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Lets blow this case wide open!!!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120409837077317065/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Rashida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06187362148017825057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/S9pg3UbqvlI/AAAAAAAAAps/rj_M6Z-k6_g/S220/613991079.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/lSSqu" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/lssqu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRno9fSp7ImA9WhRUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120409837077317065.post-3431847344197526548</id><published>2012-01-28T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:54:27.465+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T16:54:27.465+05:30</app:edited><title>The Pedestal</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Inspiration... the beauty of it is that it can come from the most unexpected places. This post is about a certain thought that has been a recurring visitor to my mind. Something that leads me to get fired up enough to turn female Anna Hazare (sans the hunger and the ugliness).&lt;br /&gt;
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Men have always put women up on a pedestal. We are the goddesses, the &lt;i&gt;Devis&lt;/i&gt;, the lady-lucks, the one&amp;nbsp;force&amp;nbsp;that can bring back a dead husband from the clasps of &lt;i&gt;Yama&lt;/i&gt;! While man think that this is an empowering factor, I am forced to see the clear and very clever manipulation behind these.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get it? Let me explain. Women are put on a pedestal, said to be the strength and the personification of perfection. As such there is an underlying pressure on every woman to be perfect. By saying that we are the "bosses", the men slowly take us out of the driving seat and make us unconsciously&amp;nbsp;dependent&amp;nbsp;on them. Once the lady has gotten comfortable depending on those strong shoulders, the expectations start to increase. Women, being emotionally driven, try to deliver. Then, the orders begin. By now, we are just so used to it. That's it, they now have full control. More so, if we ever behave out of the "expected perfection", it is treated like a sin. So, we will practically KILL ourselves just to stick to a man's definition of PERFECTION!&lt;br /&gt;
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Whoever said that women play mind games? Who said that we manipulate? I have seen men to be more manipulative and cruel. We may try to&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;influence men through our soft touch and sweet voice. But, our emotional attachment and conscience will seldom let us cause any damage to them, just so that we benefit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not saying men are bad. Oh NO! WE love you'll. We all complete each other, don't we? But please, if you have put us on the pedestal, don't expect us to just stay there forever. Let us be imperfect and let us live the way we WANT to!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;PS: If you didn't get it, you're probably a guy! Chicas, if some of you didn't get it, wait it out, you will!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What is Mentality Retardation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mentality Retardation can simply be explained as a condition that causes a person to think regressively all the time. They will always compare "what is" to "what was". They do not do this for feeling better about themselves (which could be popular belief). They do this to continue telling themselves that "the time is gone". They choose to believe that "what was" is the only way thing "should" be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Types Of Mentality Retardation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mentality Retardation, like any other retardation is three types.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Zero Mentality Retardation: &lt;/b&gt;This type is for those who choose to be in the time which they physically live in. For example, in the year 2012, their thoughts with regress back only till 2011. Beyond that will be considered as time gone by. They will look back at it as&amp;nbsp;nostalgia, to learn from mistakes and for light conversations. This type is not unhealthy and commonly found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Treatment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;b&gt;Mild Mentality Retardation:&lt;/b&gt; This type is for those who choose to regress back to a limited period of time, and for limited reasons. For example, in the year 2012, their thoughts will go back to any time that brings back good memories. These people prefer to live in past glories. Their development will stunt due to this, and depression and frustration can be caused as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Treatment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This type is a little unhealthy. But with regular motivation and counselling, it can be cured quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;b&gt;Major Mentality Retardation:&lt;/b&gt; This is a very dangerous type. It is quite common as well. In this type, the person chooses to regress back in any time that is opposing the current time in a specific&amp;nbsp;field. For example, in 2012, in the case of pollution, they will regress back to 1987, in the case of corruption, they will regress back to 1947 etc. A person suffering from major mentality retardation doesn't necessarily regress back to their own memories, but to anything they may have read, heard about or seen in movies. They always believe that the other is better than what they have. This type can cause major mood swings, relationship problems, depression and a general inefficiency in endeavors. They will mostly choose to look the other way from happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Treatment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Treating this kind of a mentality retardation can be quite difficult. The person has strong psychological&amp;nbsp;defenses&amp;nbsp;and denials. More so, the slightest argument in favor of the retardation, in any way will regress the treatment further. The only way to treat this condition is to take the person out of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;comfort zone, expose them to a world that is either mild mentality retardation driven or zero mentality retardation driven and then have them interact with people in a fairly controlled environment.&lt;br /&gt;
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While not much research has been done on the subject, the cause for mentality retardation can be assumed to be a serious blow to the person's EQ (emotional quotient). Mild and major mentality retardation could be caused due to a person either having the need to regress in order to feel good (mild mentality retardation), or in order to scratch the itch about having something to complain and feel bad about (major mentality retardation).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Negative Mentality Retardation&lt;/b&gt; is also a type. This is the kind that has the person think and look ahead of their time. While most people "suffering" from this condition are seldom valued in their time, the contributions they make to humanity, make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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While much research has not been done on the subject, (I am fairly certain that I am the first to think about it, or at least the first to put it clearly in words), the research will continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully, we will all get to live in a world of negative and zero mentality retardation. Where people believe in moving ahead, only looking back at good memories momentarily!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Finally, the hyped-up 2012 is about to start. There is excitement, there is that little bit of fear that makes you feel ticklish in the stomach, and there is hope. Isn't it the perfect mixture for a full-on year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2011 has taught me so much. Every year, I blog on new year's eve. It is like my finale to the year. It is my way of climaxing it, and leaving it on the most pleasant note known to me- the written word!&lt;br /&gt;
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2011 Didn't start like that. I spent NYE 2011 in the hospital, taking care of the man I love! To be honest. At that moment, I knew, this was going to be a year of "never-befores"! While every year has its share of first times, this year, has been a whole different ball-game.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot has happened over the span of these 365 days. Even most has been what I have learnt, known and seen in the year. Most important of all, I learnt that I was giving myself far too less credit. I am so much more adjusting, understanding an flexible that I thought myself to be! I guess, getting married is the only way one learns that about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw that, while there is no place like home, one can have more homes than one. It is a amazing experience to know that you can belong to more places than one. For a person who craves that feeling of belongingness, along with a sense of detachment, this is a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learnt that acceptance is the first step to being accepted. Ok, I didn't learn it this year, I already knew it. But the practical application happened here for the first time. Also, I learnt that distances don't make the hearts grow fonder, they just make you more communicative of the fondness!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OIOpXTNJFU/Tv79X2zikxI/AAAAAAAACsU/qiAUUSs8vss/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OIOpXTNJFU/Tv79X2zikxI/AAAAAAAACsU/qiAUUSs8vss/s200/blog.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw how nice, giving and awesome nature is to me. I while I have always loved nature with all my heart, the love has reached an all new level now. not because I want to plant trees or anything. But because nature and I have a special bond, one that no amount of blogposts of mine can explain!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have seen that no matter how much you want to believe that "nothing will change" post marriage, things change. Not always for the best, but we have to make the best of all that comes our way. After all, we make our own destiny and design our own future.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw that I truly have a tendency to attract and befriend that oddest set of people. (No offence meant to any of my lovely friends! I am one of you.) But, I have also come to&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that it is because of THEM that I can be of so much help to the more "normal" people. Nothing&amp;nbsp;surprises&amp;nbsp;me, and no abnormality passes my scanner unnoticed. However, I need to shut up about it, because I have seen that people are not that accepting to my observations in the start!&lt;br /&gt;
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My fondness of social life and socializing still exists, but its addictive nature seems to have subsided. I find it a little depressing, but it is floating my boat as of now. So, I shall not mess around with it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, this is my first NYE post as a married woman, and not in Pune! The party is going to be different too. More about that next year, though!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy New Year everybody! Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-7132602208711079311?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is this song, by Bryan Adams, "Before the night is over, we gonna get what we desire. Remember What I told ya, this could set our hearts on fire!" If you are a music lover like me, then you must be humming the song by now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, think of the year. Think of it as one night! Before this night is over, have you gotten what you desire?&lt;br /&gt;
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Thoughts, they flow like a happy, carefree river, don't they? Just give your mind five minutes of a break, and the onslaught of thoughts can weigh down your work, your logic, your faith and even your love, at times!&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming back to where we started. Have YOU gotten what you desire before this night is over. Have you loved, lost, laughed, cried, danced, lied, said the hard truth, been confused and lost directions? Its unbelievable how little importance we give to these things. We are so stuck in the rut of things, that we tend to lose ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;
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The year has been a&amp;nbsp;whirlpool&amp;nbsp;cum roller coaster. But, none of that talk now. The year shall be discussed in my new year post. As of now, we talk about the almost end of the year. What all is left? What had you planned? Who have you ignored? What work is pending? Make up for all of it. Laugh till it hurts and cry till the tears pull you into blissful sleep. Talk till you confuse your self where you started, and think about all the things that made you happy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us not forget that the coming year MAY be our last! So, please don't make any resolutions, I won't. To hell with rules, eh? The world is ending anyways!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oooh... lastly, do not drink and drive, use contraception and please, have fun! Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-6445003040391301919?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw-ep_BI45M/ToifDca0IbI/AAAAAAAACpI/r4yBF5Xg2Qc/s1600/DSC_0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw-ep_BI45M/ToifDca0IbI/AAAAAAAACpI/r4yBF5Xg2Qc/s200/DSC_0454.JPG" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These past few months have been amazing. I got married in an extravagance that I believed impossible for me. I always thought I would elope or have a simple &lt;i&gt;chhota mota&lt;/i&gt; wedding ceremony. I never believed in big weddings, but them I don't think I ever believed in love either. Both found their way into my life very sneakily.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a long gorgeous wedding. One thing I learnt in my wedding was that not always do people remain "friends forever". A lot of people who claimed to be there for me forever, were a no-show on the most important day of my life. Anyways, it was their loss, because the food was amazing, I looked gorgeous, and to be honest, I don't think I missed their presence. I was just too busy being a happy radiating bride.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLqNU5d7SWk/ToigKW7f-_I/AAAAAAAACpM/pAHfh55zaj0/s1600/240620111178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLqNU5d7SWk/ToigKW7f-_I/AAAAAAAACpM/pAHfh55zaj0/s200/240620111178.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Post the wedding, Raj (my loving husband) and I left for a magical honeymoon in Thailand. The first &lt;i&gt;thappa &lt;/i&gt;on my passport. We went off to Koh Samui and were treated like royalty, Can I be honest, the fact that there were no Indians in site was so refreshing. Not because Indians are not amazing, but because not seeing Indians really made me feel like I am away from the world I have known all my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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More so, Thailand treated me to the best breakfast EVER!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islamicblog.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Karbala_Imam-Hussein_Shrine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.islamicblog.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Karbala_Imam-Hussein_Shrine.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My entire Family recently went to Karbala and Najaf. Both are places of great importance of any Shia Muslim in the world.&amp;nbsp;First was Najaf, where we stayed for 3 days. Najaf is where Amir-ul-Mumeneen Ali Ibne AbiTaalib lies. His shrine is a place where I experience true peace of the mind.&amp;nbsp;Second was Karbala. We stayed there for about 8 days. Karbala is the place where Hussain Ibne Ali and his family, who were killed in the War of&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karbala"&gt; Karbala&lt;/a&gt; now lie. The entire war has so much to teach, that if you truly understand the implications of the incident, no problem in life will seem big enough for you not to tackle with ease.&lt;br /&gt;
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On return, we (Raj and I) launched our website &lt;a href="http://www.thenewsjockey.com/"&gt;www.thenewsjockey.com&lt;/a&gt;. It is a platform for youngsters to opine about news etc. Currently I am the only writer for the site, but here's hoping that there will be many more who think that&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;opinion matters!&lt;br /&gt;
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So basically, life has seen a lot of twists and turns, in the direction of happiness! There is a lot more that I would want to write, but may be in my next post! Wow! I feel sooooo much lighter now ;)!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Both busy in thier lives, unaware of each other's existance. Tiara lived on her own and was bethroted to a man who did not deserve her loyalties and love. Raine lived a carefree, sometimes wild life. She lived with her parents, and hence a rebellious streak. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; By some weird twist of fate, they met, spoke and got along famously in the first meeting itself! Tiara's independant nature made Raine's carefree streak tweak. And Raine's inadverdent wisdom made Tiara's maturity stir! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Nonethless, once thier reason to meet daily was gone, they both went back into thier demanding lifestyles. They did think about each other occassionally, but never attempted to connect. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; A year later, they met again. They same circumstances, but very different experiences. Tiara was bethroted no more and Raine had given up most of her wild ways. This time they chose to keep in touch even after thier schedules changed. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Being of marriagable age, both ladies were on the lookout for a match worth committing to. Tiara met Aztec at her workplace. He was charming, suave and seemingly honest. He took a fancy to her and she gave him a chance to sweep her off her feet. Raine was introduced to Aztec by thier family match maker. He seemed well read, dressed well and could make captivating conversation. She found him intriguing. But her father reigned in the interest and advised her to reject him, she obliged. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Tiara kept meeting Aztec and kept getting engulfed in his spirit. Months later, Aztec and Tiara had a serious relationship going. On the threshold on being bethroted to each other, they waited for the perfect time. Meanwhile, Aztec maintained casual contact with Raine. Not being one to sever ties, she often interacted with him virtually. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; One day, Aztec asked Raine the reason for her rejection, she simply said "it didn't click for me". He prodded her further, but that's all she divulged. Finally, he asked her for another chance. She didn't answer right away. She consulted her parents, discussed the consquences and finally decided to grant him a second chance. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Raine and Aztec met over lunch, and then dinner another day. Raine found that his charm was overpowering. She told Tiara about this. Tiara asked Raine to follow her sensibilities. Raine went with logic, and decided to reject Aztec again! She never mentioned it, or even thought about it again! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; A few months later, Raine met Tiara over high tea. Raine was bethroted and to be married soon. She but teased Tiara to find a loving man, or take a lover atleast. Tiara spilled the beans about Aztec, about how he betrayed her when he went to meet Raine and how he almost lied about it. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Raine was infuriated by the heinous act of Aztec's. She questioned Tiara "why did you not tell me this sooner, my dear?" Tiara replied very simply, "you spoke of him fondly, if anything were to happed, I would never dream to stand in the way!" That is when the two girls realized, they cared more about the pain that the other went through, than the betrayal they had to face themselves. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; The two girls spent the rest of the evening belittling Aztec in conversation, but either vowed to never contact him in any way again! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; True friendships are not made my glamour and charm. 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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quite literally, for the first 50 minutes, I was seriously of the opinion that I am going to disintegrate. Well, the &lt;i&gt;asanas&lt;/i&gt; are not tough to look at, they are not tough to do either. The challenge is in holding the position. Trust me, 30 seconds had me breathing heavy and wishing for time to pass faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Flexibility is good, I have been through flexibility training back in my martial arts days. However, the training never got me dripping with sweat. More so, I just realized today that I have been doing the &lt;i&gt;Surya Namaskar&lt;/i&gt; wrong all through my life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is an image of the 11 steps, so that you (my readers) can also get the right &lt;i&gt;Surya Namaskar&lt;/i&gt; steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TMU2jec-ujI/AAAAAAAABFk/gO4KC6vb7Lk/s1600/SunSalutationFinal1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TMU2jec-ujI/AAAAAAAABFk/gO4KC6vb7Lk/s320/SunSalutationFinal1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A lot of people think that the &lt;i&gt;Surya Namaskar&lt;/i&gt; and the Aum chanting is religion specific. You are wrong! A-u-m chanting is to project the energy and breathe correctly. It has nothing to do with&amp;nbsp;Hinduism. My teacher happens to be a&amp;nbsp;Christian, and I am a&amp;nbsp;Muslim, makes no diff to us. The &lt;i&gt;Surya Namaskar&lt;/i&gt; is a salutation to the sun, as it is the source of energy. Other than that, it is the craziest set of stretches in the world. If you have not done it already, seriously, you are losing out on a really awesome after-effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lastly, I am doing Yoga in order to lose weight. As such, I am not really indulging in knowing it's secrets beyond my requirement. However, if you are doing yoga to learn the art and science, I strongly suggest that you go to a teacher who is clear about&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;knowledge, else you may be highly mis-guided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So anyways, I have started working towards regaining my fitness, let's see how fast I see favorable results!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-3962644557871314906?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TL_JLJFSaPI/AAAAAAAABFc/ur7WiPHX7PY/s1600/girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TL_JLJFSaPI/AAAAAAAABFc/ur7WiPHX7PY/s200/girl.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;To Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I just don't seem to get through to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You seem to have blocked me out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;criticizing&amp;nbsp;and constantly venting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I am a person too, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I have feelings and emotions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;and no where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I wish you could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;the pain that I have kept inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The pain i failed to display,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;and of smiles and strength, made play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;For you I chose the path of silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;for you were the one, who once about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;gave me guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I love you, still more than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;for you attempting to be stronger than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But, no matter how much I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;or how many tears I may cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;not matter what I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I just don't seem to get through to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Critique and suggestions are welcome. Questions about inspiration, are not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-1587200280208357905?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There are many times when we think of quitting the situation we are in. Here is a motivational quote for a trying time like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="183" src="http://www.chrome.hu/danova/mod/last/prev/unitg/ung09.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;The best way to win a battle is to stay on the field and fight it. Running only proves the defeat that was never yours!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Rashida Khilawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-134340603998231661?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Commitment is not a&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;of paper, but a state of mind!" ~ Rashida Khilawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-1539784559536420218?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TG4S0ABrl9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/zoFrtJH50Sw/s1600/2some.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TG4S0ABrl9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/zoFrtJH50Sw/s320/2some.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to be hot like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to be courteous, romantic and old school like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Leopold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to be manly and awesome like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to be crazy and impromptu, yet smart like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to get me the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cyclops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; gets Jean Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to be able to dance like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Elvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shahid Kapoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;, put together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He has to have awesome hair like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;gt;He should be perfect, like my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Wow... one would think I am too demanding. But, I always said that if I am made the way I am, there will be a man who will have all these qualities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is something I read today on &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kafila.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Kafila.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;‘Mother I will make you cry today’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;(On June 30th 2010, Asif Rather age nine ran out of his home in Baramulla in Kashmir to look for his older brother. As he left, he told his mother ‘I am going to make you cry today’. Minutes later he fell victim to shooting by the forces. At the time he was 150 meters from his house. –&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kashmirlive.com/story/Ill-make-you-cry-today-hed-told-mother/640303.html" style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The Indian Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;He stood at the sunlit door&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A nine-year old with tousled hair&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Asif Rather, student of class four,&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Baramulla, 55 kms from Srinagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;‘Where is Touqeer?’&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;He sought his older brother.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘Nowhere! You come back now&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Here’s tea and last night’s bread&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;My baby, let me comb your hair’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Outside, the sounds Allah o Akbar&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Chanting at once, one thousand strong&lt;span id="more-4531" style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;‘Mother, I’ll get him back’&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘No child, Touqeer is big, he’s with friends&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;My youngest, you’re too small&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;See here is cream skimmed off the milk&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Now come, you make me angry’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The little form at the sunlit door&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ran out, unheeding&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The face appeared, smiling at the window pane&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘Mother, you cant be angry; I’ll make you cry today’&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And he was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Outside the milling crowds of tall and lanky youth&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And one lost boy in a forest of long legs&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And long sticks cut from poplar trees&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Some hands clutch roadside stones&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘Touqeer!’ he called out&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Was that his blue shirt?&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;But there were hundreds in blue&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;He felt the tears well up&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quick jammed with grimy fists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;He stood confused, afraid, ashamed&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘I should have had the milk and last night’s bread&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;So hungry and so far from Ma..&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;But Touqeer, where’s he?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;And then it burst&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The tear gas shell tore his tender flesh&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘Allah’ he cried his small hand warding off&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;the evil that drew blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The crowd stood still&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A dozen hands reached out&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;To hold the falling body&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;His bullet broken neck&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Gently rested on still hands&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Of weeping boys&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The tousled head of hair&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Blood drenched, hung in strands&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;On a shining forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;And twisted in the sinews of my mind&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Are seven words&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;(Seven lines of Quran’s first Surah)&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;‘Mother I will make you cry today’&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;How many mothers of my Kashmir&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The place where I was born&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Will cry today?&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Will cry tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 24px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;(Dr. Syeda Hameed is a writer and Member, Planning Commission of India.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-3817842904990856385?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been exactly 4 months and 14 days since the last time I spoke to my dad in person. Today is his birthday, and somehow the emotions are on an all time high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am just glad that I had a chance to tell my daddy just how important he is to me before he left me for good. Yes dad, I miss you a lot. It is unbelievable that life is still going on without having you around!! You are my King and will always be. I guess no man, can be just as amazing and perfect as you. You are an awesome Dad and no one can match up to that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You have taught me a lot. Yes, I now know how alike you and I really are. From this day forward, I promise to try and follow your footsteps and lessons as much as possible. This is my promise to you on your birthday!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love you dad, you will always be with me, I know that!! Happy Birthday once again!! Hope you're having a rocking party up there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-8178971489305137189?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We all know the basic principle of Karma, what goes&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;comes around. So clearly, no one is doing good selflessly. I believe selflessness is the single most&amp;nbsp;selfish&amp;nbsp;act that a human and indulge in. We all know that if you do good, good comes right back to &amp;nbsp;you. So then, where is the selflessness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyways, be it to get back good in return or not, I have done only good to all I know. Done my bit to help out my peers, been honest, respected people sans prejudice. So where is my Karma? I am not saying that my faith in the concept is&amp;nbsp;wavering. Oh no it isn't. But my patience for it surely is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I may seem a&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;intolerant to my readers as of now, but lets analyse this, shall we? I am not saying that the good has never come my way. Oh no, mashallah, I have lead a good life so far. But some how, that strike of good&amp;nbsp;luck, that gets people from A to C, takes me till B only. So when does that boost up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Too many questions. An endless wait for the answers!! In the mean while, I live my life! Ciao!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-7085106044358577700?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To all my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you'll think that it is&amp;nbsp;compulsory&amp;nbsp;for me to consider your every&amp;nbsp;whim, my command!! News Flash!! We are friends and the act works both ways! You want me to hand you a tissue when you cry? Then get ready to shut up when i need u to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My life does not revolve around you'll all the time, you know! I may be conscious about your needs most of the times. But there are times when i need you to either shut up or say something that does not include the many problems that you are facing. I don't mind being your agony aunt!! But I am not bound by a contract to be that all the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In case you think that I have changed, and "ATTITUDE" has become a part of me! Think again! i have always tolerated your tantrums. Heard you out when you needed to vent and cracked stupid jokes when you needed a mood change. So now its time for you'll to know that there are time when i need the same from you. I am not asking to be the prime importance in your life (like most of you'll have expected from me). All I am saying is that when i am busy, I am not doing TP, I have a life and&amp;nbsp;priorities! So just get that and deal with it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I needed to get this message across to all my friends who&amp;nbsp;expect&amp;nbsp;me to chat with them all the time when they are online, and expect me to remember dates and events, and handle their mood swings. You'll are still very dear to me! So just shut up when I ask you to, and chill!! I will be back to my &amp;nbsp;"normal" self soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All the best for life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It Just&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me a couple of days back, that two years back, a friend suggested blogging to me as a means to de-clutter my mind. Being a person who thinks a lot, and is still one the verge of being a scatter brain, I found that this process really helped me out a lot. Slowly and steadily I realized that I have a knack for writing. Then came along buzzle and it just polished up the writer I had in me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today, I am more cluttered than I have ever been. The irony of the situation is that I don't even know the real reason for it. Sometimes I blame it on the change of circumstances. Losing dad has changed my life, in a way that it can never come back to normal. Not having dad to look at when there is something that only he and I will find logical, can be upsetting. Why don't I just get used to it already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Other times I blame it on Murphy. I'm telling you. When Murphy came up with the law "If something can go wrong, it will", he was thinking of me the whole time. Honestly, it is not something to be proud of. Actually it is something to be really mad about. Why is it, that a month after my bike gets services and ready to roll that someone has to come around and steal the kick?Once that is settled, why then should I be paranoid all the time? It is silly, it is so funny, that its brinking on fiction now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I need a break, I guess. Not from work, not from friends, not from family. I need a break from me. I need to spend some time in intellectual vacuum. I really think that will need to some self&amp;nbsp;realization&amp;nbsp;and a feeling of cal and tolerance that I have found missing since the past 4 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How do I&amp;nbsp;achieve&amp;nbsp;this vacuum? Intensive work out! Yes, run for longer than you think you can, and dance like you are made out of rubber. I have learnt, in the earlier years of my life, that when I push my body beyond its limits during work out, is when i get them most calm feeling ever. High time I get back to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I miss you dad! More each day. I will not make that a reason for life pulling me down. I am going to win this battle. Now more than ever, because now I know you watch over me all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-7457360247177090210?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...Rashida's Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;An amazing, 'feel good', straight-out-of-Page-3 kind of book, and yet feels like a slice of your own life. Something any modern day Indian girl can relate to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashida's Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.5/5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All in all, Radhika Kanetkar and her world filled with sexy Sameer, sensual Sushmita and the vivacious Veronica Kutty are fun to be a part of. If you are anything like me in the reading arena, you will be lost in Rad Kat’s world, only to be brought back to reality when you shut the book!...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, there may be many people who disagree with me. But, for reviews, I believe, to each his own. So check out the book yourself and decide!! Cya people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-3403038820795696629?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Insider Magazine, Sri Lanka, happens to love my writing. Here is the link to the article they published in thier magazine. Turns out they got a massive response for the article!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hope you enjoy it!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3120409837077317065-2187538886978850213?l=rashidakhilawala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TAjPmYhscUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-xTqyc0dHc8/s1600/agony+babe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfwNYxPOoY8/TAjPmYhscUI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-xTqyc0dHc8/s400/agony+babe.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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