudge and create the right sort of distortion.. Well calming it down with brilliant modern day references... It had a little bit of something for everyone.. Be it culture, history, drama, satire, humor, exposure and many things, it&#39;s there, it depends on what you allow it to show you as an audience, as a community and as a collective conscious of this Society!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/9085588857840765988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2022/09/saadhay-14-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/9085588857840765988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/9085588857840765988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2022/09/saadhay-14-august.html' title='Saadhay 14 August'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-6049197765651080825</id><published>2015-05-04T10:08:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2015-05-04T10:08:37.991+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And she would
try and put on every other perfume and body spray she had with her. She would
take the latest &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.google.co.in/search?biw=1600&amp;amp;bih=713&amp;amp;q=issey+miyake&amp;amp;spell=1&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=7v1GVe_4LJXuaP_ogIAL&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQvwUoAA&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;&quot;&gt;issey miyake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
perfume her friend gave her, and would sprinkle it on herself, especially her
scarf because after every two minutes she would just sniff on it. It was
getting unbearable, she was getting irritated. It wouldn&#39;t let her rest, she
would scratch her nostrils every now and then. Uncountable breaths she took so
she could really feel the fresh air around her, but it all failed. As much as
she tried she got it even stronger. Uurrgghhhh &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Came stronger
than ever, well that’s what she always thought, it always came stronger,
stronger than before. It always made her numb. She would be performing her
daily routine, but in fact would all time be living in that fragrance. If she
could she would just pull it out of her nose. Sometimes she would think “What
would I do if it continues for days” because it has been with her for days
sometimes weeks. She could not get rid of this fragrance. Sometimes she
thought, it was in her head, and she would go online and read about it. It was
in her head, it was making her crazy, it always makes crazy all she wanted was
just for a minute to breath without it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This
fragrance would take her back in time, twelve years back. Exactly like it use
to be like this many years back. She resting her head on his chest. The chest
she use to call her own. The chest she once claimed was her’s and her’s only. The
cold shinny soft chest.. She would just sniff it.. sniff it and sniff it and
would sniff it again .. she wanted it, wanted it to stay with her forever ..
she would sniff his arms. His arms pits. She would look into his eyes and would
tell him, “I just love your aroma and I want it to stay with me forever, I just
love it “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She Loved him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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oski uljhano mai bhi ik adda thi&lt;br /&gt;
oski her uljhan oski zulfoun ki tarhan, ik ghata thi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
woh dewarain tor dyti thi, oun sy takra ker&lt;br /&gt;
osme himmat thi, aur yahi oski saza thi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
uraan ounchi thi oski, bey laag&lt;br /&gt;
musibat hi toh thi woh, nehayat bey baak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tora, phir tora, aur phir sy tora&lt;br /&gt;
khud ko samaytnay k liye&lt;br /&gt;
osne apne ko phir khud sy tora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
toot k bikharnay ka jash manaya&lt;br /&gt;
jisko woh zalim bardasht na ker paya&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Art is messy, artists even messier ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For the one who thinks, for the one who feels, for the one who observes, and for the one who love, mess is everything. Mess is where it all begins, mess is where you learn to pick up the pieces, mess is where the tears are, mess is where the fears are ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In those tears you learn to love, in these tears you learn to grow, in these tears you learn to let go..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For as clueless as you always have been, clues are not what you look for, you look for the words. Lots and lots of words, for the words repeated again and again can bring back the trust which was once lost because of the actions. Words will break the walls, walls so high you can&#39;t see past them. Walls so fragile you cant even touch them, walls so strong you cant even knock them...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are beginning again.. you are building again the stairs. Stairs so you can climb the walls, step on them, watch the view from the high .. view is very different from the top. The good part is she is not scared of the heights, she has jumped already from a mountain.. she will stand tall on the wall to enjoy the light fountain ,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Feet on the ground, heart in the air, dreams in the sky, tears in the eyes, she has begun to live the life..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For what it&#39;s worth.. She is the Art ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What may seem like a serious business to one, may not hold
any importance to the other at all. The whole idea of our being is being
related to our self. I am here in a training, I have 34 trainees, and I have
made them realize that they work they are going to do is going to bring in
wonders in their lives. I have infused in them the corporate knowledge, the
business need for doing something which is beyond their personalities but yet
it is going to benefit them. I find all my trainees very innocent, and eager.
The calls they are going to take are going to be an addition to the overall benefit
of the company. I can see so many of these trainees here have absolutely no
interest in this job, they are here, just because they have some responsibilities,
or some expectations to meet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What may seem like a serious business to one, may not hold
any importance to the other at all. The whole idea of our being is being
related to our self. I am here in a training, I have 34 trainees, and I have
made them realize that they work they are going to do is going to bring in
wonders in their lives. I have infused in them the corporate knowledge, the
business need for doing something which is beyond their personalities but yet
it is going to benefit them. I find all my trainees very innocent, and eager.
The calls they are going to take are going to be an addition to the overall benefit
of the company. I can see so many of these trainees here have absolutely no
interest in this job, they are here, just because they have some responsibilities,
or some expectations to meet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She was about 5 feet and 4 inches tall, with a body shaped as a pear. Sometimes she thought she was becoming an apple, bulging out from all side. With this height of her&#39;s even the slightest weight would look as if she had put on a lot of pounds, but these were all self defying thoughts. She had actually put on a lot of weight. Sometimes she would recall her perfect figure a few years back, before she got married. Back then she would go on frequent diets, stopping herself from consuming any fried, carbs laden food, or fizzy drinks, try different &amp;nbsp;now she doesn&#39;t know when to stop eating or even care about what she&#39;s eating. After her marriage she even tried to maintain her perfect body, try to watch what she was eating. Trying to go on frequent diets off and on, but not as strict and not as off and on as she used to. Her face was now pale, without any makeup she would look a lot older than her age. Dark spots on her forehead, and chin, she didn&#39;t know from where they appeared, and became a part of her face, she would try to use some home remedies to get rid of them, but that too so seldom. That was just to remind herself that she still cared for self, her beauty, her image. Her hair so dry, lean, full of split ends, she didn&#39;t have anytime left now to apply egg, oil and yogurt mixture, which was a must a few years back. Her feet dry, hands dry, chipped nails, legs tired. Her clothes so loose that they could be used as curtains. Once the stylish chick she was, now turned into a practical, smart, witty, house wife with two children, two boys, whom she loved and adored. Most of her time was spent cooking, cleaning, taking care of her kids, her husband, every now and then she would help her mother in law in get out of her insane mental patches just by supporting her and listening to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She would occasionally get online to check What was happening in the outside world, by connecting with friends and family through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Running errands from Morning till night, she had accepted it all, she never complained that she didn&#39;t have enough, not regretting even a single moment of her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Despite of all the troubles she had in her life, there was one thing she always had on her self, which was better than any makeup any cosmetic product and any piece of cloth, It was her attitude. Her smile, she had it on her like a sparkling gem, better than a glittery piece of jewelry. The attitude with subdued calmness and understanding. Confident as ever that every thing was under control. When she was around, everything would be taken care. and She had the power the nerve to create everything from nothing, just by putting her heart and mind into it. Such was her aura, it was there before she got married, and it continued to be polished after that. It got better and better with time..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;tu parh apniyan namazan.. mai keraan apne sajday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;&quot;&gt;rab koi sada wakhra na.. hisab tay saday wakhray..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;background: white; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 17.15pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;We connect with people, with materialistic things, with animals,
with our surroundings, where ever we go, we have the strong need of belonging
to someone or something. As i have connected with my work colleagues and from
colleagues to friends. Using the Mediums of Whatsapp, facebook and office Lync
we communicate, we share, we praise each other, like each other. At times we
disagree, and might even argue about different things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 17.15pt; outline: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;The thought of writing this blog came into my mind,
when we were coming upstairs after having lunch in the office from cafe. Every
one with their story, with their realities, with their sorrows, worries,
dreams. And yet they are all living with it, all smiling, laughing. They all
get up in the morning, get dressed, come to work and then we all connect. Connect
through our souls, the souls which are pretty, which are pure, beautiful and
above all strong. And i am proud to hangout and share myself with people who
are proud of them selves, and who are going on with what life has given them,
and yet they spread beauty and smile all along. We the bunch of girls .. are
Living ! and we celebrate it each day with each other…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Luminosity&lt;br /&gt;
Performance Art&lt;br /&gt;
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What pisses me off is the Inefficiency and the inability of instructors to prepare a strategy and style of a class. How can a Business school teacher, expect to get away with future and investment of so many students. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/2583741685870605063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/inefficient-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/2583741685870605063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/2583741685870605063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/inefficient-teachers.html' title='Inefficient teachers'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-3411052423454947095</id><published>2011-08-13T00:20:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:22:33.541+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing a Research Project</title><content type='html'>Difficulty in choosing, collect the problem &lt;div&gt;we are unable to see the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to see the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what affects our ability to see the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who should we talk to in order to find a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at times when you are in to the thing, it is hard for you to see the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are a part of the team, you don&#39;t really see that, there is a problem with that team, since you tend to accept it, as it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/3411052423454947095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/choosing-research-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/3411052423454947095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/3411052423454947095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/choosing-research-project.html' title='Choosing a Research Project'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-7515695643123201582</id><published>2011-08-12T08:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:31:08.297+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Another Good Day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Training"/><title type='text'>First Day After a Month</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day at office after a full month of sick leaves after my Knee surgery. I scheduled a training 5 days earlier, so that at the first day i will have something to do. Office started at 8 am (Ramzan Time) and Training started at 9Am. I prepared myself and did the housekeeping for an hour, and took a fresh start at 9. I had only 3 participants, it was fun, learning. Basically the training was for future trainers, it was the theory of Making a Training Module. I allowed the participants to train me, instead of me training them. This provided an on the hands application of the theory that they had already studied. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished the training at 1 Pm, and returned to my desk. Had to schedule a few sessions, and attendance uploading. I felt great about the day, though i thought that i might feel odd after a month, but i actually enjoyed it. I hope this feeling continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to make a commitment to myself that i Shall Stay focused only on my work, and not let others distract me. Put my heart into it, and fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today its the 2nd day&lt;/b&gt;. Its a Friday, Half day. Going great so far. Got a good research idea. lets see which topic i end up doing my research on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/7515695643123201582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-after-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7515695643123201582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7515695643123201582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-after-month.html' title='First Day After a Month'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-7302284600683912969</id><published>2011-08-09T05:22:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:24:16.924+05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about giving myself a 30 day Photography Challenge. I think i should start with a Still Life Object Challenge first. Let&#39;s See how it goes. I will Post all the pics on my FB. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/7302284600683912969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7302284600683912969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7302284600683912969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-5791014101927189183</id><published>2011-08-09T04:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:12:37.973+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bajaj Auto Case"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Method"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Research"/><title type='text'>Humara Bajaj</title><content type='html'>So Finally i am Done with the Bajaj Auto Limited Case Study, It wasn&#39;t that long, i guess i was procrastinating. I&#39;m quiet impressed i was actually able to pull through a quiet decent analysis. I ripped it off right. I was able to do that, because i read the case about 5 times. Improving every time. The first time was just to get an idea of what was going on, and highlighted the apparent &lt;b&gt;Facts and the Issues&lt;/b&gt; in the Case. Second time was to Understand the Figures, and improve further on the facts. &lt;div&gt;Third time was to figure out, which Strategic Models i could use to Solve the case, and also to Calculate the Ratio&#39;s, from the available data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth was to track the Core Problem, and Fifth was to find a Solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searched from a couple of website for Indian Economy in 1999, as i used the economic review to support my recommendations. So all in all it was good and i am happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i Have to prepare for the Research Methodology Mid Term Exam, That i have on Saturday. So i have 4 Chapters to Go though and Have to Search and read 5 Research Papers to find my own research. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to research on the philosophical Subject, but that i guess won&#39;t do. So i Need to find myself a pretty lighter subject to work with. My Area of interest is Organization Development and Human Resource Development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Topic Which i Presented initially was, the Return On Investment on Organizational Development Practices in the Telecom Sector of Pakistan. I have to do a little bit more research on the Organization Development Functions -HUNH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD knows what am i going to do with my project. I have no clue of how to go about it. I need to think more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/5791014101927189183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/humara-bajaj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5791014101927189183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5791014101927189183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/humara-bajaj.html' title='Humara Bajaj'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-1845584701117461390</id><published>2011-08-08T15:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:12:00.375+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>I miss her more than anything else in the world, i feel like crying.. and i am doing what i feel like..&lt;div&gt;Watching Grey&#39;s Anatomy along with. As Eid is coming up, i was thinking what gifts should i give to the family? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a long list of the family members, my family, extended family, my sister, her adorable kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides everything i need to get a compact face powder for myself. And i need to give my clothes to my tailor for stitching before its eid, or i will have to buy a ready made dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/1845584701117461390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/1845584701117461390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/1845584701117461390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-8397587153880348890</id><published>2011-08-06T23:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2014-11-21T16:44:13.637+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haan !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Today it was a celebration going on in their house, the ceremony is called &quot;Haan&quot; - means accepting .. and it was accepted, she is very happy, she will soon be getting married to a very nice guy, well educated, whom she has met once... criteria of Haan was to see his family, that he is well settled in London, holds a degree from London in computer sciences, he is her brother in law&#39;s friend.. small family, only son with 2 sisters, one is already married and settled in Amreca land.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have not really met, but he seems like a nice guy from what i have heard about him. He will be coming to pak in a few weeks, and then there will be celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;
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So this is about Family Traditions and the culture, how two people meet for once and then they decide that they are ready to take a chance. Inside their hearts they know, its a gamble, you never know, what you may encounter. But they are willing to give it a shot. It was very quick today, how things fell into place, and everyone was happy. Like they had it all figured out, but at the same moment, they didn&#39;t know what is going to happen, all they seek is future happiness which the families are going to get when the two people unite. &lt;br /&gt;
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The rational decision process, is actually so irrational. Indicators to predict the future behavior are so miscalculated. In fact there are no indicators which are considered which can indicate how the individual is going to be in future, but then what is rationality here? It is after all a gamble..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not against or in favor of it, because i have myself done something like this. But i find it strange, but may be that is the way it is supposed to be. Life&#39;s one big decision, but this is how your life is, unpredictable ..&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/8397587153880348890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/haan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8397587153880348890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8397587153880348890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/haan.html' title='Haan !'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-8365616331317326966</id><published>2011-08-06T23:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:42:14.588+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings"/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>In order to accept who you are, you need to make peace with good and the evil living inside you. The early you do it, better it is. You can&#39;t try to sugar coat the feelings all the time. Sooner or later you will have to confront them, once you confront them, what ever the outcome is embrace it, and then be at peace. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/8365616331317326966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8365616331317326966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8365616331317326966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-8721656684632700549</id><published>2011-08-06T04:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T04:59:46.029+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mechanism of learning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupid"/><title type='text'>Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>There are some times in your life when you realize how stupid you were, what a stupid thing you said, what a stupid move you made, and what a stupid day or a stupid week or perhaps years you have lived. I am so glad today that i am left to realize that i was stupid, only if i had been more wiser i would not be experiencing this Today - the day that i am alive. There are so many great moments in my life which i have missed, which i still miss, that i should have done things, or i should not have done things, so i would have enjoyed those moments more. But i had no idea, that there is something called enjoyment, I was totally unaware of the concept. Now i know, Now i can have fun, and now i know how to live the moment. &lt;div&gt;Well today all what matters is what i have learnt from being stupid. Many of us think that i should not have done this, or should not have said that, I think all of us should learn. As it is said by the wise men that you need to learn from your Past. I could never figure that out, until now. The best way to learn is and to compare how well are you doing after being stupid is to put all your experiences in positive statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Example, Instead of saying I should not have done that, i should say, i should have been more assertive, Or i should have given it a thought. I should have said No. I should have Helped her, I should have talked to her. I should have put my foot down for the right cause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once i put everything in positive i can compare it with my Today. Am i assertive enough? do i think  before doing it now? Do i help people? Do i talk to people at the right time? Have i improved in decision making? Am i able to put my foot down for the right cause? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all these questions will lead you towards the lessons in your life. Once you answer all these questions, you will know how far you have come, you will know how much have you improved, and how much have you learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the positiveness in you, and your ability to bring in the positive every situation, that helps you learn. How need to let go of the bitterness, and see what you can learn from it. I am not saying you don&#39;t have to grief, You should, you can&#39;t let an emotion hold on for long, but you always need to believe in your self that this sad phase is going to get over one day, and you will get out yourself. Once you develop this mechanism you will be better able to focus on whats important rather than beating your self about you being stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m thankful to this Self healing Gaia for giving me all the power to think, grief, be happy, be stupid and above all be Positive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/8721656684632700549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/lessons-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8721656684632700549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8721656684632700549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in Life'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-8059203475769347880</id><published>2011-08-03T21:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:42:08.146+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Husband"/><title type='text'>The Day which started in the evening</title><content type='html'>Its around 9 Pm, I slept the whole day, i think because i could not sleep last night, kept on watching Grey&#39;s Anatomy with Yasir. After Sehri, i slept. Yasir has to go to Multan, so he left at around 7, while i woke up to get my room cleaned up, and then woke up to attend a call from my mom. &lt;div&gt;its now 10:40 PM. i made tea for my self, i have read a Case on ACM corp and solve it, i only have a night to read it. Its always so difficult to start something, but i guess instead of wasting further time. I should get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room feels so empty without him. I&#39;m missing my Husband. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/8059203475769347880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-which-started-in-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8059203475769347880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/8059203475769347880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-which-started-in-evening.html' title='The Day which started in the evening'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-5579051140303830804</id><published>2011-08-02T12:27:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:32:50.136+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>Right now i am in the office, just reached here after much trouble and guess what, i received a call from the concerned person that, the Shoot is cancelled, and i will have to excuse the team for the inconvenience. WTH. I started working on this module, which has been pending for such a long time, i opened it, and figured out, that it is also completed, and done by a team member already. DUH! What a day.. &lt;div&gt;So now i am thinking of what to do next, and which course to design for the Training Stream so that, i can complete my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i should go with a recap of the last 2 modules, and work my way with the existing material that i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communication is the key, and i am hating it, and i don&#39;t feel like doing it at all, and i don&#39;t feel like communicating with anyone at the moment, except for communicating with myself. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/5579051140303830804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5579051140303830804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5579051140303830804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-7839562012923791849</id><published>2011-08-02T00:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:39:08.754+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i am going to office after, about 3 weeks, i am feeling weird i am still on sick leaves, but now i can walk, i am going there for a Telenor Brand Film shoot, I was nominated by Organization Development Team, its going to be a 5 - 10 mins interview with a Corporate Communication Executive. they have sent us a few questions, to answer about Leadership.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Questions are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is a good leader to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A Good leader for me is someone who i can look up to, who will put efforts in making a team, who is available when i look back, who can improve me and my work, and the one who lets me do my job. I have been lucky to have such leaders in my work experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Which Leadership Qualities do you appreciate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Honesty, Ability to Trust the team, No Compromise on work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What does it take from a leader/ manager to engage you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Only a 5 Minute small Discussion about, My Goals, How to get there, my improvement areas, and how i can make my work better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What should a leader do to motivate you to perform at your best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Just talk to me about my work, my performance, My Goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Why is it important that leaders have high integrity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- If they don&#39;t have it, who is going to believe in them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. In general, which leadership behaviors are not suitable in order for you to perform?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Bringing personal Biases to work, not having the integrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started off this blog last night, now its the next morning, I am not in a very good mood, because i had to go to office with my husband, and he left me, assuming that i would go on the company car, while i specifically mentioned that i wanted to go with him.. DUH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/7839562012923791849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/leadership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7839562012923791849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/7839562012923791849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-5145028914962998805</id><published>2011-08-01T16:14:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:26:49.026+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Today i Have had the chance of Going to Spectra Innovations,  a company who manufactures Sports bars and Sports Carriers, ( i am not sure, what this product does), and i realized that God has been really kind to me, and i am working at a place like Telenor, Which is one of the best companies in Pakistan. &lt;div&gt;Anyways, Yesterday i got really lucky with my Strategic Management Course, we had to submit a case study on ACM corporation, we could not do it in time, at the last moment after the exam me and my team member tried to finish the report, as we were the only one&#39;s without a printed report, rest of the groups were doing presentations, it was not our turn to present, but report had to be submitted, at that moment i felt that i should not have neglected the task, how could i be this irresponsible that i forgot to do my report. A team member suggested that we tell the instructor that we forgot the report at home, and we will send u later, but i was reluctant in telling a Lie to Sir Fareedy, as i respect him a lot, and I have gained credibility in his class, and i could not lie to him about missing the report, i had decided that i will not lie to him, but in fact will tell him honestly that we could not do it, i was ready to let go of my 5%, and it was my Fault. How could i not complete a report, and then lie and try to get away with it. He is one of the Ideal teachers, whom i respect a lot, and telling a lie to him was like disrespecting him, and disrespecting myself, i can never think about doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the very last moment, when the last group was presenting, it was report submission time, everyone has to give their reports to the TA, and to my surprise, suddenly Sir announced in the whole class that I am not going to accept your reports, as they are not up to the mark, and you have to submit it again the next week. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not believe my ears, a sigh of relief, that i didn&#39;t have to feel embarrass in front of him nor did i have had to lie in front of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a mistake, my negligence and i can&#39;t tolerate that myself, and now i am going to complete the report, and will try to make it an excellent one. I better start reading now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/5145028914962998805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5145028914962998805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/5145028914962998805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/08/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-332531032146393577</id><published>2011-07-29T23:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:06:50.474+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Get Away"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="not so perfect"/><title type='text'>Not so Perfect</title><content type='html'>And he just said that no one is perfect - What a Freaking Cheesy line to get away with .. Just because you are incapable of understanding something, or you are incapable of realizing that you are wrong, and you are being a chauvinist - does not mean that you can Say that &quot;No one is Perfect&quot;and end the conversation there. And you say communication is every thing, you are the biggest supporter of Communication, is it just that, you are stuck with the word, and for you communication is just saying what YOU THINK is right?? Isn&#39;t communication something in which you have to listen and understand and then analyze and then say something? That&#39;s what all these years of training and Train the Trainers have been telling me. Getting away with it - By quoting a statement is so easy, but what about Making a statement of your OWN? Have you ever considered that? or do you even want to consider that? Shutting the other person up, by quoting another person, HA, What good are you for this Earth? &lt;br /&gt;I Dare to Differ, I agree no one is perfect, i am not perfect either, and no one is.. however i would still like to give myself the luxury to think and appreciate that i Strive to be Perfect, and the Sad part is, you are no way near, no way closer to think that there is anything perfect, or you can try to be one.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/332531032146393577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-so-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/332531032146393577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/332531032146393577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-so-perfect.html' title='Not so Perfect'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078567101018175049.post-6569031937421197760</id><published>2011-06-22T10:05:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:10:34.325+05:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so normal Day</title><content type='html'>I wonder why is it hard for people to stay normal? May be i am the miss fit. Why is the only question that i have for today. I don&#39;t like you being cheesy with me, nor do i like it, when you try to overhaul me with your bitterness. You don&#39;t have to give me signs that you are my friend, and you do not have to give me challenges to tell me that you are my enemy, when i do not ask for any of your jokes, please do not share them with me, when i do not ask for your anger please don&#39;t show it to me, and keep it to your self. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise up to the level where you can have the guts to talk to me face to face, i don&#39;t want you to send me messages and apologize for your mistakes. it doesn&#39;t matter who you are, but what matters is, what you are doing right now to express yourself that who you are. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/feeds/6569031937421197760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-normal-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/6569031937421197760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1078567101018175049/posts/default/6569031937421197760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnaeem.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-normal-day.html' title='A not so normal Day'/><author><name>Amna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05393596153299813306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgex5y84IwWD7Yw1qpdgAc60qv958nD-jvVO4hLSvY7xkC0jUeehRO9YLAvbFQr7VnQMXb5u8kkkrQbqtchjH7i6VjLdDOTlqo1z61gk0tA8-yRU-Bx_LvZhk5oyjBu/s220/Image3061.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>