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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENRX4yeSp7ImA9Wx5aGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-2648231641915235866</id><published>2010-11-15T00:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:14:54.091-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-16T01:14:54.091-06:00</app:edited><title>test</title><content type="html">dfs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-2648231641915235866?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2648231641915235866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=2648231641915235866&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2648231641915235866?v=2" 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-3074414379673949691?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3074414379673949691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=3074414379673949691&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/3074414379673949691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/3074414379673949691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-cent-baby-by-me-video.html" title="50 cent baby by me video" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMAQHsyfSp7ImA9WxJVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-4481465436349080446</id><published>2009-06-20T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:10:41.595-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T07:10:41.595-05:00</app:edited><title>Setting up an office in Karachi</title><content type="html">About 6 months ago I started looking for an office here in Karachi. I was tired of working out of my home ... the lure of the TV and my comfy bed was too strong to resist when working in the adjacent room. Plus I had a few opportunities to expand my work and hire some developers to do my bidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence my search began. Following were some of my concerns at that time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Location of the Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kind of a big debate in itself. On one side, I had the option of getting an office near my home in DHA. That would've been pretty convenient for me, but Defence is on one end of Karachi. It would've been pretty hard for other people to come from other ends of the city. The second option was getting an office on Shahra-e-Faisal. There are hundreds of office buildings and thousands of offices over there. And since it's somewhat in the center of the city, getting there would not be that big of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually decided to get something near Shahra-e-Faisal. I knew that in the beginning, I'd need to work with freelance developers and designers and I didn't want them to make a fuss everytime I asked them to come to the office. Plus, its hard to attract good developers to come work in a startup, I didn't want to add the burden of a long commute to their decision to come work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decision to get a furnished office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a stingy memon that I am, I wanted to risk the least amount of upfront cash in this venture.  Because I didnt know if I'd still be needing the office after a few months. And buying air conditioners, desks, chairs, other furniture would have costed me hundreds of thousands of Rupees. After meeting with the first real estate agent, I realized that furnished offices were only 3000-5000 rupees/month more than unfurnished ones. So that decision was not a tough one. I ended up getting a furnished office for Rs. 20,000 / month and it had cubicles and cabins to seat 7 people. It even had ethernet cables in place, so all I had to do was bring my computer and get settled in from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lease Duration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard leases ran for 11 months and had a two month notice period if I decided to break the lease before the 11 months were over. This wasn't bad at all. Plus I was able to negotiate down to a 3 month deposit + a 3 month advance rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Expenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the office was mostly furnished, there were a few things that we needed to start off. The unreliable power supply required an electric generator. I found a diesel generator for Rs. 30,000 that works just fine. It did give us problems twice in the last 6 months, but other than that it works like a charm. I found an extra microwave oven and a electric water cooler in the basement of my house which I quickly transported to the office. With just that, the office was ready to be moved into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internet Connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of those WorldCall EVDO wireless routers the very first day. The speed was painfully slow, but at least I had internet access from Day 1. Applied for a DSL connection, and got delayed by the stupid beuracracy and the bribe induced stupor of our telecomunication department. The PTCL DSL department told me after wasting two weeks that they don't provide service to my number. And even though I didnt get the connection, they've been billing me for the internet for the last 3 months :(&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a LINK.NET connection, but the telephone lineman in our area wanted to wet his beak too. By this point I was just battered, exhausted and irritated by using slow internet for a 45 days (shared by 3 people) and didnt care how much bribe I had to give to get decent internet at work !!! After haggling with the lineman, I paid him Rs. 1,500 to just turn on the switch that they had purposely turned off in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And thats the story of how the office started off :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-4481465436349080446?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4481465436349080446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=4481465436349080446&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4481465436349080446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4481465436349080446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/setting-up-office-in-karachi.html" title="Setting up an office in Karachi" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIEQH44eCp7ImA9WxVUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-4963643113428139533</id><published>2009-03-20T06:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:28:21.030-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T06:28:21.030-05:00</app:edited><title>My Movie Editing Skills</title><content type="html">I was just going through some of my old youtube videos in my account (nothing better to do on a Friday evening, waiting to get off from work) and came across this home-made movie trailer that I had made last year for an upcoming trip to Colorado with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my trusty little Cannon MiniDV handycam and used iMovie for editing. And as  narcissistic as it might sound, I'm totally in love with this work of mine !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0W_r2b_3y8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0W_r2b_3y8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-4963643113428139533?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4963643113428139533/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=4963643113428139533&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4963643113428139533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4963643113428139533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-movie-editing-skills.html" title="My Movie Editing Skills" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFSH86eSp7ImA9WxVUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-8471362837360132832</id><published>2009-03-15T03:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:58:39.111-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-15T04:58:39.111-05:00</app:edited><title>random tidbits</title><content type="html">I haven't blogged for quite some time now ... On several occasions I have started writing, but then due to my really short attention span, I would drift on to something else, leaving several unfinished blog posts in my drafts folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, here's what I'm going to do ... I'll write several small blog posts -- in bullet form just like this !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See .... wasn't that short and sweet ? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I totally love playing tennis now (the real tennis -- not the one on Wii) ... A friend of mine talked me into taking lessons last month and now I can't get enough of it. My weekdays are crazy busy, but I've been able to manage to play tennis atleast twice during the week.  Plus I've got a hookup at the Royal Rodale club in DHA which allows me to play for FREE on their rooftop tennis court :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pakistani TV scene isn't that good, there aren't many good Pakistani TV shows and Lollywood is -umm- lollywood. So it seems like the news channels have zeroed into this gap and are providing 24 hour entertainment to the Pakistani public. They've taken reality show fad a step further by letting the politicians be the actors in their shows. And it's probably cheaper as well, since the politicians don't ask for money after blabbering incessantly on the microphone for hours. It's just STUPID that everybody in the political scene is fighting for power. The roadblocks and marches and traffic jams -- WITHOUT ANY REGARD to the needs, problems and issues of the normal public. It's just SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've discovered libertybooks.com, I ordered Guy Kawasaki's 'Reality Check' online, and the book arrived within two days -- and I was able to pay cash on delivery!!  Hail to the e-commerce in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended the most down to earth and sanest wedding I've ever seen. My cousin got married this weekend and it was elegant as well as simple. That includes all the wedding dinners and dholkis etc. Since I'm not that big fan of overly crowded events and places, I ususally do not like weddings and the tremendous amount of socializing that goes along with it. This one was pretty decent with a nice crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Jim Carrey's 'Yes Man' movie yesterday. It made me re-think about all the times I've been saying 'NO' to so many opportunities around me lately. The movie is okay, but it does make you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These days I'm totally obsessed with this old song that came out when I was a teenager. It's called 'Bolo Bolo tum ney kia dekha' by Sajjad Ali. I like this unplugged version better. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vbrb6HEFaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really need a vacation. I've been working non-stop ever since I got here 6 months ago. Pakistani holidays don't coincide with American holidays and vice versa so it's been like a continuous run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new facebook layout is confusing -- but then, that happens every time they change something. We all get used to it after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-8471362837360132832?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8471362837360132832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=8471362837360132832&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8471362837360132832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8471362837360132832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-tidbits.html" title="random tidbits" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHQn45eyp7ImA9WxVRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-7551293118658655312</id><published>2009-01-20T01:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:47:13.023-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T01:47:13.023-06:00</app:edited><title>My duplicate on facebook?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/SXWBGmqRLhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/wu0w_kPZjyM/s1600-h/arfeenFacebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/SXWBGmqRLhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/wu0w_kPZjyM/s400/arfeenFacebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293278887500918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I routinely google my name to see what comes up. I have a google alert set up that emails me whenever a new listing comes up on their search results with my name. You can't be too careful these days when your identity is partially based online and very much public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I found this really strange thing. There's a guy on facebook with the exact name as mine and I know 4 of his friends !! And out of those four, three of them are Russian programmers that I normally outsource projects for work. So I decided to email this guy and say hi to him but I never got a response back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does his profile come up when you look up my name in google? Why not mine?&lt;br /&gt;He only has seven friends. And I know most of them. And he doesnt respond to emails.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I have a feeling that somebody I know created the fake account with my name. And then people who knew me added him as a friend thinking that they were adding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone do that .. I don't know :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-7551293118658655312?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7551293118658655312/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=7551293118658655312&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7551293118658655312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7551293118658655312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-duplicate-on-facebook.html" title="My duplicate on facebook?" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/SXWBGmqRLhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/wu0w_kPZjyM/s72-c/arfeenFacebook.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQX0yfCp7ImA9WxRWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-7363594729288877045</id><published>2008-10-26T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:50:00.394-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T14:50:00.394-05:00</app:edited><title>One Month Already? [Rant alert ! ]</title><content type="html">I've been in Karachi for more than a month now and I don't know why my life still feels like a roller coaster ride.  It's not like I wasn't expecting it ... Like all families, my family has it's own share of idiosyncrasies and issues (did I mention that I live in a joint family system? ) Combine that with a rather unstructured way everything works in Pakistan and with the fact that I've almost no friends over here. I've been having really crazy mood swings over here. Some days I'm extremely cranky and ready to snap at anybody who says anything to me, and then I start feeling guilty and become mad at myself for behaving like that. Some days I feel depressed when I think about the future, my career and etc (this can be cross-referenced with the point about my crazy family above :p) And then there are good days when I feel hopeful and optimistic and all becomes worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know the above description of my life sounds as if I'm suffering from bipolar depression. I've always been somewhat of an idealist and an optimistic person. There are so many things around me over here that are wrong, improper and inefficient. A lot of things are not according to my taste or liking and I keep asking myself 'How does my family live like this.' I have this continuous urge to change things, to make them better but change is hard. Especially when it's against a system that's so deeply entrenched in the daily life over here. It'll take some time ... either I'll be able to persist or maybe just give in to the system. I'm sure you must've heard the story about the frog who jumps out when you put him into a pot of boiling water. But if you put that same frog into a pot of cold water and then heat the pot until it boils, the frog stays in there and never jumps out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've still kept my old job. The only difference is that now I work from the basement of my parents house, all by myself. My laptop computers, a router, a vonage phone, a cable modem and a dsl modem all sit on an old discarded dining table. My mother keeps complaining about all the wires that run all around the place and the maid manages to disturb something in there almost every time she comes in to clean the place. I havent been able to get an airconditioner installed in there because a carpenter needs to come in and create a wooden wall in there so that I could have my own little office there (everything happens very slowly here) I could go on and on about all these small ISSUES I'm having here, but I dont think I have a right to complain as the good always comes with the bad and a lot of it just needs a little bit getting used to. So I'm just going to plod on and work my way through this. I'm grateful to my friend Sam. K from Kansas City who sometimes bears with my, out of the blue phone calls and listens to my rants and my moody behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, golf instructors are CHEAP here in Karachi. I paid Rs. 400  for one hour of instruction by a pro at the DHA golf club. Thats only slightly more expensive than a decent meal at KFC !! And I'm already hitting straighter and farther :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-7363594729288877045?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7363594729288877045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=7363594729288877045&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7363594729288877045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7363594729288877045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-month-already-rant-alert.html" title="One Month Already? [Rant alert ! ]" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMRnY8fSp7ImA9WxRSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-2682465975933187930</id><published>2008-09-16T01:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:38:07.875-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T02:38:07.875-05:00</app:edited><title>And people ask me Why !!!</title><content type="html">Over the last few months I've been bombarded with the 'Why are you going back?' question. My response which is usually along the lines of 'I want to live with my family' doesn't seem to satisfy them. The incredulous look that they give me is often followed by something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're crazy dude ... who wants to go back to that hell hole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or ... Are you sure that you've thought through this properly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or ... Are you having immigration issues?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And ... I'm sure you'll realize you're making a mistake and come back running after a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All of that is usually said with a smug and/or arrogant look on their face. They like telling me about countless Pakistanis who went back and then decided later that they had made a mistake. I obviously being quite stubborn have stood my ground and insist that me and my situation WILL be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been only a few people who actually actually understood this urge of mine to move back to Pakistan. And I'm really grateful for that. I got the much needed support from them. After living here for almost six years, Dallas seems more like home than ever. All the quaint little oddities of this town, the dismal performance of the Dallas Mavericks and fun filled memories seem so endearing now. Playing golf every weekend, RV trips to Colorado, hanging out with great friends, road trips on long weekends, having Wii Boxing tournaments with friends and the list goes on. Life seems so perfect sometimes and then as soon as I talk to my father or my mother, everything I have over here begins to look kinda mundane and selfish. I dont think I'll ever find contentment over here regardless of how successful I become or how much money I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, I'll tell you why I've decided to move back; In ONE line and a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do NOT wish to end up like the guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://karmicmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-my-mum-and-dad.html"&gt;in this blog post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. And since it's the month of Ramadan, please remember me in your duas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-2682465975933187930?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2682465975933187930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=2682465975933187930&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2682465975933187930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2682465975933187930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-people-ask-me-why.html" title="And people ask me Why !!!" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MAQHc5cSp7ImA9WxdaGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-6349374653306969119</id><published>2008-08-28T11:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:50:41.929-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T13:50:41.929-05:00</app:edited><title>How marketing is done !!</title><content type="html">Haha -- I came across this on my computer while I was cleaning up some old files ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago there was a sudden rush of adrenaline when me and my friend Younas got bit by the entrepreneurial bug and the result was this really interesting promotional brochure that I created in MS Paintbrush ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds funny now when I read it after such a long time ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/arfeengodil/RoCOvYRjvgI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZYAw2qrUiC0/YellowSite.JPG?imgmax=1024"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/SLbZK91N73I/AAAAAAAABjk/pNk0B9qZ5R8/s400/YellowSite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239613998911844210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      (Click on the image to enlarge it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-6349374653306969119?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6349374653306969119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=6349374653306969119&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6349374653306969119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6349374653306969119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-marketing-is-done.html" title="How marketing is done !!" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/SLbZK91N73I/AAAAAAAABjk/pNk0B9qZ5R8/s72-c/YellowSite.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FSX85eCp7ImA9WxdaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-8727128220071774872</id><published>2008-08-27T16:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:23:38.120-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-27T17:23:38.120-05:00</app:edited><title>Strategy Vrategy</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Strategy                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Strategic Alliance&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;        Strategic Analysis &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Competitive Strategy&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Strategic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Strategic Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Business Strategy       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marketing Strategy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strategic Planning &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strategic Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Growth Strategy &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Strategic Change  &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Corporate Strategy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;blah-blah Strategy&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.   .   .  .  .  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strategic Goo Goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know .. when you were a kid .. there was always a word or a phrase that got so popular, and everybody who was supposedly 'cool' would be using that phrase to sound cooler than they really were. Well things are no different now that we've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Strategy'&lt;/span&gt; is being thrown around by anybody and everybody these days. Now I understand if I hear the CEO of a fortune 500 firm talk about business strategy on Bloomberg tv but what if your 10 year old son tells you that he's trying to make strategic alliances amongst the neighborhood kids . When I was in business school, all I would hear from my class mates and teachers was the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'strategy'&lt;/span&gt; in it's different form and variety. Even our dean used this word several times during his speech at our graduation ceremony. I didn't realize how infectious it was until I found myself using the word 'Strategic Direction' with my friends Younas and Aman in one of our weekly meetings for Pkstudent.  I immediately felt guilty about it ... just like when you find yourself caught in a stupid fad .. and realize how senseless it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firm where I work right now is filled with OLD people who've been there for several 10+ years. I've sat with them in a lot of what we'd call 'Strategy Meetings' but I have NEVER heard them utter the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Strategy'&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, it's just a bug that the newer generation has got bitten by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only other word that would come even close to being thrown around these days is &lt;a href="http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?q=social%20media"&gt;'Social Media'&lt;/a&gt; ..... Go Figure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-8727128220071774872?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8727128220071774872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=8727128220071774872&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8727128220071774872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8727128220071774872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/strategy-vrategy.html" title="Strategy Vrategy" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQX0_eSp7ImA9WxdaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-6250205903976522751</id><published>2008-08-18T16:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:05:00.341-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-18T17:05:00.341-05:00</app:edited><title>Expendable !!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is Expendable ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the words I heard as I walked past the conference room at work.&lt;br /&gt;It was the company's CEO's voice and he was waving a printout of an excel sheet in front of a senior manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass door of the room was closed, so I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. But those two words had quite a chilling effect. I had been hearing about the firm's financial troubles, but I didn't know it had gotten this serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known several people who at one time were trapped in companies in the middle of layoffs or acquisitions and I remember them displaying helplessness about everything happening around them. Some of them worked their butts off hoping that the &lt;a href="http://changingminds.org/explanations/theories/recency_effect.htm"&gt;'Recency Effect'&lt;/a&gt; would work in their favor while others updated their resumes and chatted up their LinkedIn contacts in search for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was now happening to me, I decided to tap into the internal grapevine and went out for lunch with the director of my department who is coincidentally the only other Pakistani in the firm. He confirmed that the layoffs and/or salary reductions were the only course of action left for the firm to stay in business. But he did mention that I didn't have to worry about it as I was not within the axe range 'SO FAR' (his words). He said I was too underpaid anyway to be of any significance to the bottom line :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee -- as much scary this situation might be, the optimist in me is already looking at the possible opportunities. With my move to Pakistan only a month away I think the time is ripe to push even more within my organization to think about outsourcing their menial IT tasks overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me folks as I gear up for the choppy seas ahead. I'm going to try and keep this blog updated so that I can have some outlet for all the pent up energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-6250205903976522751?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6250205903976522751/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=6250205903976522751&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6250205903976522751?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6250205903976522751?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/expendable.html" title="Expendable !!" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMSXw-fCp7ImA9WxdRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-9046399100218405656</id><published>2008-06-05T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:08:08.254-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-05T20:08:08.254-05:00</app:edited><title>An interesting way of thinking about a startup</title><content type="html">During his lecture, a Texas venture capitalist showed a really interesting video to demonstrate a startup company in its early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video, the safety of all four team members depends on perfect co-ordination and communication between each other. If one falls down or starts acting selfishly, the others could potentially get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to the VC, in his thirty years of experience in this industry, he found out that most startups end up the exact same way as this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! and be worried :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7qBMKbPEqw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7qBMKbPEqw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-9046399100218405656?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9046399100218405656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=9046399100218405656&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/9046399100218405656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/9046399100218405656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-way-of-thinking-about.html" title="An interesting way of thinking about a startup" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCQXg_fCp7ImA9WxdSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-6251815509830392334</id><published>2008-05-17T03:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:11:00.644-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-17T04:11:00.644-05:00</app:edited><title>A late night post</title><content type="html">You know sometimes when you're sleepy ... but don't want to go to sleep just yet. It's 3:40 am right now in Dallas ... and I just dont feel like sleeping. It's as if I'm trying to stretch the evening as much as I can to keep the inner peace that I've been feeling tonight. The quiet hiss of the air conditioner over the silence in the apartment seems to have a tranquilizing effect and when the air conditioner goes off .. I can hear sounds of me breathing in a strange calming rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably another reason why I don't feel like sleeping. Tomorrow I'm gonna walk in my grad school commencement ceremony. And surprisingly, I'm not excited about it. First of all, I haven't really graduated yet officially because I still have to take classes during the summer. I decided to walk early because I wasn't sure if I would be here in Dallas in December, when the next commencement ceremonies are going to be held. Secondly, a lot of my friends and some aunts/uncles are going to be there at the ceremony to cheer me on and all their support really means a lot but there's this nagging feeling that I had for the last few days that I couldnt figure out. I should be happy about this right? But instead I'm actually dreading this thing. And then it finally hit me ... I have worked really hard for the last two years to get this degree. Full time school along with a full time job was one of the hardest things I have done so far and I'm extremely proud of this accomplishment. Coming from a family of businessmen, ever since I can remember, I knew that my father wanted me to get my MBA. A lot of career related discussions revolved around the idea that I'd one day get an MBA degree. I remember him telling me over and over about the son of the owner of HKB in Lahore (they were our customer at that time) who did his MBA from LUMS. And my dad was obsessed with the idea of me doing the same thing one day. It was his idea of the highest academic achievement the son of a businessman could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made sure I got the best education possible .. sometimes even if it was outside of our financial realms. It's just amazing that he never said no to anything I wanted (ofcourse within limits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with their Duas and Allah's grace, I've achieved all this that my parents had always dreamed of. And then tomorrow, when I go on stage to get my degree, I sooo want them to be here with me to share this proud moment. I want them to be proud of what THEY have accomplished during their whole lives by raising their kids to become what we are now. And in my mind, it really should be all about them. If they are happy and proud and content, I'll automatically be happy with them. And that really dampens my mood about the graduation tomorrow because they won't be here to see the grand finale of this whole so called formal education path that started many years ago at Les Anges Montessory School, Lahore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-6251815509830392334?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6251815509830392334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=6251815509830392334&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6251815509830392334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6251815509830392334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/wip.html" title="A late night post" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHSX86eSp7ImA9WxdTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-2804763755999315335</id><published>2008-04-10T17:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:28:58.111-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-06T19:28:58.111-05:00</app:edited><title>A Blogging Hiatus</title><content type="html">Lately, it seems like I'm getting pulled in several different directions and I never have time to do everything that I'm supposed to do. Plus I'm at an inflexion point in my life where I'm not sure where I'll end up. And even though there's only a handful of people who check this blog ... I still feel a little guilty of not keeping it up to date. When I started blogging, there were about 20 blogs that I kept up with, and now only 4 of them are still active. Which tells a lot about soul barring/rant heavy blogging in the long run. They don't often scale over in long term unless you write about something purposeful that you feel strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss reading about lives of strangers (spread all around the world) who felt like friends because I followed their blogs &amp;amp; they followed mine. But now I feel like it'll take too much effort to find new people to follow. So I just follow a handful of tech blogs which gives me enough material to read while I goof off at work or fill space on sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll take a break from blogging for some time. I still do a lot of writing, but that's being done at http://www.pkstudent.com . It's more purposeful and more rewarding than my usual ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime,  help us spread the word about http://pkstudent.com and if you'd like to volunteer - email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-2804763755999315335?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2804763755999315335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=2804763755999315335&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2804763755999315335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2804763755999315335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogging-hiatus.html" title="A Blogging Hiatus" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQXg9fip7ImA9WxZVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-6545053381243372814</id><published>2008-03-21T16:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:13:30.666-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-21T17:13:30.666-05:00</app:edited><title>Good Friday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qsw6yKH4I/AAAAAAAABVU/0Dpdtg0Oy9M/s1600-h/hbo.jpg"&gt;                                             &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qsw6yKH4I/AAAAAAAABVU/0Dpdtg0Oy9M/s200/hbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180314690307891074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My DirectTv (satellite tv) suddenly started showing HBO even though I     haven't subscribed to&lt;br /&gt;it. (Technical  glitches in hi-tech equipment can prove to be good sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qtd6yKH5I/AAAAAAAABVc/30DyGaRmUGE/s1600-h/gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qtd6yKH5I/AAAAAAAABVc/30DyGaRmUGE/s200/gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180315463402004370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a coupon for two free games at a hi-tech driving range called top-golf. So you can guess what I'll be doing tonight after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-QvnayKH6I/AAAAAAAABVk/SmNUoLyeD84/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-QvnayKH6I/AAAAAAAABVk/SmNUoLyeD84/s200/shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180317825634017186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received my new cell phone that I ordered a couple of days ago. And no, it's not an iphone. After using brick sized pdas/phones for a few years, I've actually transitioned towards decent sized cellphones (Still a smart phone though). I'll have to spend this weekend bonding with my new phone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-QyAayKH7I/AAAAAAAABVs/4xNDkotkQBQ/s1600-h/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-QyAayKH7I/AAAAAAAABVs/4xNDkotkQBQ/s200/race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180320454154002354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got plans to go watch the Indian movie 'Race' today. Lets hope it's as good as the trailers make it sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qyg6yKH9I/AAAAAAAABV8/NfbKl02_bQM/s1600-h/tgif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qyg6yKH9I/AAAAAAAABV8/NfbKl02_bQM/s200/tgif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180321012499750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least .. it's FRIDAY!! I've had one helluva week .. so I'm looking forward to getting a little R&amp;amp;R this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-6545053381243372814?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6545053381243372814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=6545053381243372814&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6545053381243372814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6545053381243372814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html" title="Good Friday" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoYncsUxzGQ/R-Qsw6yKH4I/AAAAAAAABVU/0Dpdtg0Oy9M/s72-c/hbo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DQHs4eSp7ImA9WxZWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-3946614888090212903</id><published>2008-03-18T15:39:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:14:31.531-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-19T12:14:31.531-05:00</app:edited><title>LUMS - Comics</title><content type="html">Came across &lt;a href="http://lumscomics.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog during one of those pointless browsing at work .. it's pretty funny and does bring back some memories of LUMS.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6332/25malehostelsss1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6332/25malehostelsss1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/1791/firstcomicstrip2ce0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/1791/firstcomicstrip2ce0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/6789/4thcomic2bg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/6789/4thcomic2bg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/1976/23transformationsgn9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/1976/23transformationsgn9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/5517/7thcomic2mq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/5517/7thcomic2mq7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the above picture reminds me of my best friend Aman. You would have thought that this tendency to outperform all his peers would end after he graduated from college. But NO! During the ski lessons in New Mexico last weekend, he was with us in our group of eight friends. And while the rest of us were still trying hard to stay on our feet and not fall down, Aman was gliding down the slope (almost effortlessly) and became a favorite of our ski instructor. It felt like I was back in one of our classes at LUMS where Aman would be asking all these ridiculously advanced questions to the teacher, while the rest of us sat there giving him murderous looks .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* btw, I exaggerated that a little ... Aman is one of the smartest people I know  but he continues to underestimate himself. I think his down to earth nature is what everybody loves about him ... (if I were a girl, I would have ended this with a 'Muaah') LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-3946614888090212903?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3946614888090212903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=3946614888090212903&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/3946614888090212903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/3946614888090212903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/lums-comics.html" title="LUMS - Comics" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMRXsycCp7ImA9WxZXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-8205886855918733257</id><published>2008-03-04T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:56:24.598-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-05T16:56:24.598-06:00</app:edited><title>I'm a nomad .....</title><content type="html">I've moved so many times in the last 5 years I've been in the US.&lt;br /&gt;And I moved again last weekend and while I was lugging a huge couch up to the 3rd floor, I decided I'd write a blog post about my moving experiences that I might one day read and laugh about. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none ; margin-left: -0.05in; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Dates &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: windowtext windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comments about the Apartment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: windowtext windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1pt 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reasons for Leaving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feb 2003 -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sep 2003&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First ever home of my own. I shared the apartment with my   cousin and set it up (like a typical bachelor pad) It was a lot of fun and I   did my first cooking experiments there. Being the place of my own, I’ll   always have fond memories of the place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my best friends from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;   moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;,   so we decided to get a bigger apartment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sept 2003 – April 2004&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A nice place with a view of the pool. And the rent was soo   cheap – it wasn’t long before we found out why. The apartment complex was   highly subsidized by the city to provide housing for the less fortunate (read   unemployed – I’m trying not to sound racial here) people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The neighborhood was so bad I remember that I used to hide   my laptop in my dirty clothes basket when I would leave the apartment because   I was afraid of a break-in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 3.2pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt; height: 3.2pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;April 2004 – Dec 2004 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt; height: 3.2pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moved to a nice apartment complex. Decided to spend a   little money on furniture to make this place look like home. Another friend   moved in with us from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;   but soon left afterwards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in; height: 3.2pt;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin bought a used mattress which was accompanied by   tons of bed-bugs. After they spread out to all our furniture (and several   failed fumigation attempts) we decided to trash all our furniture and move.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dec 2004 – June 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;,   TX&lt;br /&gt;  Back to a small apartment with no furniture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally graduated and got a job in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Since my roommates were still in college,   we decided to get a plan halfway between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;   and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;June 2005 – November 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Irving&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;   TX&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A really huge 3 bedroom apartment with a view of the pool   again. We all pitched in to buy new furniture for the apartment and swore we   wouldn’t move again – even though it felt like we were living in the middle   of little-mexico. :p &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little did we know that God had other plans for us. One   sunny Saturday morning, our neighbor burned down the whole building. Luckily   I was able to get out of there in time with one shoe on and my work laptop. (my   personal laptop died in that fire *sniff sniff*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;November 2005 – June 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Irving&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The apartment complex gave us a smaller apartment that was available at that   time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note that we were back at square zero without any   furniture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin also graduated and we decided to split with our   other roommate (due to differences in opinions) and we moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;June 2006 – April 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A nice little 2 bed, 2 bath apartment in a predominantly   white neighborhood with our own country club, lakes, jogging trail and a bar   !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We bought furniture AGAIN !!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin decided to move back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and   I decided to move to a place of my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;April 2007 – Feb 29 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,    &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still in the same neighborhood and living by myself. Life   got a little boring at this time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got bored and when a friend decided to move in this area, we   decided to get a place together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 81pt;" valign="top" width="108"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;March 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; – present&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 243pt;" valign="top" width="324"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just moved in this new place last weekend. It’s an awesome   place and we again have a view of the pool!! We bought more furniture here –   lets see how long this lasts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 1.7in;" valign="top" width="163"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets see what its going to be this time. I have a feeling   it’s going to be soon !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-8205886855918733257?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8205886855918733257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=8205886855918733257&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8205886855918733257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8205886855918733257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-nomad.html" title="I'm a nomad ....." /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAAQn0ycCp7ImA9WxZRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-6782846154187579992</id><published>2008-02-08T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:09:03.398-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T13:09:03.398-06:00</app:edited><title>Feeling emotional?</title><content type="html">I was in my car last night, driving at around 40 mph - It was dark, cloudy and the road was almost deserted. The radio was blaring but I was lost in thought about yet another peculiarity of life and was barely listening to the babbling of the radio DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this song came up. In the backdrop that I just described to you above ... the song was just mesmerizing. I hung on to every single word and could feel the emotions behind each sentence. It was a feeling that I can't replicate again even if I listen to the song a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't seen 'Tare Zameen Par' go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3e90UZQ5p0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3e90UZQ5p0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-6782846154187579992?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6782846154187579992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=6782846154187579992&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6782846154187579992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/6782846154187579992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-emotional.html" title="Feeling emotional?" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcASXc6eip7ImA9WxZSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-5247388195877506169</id><published>2008-01-25T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:07:28.912-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-25T18:07:28.912-06:00</app:edited><title>Data Center art !!</title><content type="html">Now we've seen almost all kinds of art .. but i can assure you that you havent seen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2216487046_b7ca640f56_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2216487046_b7ca640f56_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2215694547_54a425c877_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2215694547_54a425c877_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2215694485_ec3583babd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2215694485_ec3583babd_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little bit less aesthetically pleasing data center sights .... or u can call this a network admin nightmare :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2277/2180039413_f54b142ff4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2277/2180039413_f54b142ff4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a totally random treat for those of you who don't keep your monitors clean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.valleywag.com/assets/resources/screenclean.swf" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://cache.valleywag.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/assets/resources/screencl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ean.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy:&lt;br /&gt;http://royal.pingdom.com/?p=240&lt;br /&gt;http://royal.pingdom.com/?p=234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-5247388195877506169?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5247388195877506169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=5247388195877506169&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/5247388195877506169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/5247388195877506169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/data-center-art.html" title="Data Center art !!" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHSH45eyp7ImA9WxZTFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-5733559478476853408</id><published>2008-01-17T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:28:59.023-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-17T12:28:59.023-06:00</app:edited><title>D x V x FS &gt; R</title><content type="html">One thing that you would notice about engineers is that they love equations, formulas and proved theorems. If you don't believe me, try this: Ask an engineer for help with a simple math or physics problem. You will suddenly see the guy's mood become brighter as he warms up to the challenge and jumps right into the problem (This is how geeks reminisce about college -- Instead of fraternities/parties/spring breaks.) The final answer would consist of some extremely advanced formula or theorem that you've never heard of before and you end up being more confused about the subject than before. (And this is how they show off ... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there aren't any formulas to help us out in real life (e.g social situations) BUT I attended a seminar last week in school in which we discussed a couple of frameworks to deal with a few particular situations at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following information will be not new to you. In fact, we all do this unconsciously in our mind,  but I thought it was cool to have it written down as a framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For example, when dealing with an issue at work/writing emails use the following framework :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; is the issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So What&lt;/span&gt; impact does it have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now What&lt;/span&gt; can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; needs to be involved?&lt;br /&gt;What are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Steps&lt;/span&gt; needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A safe way to provide feedback to a friend/colleague/team member:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you &lt;u&gt;     describe behavior      &lt;/u&gt;  the impact on  &lt;u&gt;       me/group   &lt;/u&gt;is ____ .&lt;br /&gt;I feel    &lt;u&gt;    Describe a feeling (Cannot start with 'that')   &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need from you is &lt;u&gt;  Result   &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clear mis-understanding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed _______ because of ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never use the following phrases :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;What ever !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering that title of this post meant:&lt;br /&gt;D  x  V  x  FS  &gt;  R&lt;br /&gt;Dissatisfaction x Vision x First Steps &gt; Resistance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-5733559478476853408?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5733559478476853408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=5733559478476853408&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/5733559478476853408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/5733559478476853408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-x-v-x-fs-r.html" title="D x V x FS &gt; R" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIER3k4eSp7ImA9WB9UGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-8689681069999132125</id><published>2007-12-17T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:45:06.731-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T01:45:06.731-06:00</app:edited><title>The declining cost of communication ..</title><content type="html">Technology has been known to drive costs down and increase efficiency. You see it everywhere from hi-tech machinery in huge manufacturing plants to simple technology in your home/office. But there's one area where you could argue that the declining cost has actually made it more inefficient. I'm talking about the cost of communication. Now, dont' get me wrong, I really think that cell phones, email, fax etc help us work and live more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pointing more towards the social aspect of communication. Usually the cost of communicating to somebody is a signal of how important you consider that dialog to be. For example, There is a difference between taking out time to go to a friend's house to say hi, compared to writing a two liner comment on somebody's myspace/facebook profile.  Now it might seem that I'm comparing apples with oranges, but lets look at how most teenagers and a lot of people in their twenties are managing their social network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep in touch with my 100+ friends using facebook. 60% of the people are those that I  haven't talked offline in years. 30% of them are people that I barely know and have met only a couple of times. But I usually never forget to wish them on their birthdays because facebook conveniently reminds me on the right day. And all I have to do is put  in a quick 'Happy Birthday' on their profile and Im done. I find out about their graduations, weddings, kids being born .... all right away and I get to congratulate them by putting comments on their pictures or posts on their profile. If I feel like I haven't talked to somebody in a while, I feel obligated to send them a short 'Whats up' message every couple of months and they reply back with an equally obligatory reply which doesn't say much but satisfies the requirement that we keep in touch. So in effect I communicate with my close friends/family in the exact same way that I communicate with friends I barely know. I can post about all the drama in my life on my blog instead of discussing it in person with my closest friends/family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see where I'm going with this? If you take away this whole social networks/IM thing, I would be forced to narrow my close friends/colleagues circle to about 20-30 people and actually meet them or talk to them on the phone more often. The socialization would be real (and not fake), deeper and more healthy. The fact that technology has made it so easy to communicate, it's becoming harder to express the effort or thought that you've put into that particular dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are some of the negative side effects of making it so easy to communicate with the rest of the world. Now I've seriously thought about quiting facebook (because it can get addicting) but then I dont do it because I dont want to be out of touch with about half of my family/friends who live on the other side of the world. Plus, I need to something to do to waste time while I'm at work .. right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-8689681069999132125?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8689681069999132125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=8689681069999132125&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8689681069999132125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/8689681069999132125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2007/12/declining-cost-of-communication.html" title="The declining cost of communication .." /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBQ3g8eyp7ImA9WB9UFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-115479199320717653</id><published>2007-12-13T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:47:32.673-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-13T21:47:32.673-06:00</app:edited><title>Feeling Benevolent ?</title><content type="html">So lets say you came up with this great business idea that was pretty low risk and required very little investment. To add a twist to it, lets assume that you're a poor widow and have 3 little kids to take care of and live in a small rented place in a third world country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I might have gone overboard to paint that picture, but that is usually the profile of most borrowers at &lt;a href="http://www.Kiva.org"&gt;http://www.Kiva.org&lt;/a&gt; It's just a brilliant idea where Kiva is using the global reach of the internet to make short term loans to people like those. The incredible thing is that out of the $2.3 million that they've loaned out, they have had a 99.80% recovery rate. Try comparing that to the bad debt provision of your local credit union who loans out money to huge corporations ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check it out, you can loan as little as $25 and you can choose the business/entrepreneur you like. And you get your money back within 12-24 months. Now you can touch the lives of real people who need help with a few clicks of your mouse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT type='text/javascript' src='http://www.kiva.org/banners/bannerBlock.php'&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-115479199320717653?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/115479199320717653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=115479199320717653&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/115479199320717653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/115479199320717653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-benevolent.html" title="Feeling Benevolent ?" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQEQXo_eSp7ImA9WB9UFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-4191438911977797176</id><published>2007-12-11T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:45:00.441-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-11T13:45:00.441-06:00</app:edited><title>Things to do: Buy a drum set!</title><content type="html">So ... I realized that with a full time job, grad school in the evenings, working on some side projects like &lt;a href="http://www.pkstudent.com"&gt;pkstudent.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.webcentric-solutions.com"&gt;Webcentric Solutions&lt;/a&gt; -- I needed something else to consume my almost non-existent free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BUY A DRUM SET !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me will be rolling their eyes at this moment .. but I don't really care ... because you all will be scrambling for seats when me and my future local band will be playing a gig at a local amphitheater under the stars !!!! lol .. (See .. I'm not even dreaming BIG this time .. all I need is a LOCAL band and a small gig at a LOCAL amphitheater with an audience of a couple of hundred) Is that so hard to give GOD ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of issues here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I want to spend several hundred dollars on something that I might never learn to play?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you even allowed to have a drum in an apartment?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I even have a knack for drum beats?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So while I ponder about those things ... Lets just enjoy this short video :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNpelsDXQrU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNpelsDXQrU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-4191438911977797176?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4191438911977797176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=4191438911977797176&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4191438911977797176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/4191438911977797176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-to-do-buy-drum-set.html" title="Things to do: Buy a drum set!" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIESXw7cCp7ImA9WB9UFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-2656457882802418084</id><published>2007-12-11T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:15:08.208-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-11T13:15:08.208-06:00</app:edited><title>Word of the day: 'Nuclear Family'</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;NEW DELHI: Indians who neglect their aging parents could be jailed under a new law passed by parliament Thursday ... Elderly people are increasingly being regarded in India as a burden as nuclear families become the norm against the backdrop of rapid economic development that is fast breaking down traditions.&lt;a href="http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2007%5C12%5C08%5Cstory_8-12-2007_pg4_17"&gt; .. more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this on the radio this morning (And yeah .. you can call me a FOB but I do listen to the desi radio station in the car sometimes -- they usually have good music on there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway .. I started thinking about how Pakistan is always trailing behind India by a few years. A lot of social and cultural changes that happened in India a few years ago are now slowly appearing in Pakistan. So I wonder how soon will we be seeing  similar laws about neglecting parents coming to our country. Although I doubt such a law could be effectively implemented in any country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, these &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_family"&gt;'nuclear families'&lt;/a&gt; are gradually gaining ground even in Pakistan. I guess it's the price one has to pay for 'modernization'. I'm not sure where I'm trying to go with this post ... but I just get ticked off when I see people not providing their parents with an adequate living while they themselves live a much luxurious life. It just doesn't seem right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-2656457882802418084?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2656457882802418084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=2656457882802418084&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2656457882802418084?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/2656457882802418084?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2007/12/word-of-day-nuclear-family.html" title="Word of the day: 'Nuclear Family'" /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMRX47eCp7ImA9WB9QGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16984132.post-7545253111455462443</id><published>2007-10-31T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:39:44.000-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-31T17:39:44.000-05:00</app:edited><title>A stroke of luck ....</title><content type="html">So lets assume that there's a really important event/task coming up that you're trying to prepare for. It could be anything from a big exam or an interview for a position that you really really want or maybe a big project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're freaking out, because this is important to you and you're working hard to prepare for it. And then comes this person who's really important in your life, somebody you look up to and have always tried to win their approval ever since you were a kid. And this person tries to placate you by saying ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh don't worry, it's going to be okay because your luck has just been phenomenal in the last few years so you're bound to get it right'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like somebody just punched you in the stomach .... You couldn't believe that he just associated everything that you have achieved in your life, all the hard work that you've done to just pure LUCK!! You don't say anything to him, but still feel a little sad about not getting recognition for all that you've done to even get to this point since, according to him, it was just all luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours roll by, you still have all that stuff going on in your head, but now you're not angry anymore and you start thinking about some of your family/friends/acquaintances who were about the same age as you. When growing up they were subjected to the same harsh realities of life as you ... but unfortunately they are not doing as well as you are today. Were they not as hard working as you? They probably were. Some of them even more smarter than you. So how come you got to be where you are right now and not them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hits you !!! You were lucky!! You think of all the times in your life when you thought that your life was ruined and there was no way you could get out of that mess .. but somehow it would all work out in the end and you would congratulate yourself for a job well done ... You realize that hard work is absolutely necessary but there are a lot of things that are out of your control and we should be thankful to God for all that he has given us. And you can never thank him enough for what all you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point your mind just gets boggled at the fact that you used to think of yourself as some hot-shot SOB only a few hours ago and now trembling with fear at the realization that you don't control anything, instead it's all because of Allah's will and our parents' duas which we sometimes refer to as luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16984132-7545253111455462443?l=arfeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7545253111455462443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16984132&amp;postID=7545253111455462443&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7545253111455462443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16984132/posts/default/7545253111455462443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arfeen.blogspot.com/2007/10/stroke-of-luck.html" title="A stroke of luck ...." /><author><name>Arf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1626/320/keyboards.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

