Greetings . Salaam Namastae-ji to one and all . 2 more days for the year to end . I just can't wait for 2008 . Utmost special year . I simply can't wait to embrace the new change . Oh yes . Life's unpredictability - the arising tension peppered with some suspense is something that we have to look for . Yes ? .


I watched my favourite "Mohabbatein" again . I can still remember how crazy I was over that particular movie . ( Well I have my reasons of course ) . So once again , I was admiring the beautiful poem that Shah Rukh Khan reads before the start of the " Aankhein Khuli " song . Instantly someone most graciously gave me the english translation for the whole song . Yummy .


The poem goes like this :


There once was a mad girl ,
who was utterly devoted to a certain boy .
Eyes downcast , blushing , she wandered the streets .
She would write letters in secret ;
perhaps there was something she just had to say .
Who knows who she was afraid of ?
Whenever she met me , she would ask me ,
"What is love like ? "
And I could only say this :


( Now the song begins )


"Whether your eyes are open or closed ,
they'll only see the one they love . "

How can I tell you , friends , what this
thing called love is like ?

" Whether your eyes are open or closed ,
they'll only see the one they love. "




Today , once we've fallen for someone ,
we'll see for ourselves , friends

What is love like ? We'll do it and see for ourselves .

Lost in thoughts of someone , we
embroidered dreams about them .

Sleeping in someone's embrace , we made
them our own .
Oh friend , in love one neither wakes nor sleeps !

How can I tell you what this love is like ?




What is it ? It's some type of magic , one
that just takes you over .
Your heart breaks through a thousand
defenses and escapes .

All these decisions are made somewhere
in the distant skies above .
Who knows when , where and how you
might meet your soulmate ?

Your heart is promised to the one whose
name is inscribed upon it .

How can I tell you what this love is like ?


Beautiful ? . Yes I know :))


Ok . On a sad note , I'm quite disturbed by the death of Benazir Bhutto . One of the best female leaders whom we have ever seen . Born on 21st of June in 1953 , she came a long long way to attain academic excellance . She passed her O levels when she was 15 and went on to do her A levels locally . After which , she went to USA - Radcliffe College at Harvard University to do her Bachelor of Arts degree . Oh yes , she was also elected to be part of the " Phi Beta Kappa " Society . Soon after , she studied " Philosophy , Politics and Economics at Lady Margaret Hall , Oxford . She also completed a course in International Law and Diplomacy at Oxford . And lastly , guess what !! She became the first ASIAN woman to head the prestigious debating society .


One thing that I really admired in her was her guts . She really brought upon an array of changes into Pakistan - especially for the females . I really respect her for voicing out for the women . An intelligent woman equipped with the power and the humility . Man . Fuck the assassinator . He killed a woman who could've brought a HUGE change into the world . Damn you . Ass ! Do you fucking think that you have the rights to exterminate a life away just like that ? . Gosh . Irresponsible individual(s) . The mastermind should be executed as per LEGAL rules . Rot in hell .


On a brighter note , a beautiful story my bestfriend sent me .


There is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.


If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow. As you stand and watch these two horses, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.


When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.


Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.


Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.


And remember:


be kinder than necessary.

Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Leave the rest to God





Lastly ,


chalte chalte yuun hii ruk jaata huun main
baithe baithe kahiin kho jaata huun main
kahate kahate hii chup ho jaata huun main
kya yehii pyaar hai kya yehii pyaar hai
haan yehii pyaar hai haan yehii pyaar hai

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

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Manchester United

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