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			<title>kabhi kabhi merey dil mein khayaal ata hai</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 04:57:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[( :*) heard this after years...everything has paused within me)  
 
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKMPf737pp0&feature=fvw 
 
 
 
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai 
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai 
Ki jaise tujhko banaya gaya hai mere liye]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>( :*) heard this after years...everything has paused within me) <br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKMPf737pp0&amp;feature=fvw" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKMPf737pp0&amp;feature=fvw</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Ki jaise tujhko banaya gaya hai mere liye<br />
Ki jaise tujhko banaya gaya hai mere liye<br />
Tu abse pehle sitaaron mein bas rahi thi kahin<br />
Tu abse pehle sitaaron mein bas rahi thi kahin<br />
Tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye<br />
Tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye<br />
<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Ki ye badan ye nigaahein meri amaanat hain<br />
Ki ye badan ye nigaahein meri amaanat hain<br />
Ye gesuon ki ghani chhaon hain meri khatir<br />
Ye honth aur ye baahein meri amaanat hain<br />
Ye honth aur ye baahein meri amaanat hain<br />
<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Ki jaise bajti hain shehnaaiyaan si raahon mein<br />
Ki jaise bajti hain shehnaaiyaan si raahon mein<br />
Suhaag raat hain ghoonghat utha raha hoon main<br />
Suhaag raat hain ghoonghat utha raha hoon main<br />
Simat rahi hai tu sharma ke apni baahon mein<br />
Simat rahi hai tu sharma ke apni baahon mein<br />
<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Ki jaise tu mujhe chaahegi umr bhar yoohin<br />
Uthegi meri taraf pyaar ki nazar yoohin<br />
Main jaanta hoon ki tu geir hai magar yoohin<br />
Main jaanta hoon ki tu geir hai magar yoohin<br />
<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai<br />
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai</div>

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			<title>College--old days</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:07:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I am missing those wonderful years of college life :) 
 
it was so much fun back then being with friends in classes, getting stressed over exams, hanging out after :d every class for couple of minutes, matching your schedule with a friend's so you could spend more time doing nothing, working in...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I am missing those wonderful years of college life :)<br />
<br />
it was so much fun back then being with friends in classes, getting stressed over exams, hanging out after :d every class for couple of minutes, matching your schedule with a friend's so you could spend more time doing nothing, working in library :d and chill.<br />
<br />
old days.<br />
<br />
I MISS ST. JOHNS. :( :(</div>

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			<title>FINALS</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 01:57:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>they are around the corner and i have this huge project coming up but i dont feel like working on it.  
 
i want to run away. 
 
i think panic attacks are on its way  
 
(EXAMS) 
 
 
nia needs to get  off gupshup and do her work.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>they are around the corner and i have this huge project coming up but i dont feel like working on it. <br />
<br />
i want to run away.<br />
<br />
i think panic attacks are on its way <br />
<br />
(EXAMS)<br />
<br />
<br />
nia needs to get  off gupshup and do her work.<br />
[i wanna play some of those games in the game section.. i love some of them.. lets see if i can beat a guppie on it]</div>

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			<title>rukhsati</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 01:54:16 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I have been thinking about that moment when my mom will come in the room to take me outside towards the wedding hall.   
  
Gosh just that thought brings tears to my eyes.  
I think best thing will be not to make an eye contact otherwise that makeup will be washed away (I hardly ever cry, my...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I have been thinking about that moment when my mom will come in the room to take me outside towards the wedding hall.  <br />
 <br />
Gosh just that thought brings tears to my eyes. <br />
I think best thing will be not to make an eye contact otherwise that makeup will be washed away (I hardly ever cry, my philosophy is make everyone else cry but when i cry-- I CRY). <br />
<br />
I can imagine myself in my lehnga and holding on to a table, chair or a bed. <br />
<br />
any sugestions girls?<br />
<br />
(dil mein bhi ek ajeeb sa toofaan ho ga)<br />
<br />
even though i will probably move within 3 miles radius from my mother --- it still hurts. <br />
<br />
I am very tight with my mother and my siblings. Oh and I can't even imagine looking at abu ji especially that day. ( i am his oldest child and his favorite :D).</div>

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			<title><![CDATA["shadi shuda"]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 01:32:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I recently went to this gathering where after few mintes i realized i wasn't really invited towards certain crowd. (reason: Not married yet).  
 
I guess since i cant talk about kids, husband or sas baho episodes yet i am not from that crowd.  
 
You know its so true we claim to be totally American...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I recently went to this gathering where after few mintes i realized i wasn't really invited towards certain crowd. (reason: Not married yet). <br />
<br />
I guess since i cant talk about kids, husband or sas baho episodes yet i am not from that crowd. <br />
<br />
You know its so true we claim to be totally American with few drops of desi blood in us but yet we all act like a pure desi knuckle heads from inside (stop pointing fingers at me you know what i mean). <br />
<br />
Anywayz after doing my normal buk buk  i decided to shut up and played games in my phone (yeah like i was looking forward to that). <br />
<br />
Glad it was over in few hours.<br />
<br />
<br />
But it got me thinking. <br />
<br />
So if i dont get married i am not going to be invited to certain parties, shadis or certain get togethers. <br />
<br />
NICE.</div>

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			<title>shadi ki teyaariyaa</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 03:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Ami ji is serious now! 
 
abh to shadi ho ke rahey gi *yikes* 
 
sometimes something pauses within me.  
 
Turning 27 this year! i guess its about time. 
 
kabhi kabhi merey dil mein  
khayaal ataa haai</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Ami ji is serious now!<br />
<br />
abh to shadi ho ke rahey gi *yikes*<br />
<br />
sometimes something pauses within me. <br />
<br />
Turning 27 this year! i guess its about time.<br />
<br />
kabhi kabhi merey dil mein <br />
khayaal ataa haai<br />
......</div>

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			<title>Shairi</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 08:00:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Years ago i started to drift away from the world of shair--o-shairi. I always thought expressing yourself in a peotic way was very attractive.  
 
I wrote 2 poems a day atleast and then call up all friends and make them hear my painful words. It was nice. It was fun.  
 
But now i cant write.  
...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Years ago i started to drift away from the world of shair--o-shairi. I always thought expressing yourself in a peotic way was very attractive. <br />
<br />
I wrote 2 poems a day atleast and then call up all friends and make them hear my painful words. It was nice. It was fun. <br />
<br />
But now i cant write. <br />
<br />
After every few weeks one or two lines would pop up from some where and then booom i go though that brain freeze zone. <br />
<br />
for example <br />
<br />
Muhabat abh thaam chuki hai <br />
<br />
i cant think...<br />
<br />
i hate *******aan .. it gives me free time and then i start thinking about all the stupid things such as poetry... and then get sad.. cause good poetry is usually a sad one.</div>

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			<title>sunte aein hain jore asmaano mein bante hain</title>
			<link>http://www.paklinks.com/gs/blogs/nia_khan/45024-sunte-aein-hain-jore-asmaano-mein-bante-hain.html</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 02:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[haan wakehi... 
jortey to asmano mein bante hain.  
 
I believe by the age of 25 we have all fallen in and out of love atleast once. Majority of the time in a decent family things don't work out because of family;or shall i say parents.  
 
In past few months i have seen few friends who have...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>haan wakehi...<br />
jortey to asmano mein bante hain. <br />
<br />
I believe by the age of 25 we have all fallen in and out of love atleast once. Majority of the time in a decent family things don't work out because of family;or shall i say parents. <br />
<br />
In past few months i have seen few friends who have shattered in tiny pieces in a heart beat. They didn't have strength to go forward and accepted that rejection their parents gave them towards their relationships. <br />
<br />
They borke their heart and accepted their parent's order and have moved on with their lives with other people but some are still on that boat that goes no where but its floating!<br />
<br />
kiyaa kayaamt ke din mauh aur bap se pooch nahi ho gi?<br />
what would they tell Allah tala that they gave so much pain to their own kids which was unbareable for that child for years?<br />
<br />
I tell myself everyday i wont turn out to be something like that. I am sure our parents probably went through a smilliar hurriance  which caused disaster for years to come and then that damn aftermath that lasts for years.</div>

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			<title>and life goes on</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:41:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Nani ami passed away few years ago; i was very young to understand the meaning of having grand parents in your life. and about 2 years ago i lost my dada abu and dani ami.  
 
I became very close to my oldest khala after nani ami's death. We would talk for hours on the phone. She would give the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Nani ami passed away few years ago; i was very young to understand the meaning of having grand parents in your life. and about 2 years ago i lost my dada abu and dani ami. <br />
<br />
I became very close to my oldest khala after nani ami's death. We would talk for hours on the phone. She would give the best advice she possibly could. My heart felt at peace whenever we finished talking. Khala kept on asking me to come down and meet in Pakistan for years but my life had all the plans against me. Some how we managed to go back home last year {abu ji has been sick for years- so we couldnt really leave him behind}.<br />
<br />
We had a plan to stay over at my mamo's house. Khala ji came there to see me. She looked fo fragile but yet extremely strong minded woman. I huged her for good 10 mins. We sat down and my head wouldnt wanna leave her shoulder. We laughed, we cried we stayed up almost all night and talked. <br />
<br />
I can hear her voice  right now - she would call me &quot; biley, merey suney&quot; and called everyone including me &quot;AP&quot;. <br />
<br />
Gurjranwala was my khala's house- she looked like an image of nani ami and 2 days ago she herself became an image. <br />
<br />
He called me and gave the news- me and sis we didn't believe him we called back to reconfirm. I had no idea how to tell my mom-khala ji took care of mom as her own daughter. ami itna roi auir itna tarpi jese pani mein sey michali kisi ne nikal di ho.<br />
<br />
i cant believe this- i am sitting here and writing about my dead khala. i lost my nani ami again. it hurts and i wanna cry par ami ko hosla kuan dey ga. I hate being the oldest one. <br />
<br />
i miss her..un se bat kar ke sakon sa a jata tha- i knew my nani ami was saying duas for me. now i dont have a nani ami who would say prayers for me. <br />
<br />
<br />
asa lagta hai sar pe se ek chaat ka kona gir gaya ho...<br />
<br />
Wah re Teri kudrat....<br />
we were born to be tested on this earth - while we are here we have relationships but in reality all of us are on our own when we go six feet under ground. <br />
<br />
People say your prayers before they are said for you......<br />
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<br />
it hurts</div>

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			<title>Wedding Card!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:06:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[My sister came over and shoved a box on my face.  
 
As i flipped it had wedding invitation for her from her friend. The reason she gave it me was to come up with some ideas for my card.  
 
As i pulled out the card [it was that roller thing]. I felt brain dead for a while.  
 
I thought of...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>My sister came over and shoved a box on my face. <br />
<br />
As i flipped it had wedding invitation for her from her friend. The reason she gave it me was to come up with some ideas for my card. <br />
<br />
As i pulled out the card [it was that roller thing]. I felt brain dead for a while. <br />
<br />
I thought of something similar while ago but things have changed now.....</div>

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			<title>Planing</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>we are talking about wedding dresses these days.  
Mom and sis are talking about when to leave for Pakistan 
Discussion on gifts is going on 
What type of arrangements 
 
 
planing planing and planing</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>we are talking about wedding dresses these days. <br />
Mom and sis are talking about when to leave for Pakistan<br />
Discussion on gifts is going on<br />
What type of arrangements<br />
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<br />
planing planing and planing</div>

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			<title>Bad Times</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 03:08:30 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Abu ji hasn't been feeling well for almost a week but alhumdullilah today he felt much better.He scared us all but shukar hai he is good.  
 
but during this entire week it clearly showed me who are my true friends?  
 
One friend showed up first day as if he/she did ehsaaan on me and didn't bother...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Abu ji hasn't been feeling well for almost a week but alhumdullilah today he felt much better.He scared us all but shukar hai he is good. <br />
<br />
but during this entire week it clearly showed me who are my true friends? <br />
<br />
One friend showed up first day as if he/she did ehsaaan on me and didn't bother asking or keeping in touch after that.<br />
<br />
Then another one i called in middle of night cause i needed to ask them something. I guess they were sleeping but if i see a missed call especially in middle of night i would call my friend back no later then morning. But lucky me i got No call in return. <br />
<br />
<br />
But i guess i got to their 2nd face  :~) <br />
<br />
Then their were friends who are Resident Docs. They would call and came by to see how abu was doing. Called every day and made sure they were all there for me. <br />
<br />
You know what pisses me off I go extra 200 miles if i have to for my friends. But i see where i stand. <br />
<br />
Another good friend told me to smack myself and stop expecting things from people.</div>

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			<title>and.....</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 04:53:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Wedding Planning has begun.... 
 
everything inside me seems paused!</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Wedding Planning has begun....<br />
<br />
everything inside me seems paused!</div>

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			<title>Timing issues with Desi People!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 18:02:02 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It pisses me off so bad when people dont call back and to cancel the plan and leave you in middle hanging.  
 
I mean i understand everyone has things to do. We all got issues that we have to deal with and sometimes you have to cancel the plan. But what pisses me off is someone gives you a rough...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>It pisses me off so bad when people dont call back and to cancel the plan and leave you in middle hanging. <br />
<br />
I mean i understand everyone has things to do. We all got issues that we have to deal with and sometimes you have to cancel the plan. But what pisses me off is someone gives you a rough time but does not follow up on it. <br />
<br />
So i made another change stopped expecting people to be there for me it shows a lot about them. How responsible they are?<br />
<br />
just pathetic!<br />
<br />
<br />
I hate those desi aunties who also pop in your house unannounced :mad: - i mean i could have had a plan to go out on a nice date or something [like i have one in real * rolleyes]<br />
<br />
Call and let someoen know you are coming over or you are not- simple <br />
<br />
amaareeeka a gaey par amaareeki seekhi nahee</div>

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			<title>High School Friends!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 17:58:01 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>They say it right that old is gold... 
 
 
I meet up with an old friend who i know for over 10 years at this piont yesterday. It was nice to have dinner with her. We decided to skip the movie just go to the dinner and chat.  
 
WELL WELL-- i meet her after a while and we all have changed. We...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>They say it right that old is gold...<br />
<br />
<br />
I meet up with an old friend who i know for over 10 years at this piont yesterday. It was nice to have dinner with her. We decided to skip the movie just go to the dinner and chat. <br />
<br />
WELL WELL-- i meet her after a while and we all have changed. We started to talk about our highschool days. <br />
<br />
Gosh i have changed so much. <br />
<br />
HS days were awesome.</div>

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