<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369</id><updated>2012-02-08T20:17:04.707-08:00</updated><category term='Five Star without loved ones'/><category term='Coping after Pitaji'/><category term='May his soul rest in peace. 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MY COACH'/><category term='Indispensable'/><category term='Roopa'/><category term='for my female friends'/><category term='be aware'/><category term='Saddam Vs Gandhi'/><category term='Netaji ki JD'/><category term='Living with and without saboteur'/><category term='I am converting-II'/><category term='I am Converting -III'/><category term='“Verily to Allah we belong and to Him we return”'/><category term='Travel alone is not an easy task'/><category term='Now or never'/><category term='my letter to Obama.'/><category term='let&apos;s be on the RIDE'/><title type='text'>SAVVY VIEW</title><subtitle type='html'>How I see the world around me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-8207002681579677827</id><published>2012-01-19T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:17:28.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coping after Pitaji'/><title type='text'>coping</title><content type='html'>You are GONE Pitaji. Here; I am sitting alone in my office. Recollecting the time I had spent with you in your last few days. Trying hard to understand HIS planning. HIS divine intervention to allow me to be with you in your last few days. It was beyond my imagination to even seek this time in my prayers. I knew it wasn’t that easy to be in your world again. But who is a better PLANNER than HIM? HE decided to bless me with your company in your last few days &amp;amp; more importantly in your last few hours. I could not be with you all those years but my GOD knew that I deserved this time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again; HE made me realized that HE is there for me. I met you. I spoke to you. Heard you &amp;amp; your innocent desires for “curd and papaya”. I was with you in those last few hours prior to your final departure. You were shining like a star. Perhaps this is what they call it “NOOR”. I saw the same bright &amp;amp; divine light on Maa on her last day. I did not see you as handsome as you were looking on your last day. There was a heavenly excel on your face. You were relaxed as never before. Your calm and composed body posture gave me trust for a new lease of life. I was sure that you have got an extension to attend Priya’s wedding. Seeing you without those scary medical monitoring equipments was a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me that confidence to leave you without worrying. Now I understand the meaning of your detached, quite and cold behavior. There was something more to your comfortable see off. You wanted to say something but I asked you not to talk. I rather asked you to keep “maunvrat” &amp;amp; you heard it so sincerely. You heard whatever little bit I said about Geeta Vani. You often don’t listen to what we say; but that day you were so obedient. You quietly heard everything that I said. You were rather disinterested towards your surroundings. Sorry I could not get you a jumper in the ICU. I knew you were feeling cold but I did not know that coldness was due to that ruthless utter coldness of the death; that was about to overshadow your warmth. I bought those warm blankets for sadqa but never realized that first blanket will be offered to your ice like body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stiff, cold body, wrapped in a white cloth brought back home. Seeing you so helpless was an unconvincing site. Vocal cords did not burst; I wonder why. I tried to rub your body to give you some comfort &amp;amp; the warmth you needed the most; but I failed. Perhaps that hour; your body needed the holy fire to get warmth from. They took you out of my site; out of our ancestral house, through those historical streets to your final destination in this world; The Shamshan Bhumi. I was left in the middle of that narrow street; along with my sobbing sisters; looking at your empty cage where you had spent your lonely life without Maa. You reached where you ultimately wanted to reach for last 18 long years. You used to visit Shamshan without a fail; as if, you knew that it was the only EXIT from this world to meet your beloved Savitri. Finally you merged into the fire, the soil &amp;amp; the water. You disappeared as if you were never there.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am; sitting in my office; grieving, repenting, thinking that what were the things; that I could have done differently for you. I have a long list of confessions. I am sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most. Sorry for all the pain I have caused you; knowingly or unknowingly. I pray for your MUKTI with a heavy heart; knowing you loved me enough to forgive me for my disobedience &amp;amp; mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here seeking answers to my innocent questions on life and death. I know that all of us will get our answers because it’s not too far to get there where you are today. May Almighty bless you with the best of HIS treasures. I have sensed that you are in a better place than where you were before. I am sitting here alone and praying for your good The End.&lt;br /&gt;Pitaji; bless me with your forgiveness and stay in peace wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Shaitan Beti&lt;br /&gt;Pupe&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;January 19,2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-8207002681579677827?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/#!/roopa.hasan' title='coping'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8207002681579677827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=8207002681579677827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8207002681579677827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8207002681579677827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2012/01/coping.html' title='coping'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5961830382887138085</id><published>2011-10-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:59:40.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel alone is not an easy task'/><title type='text'>Deauville Paris</title><content type='html'>Miles over miles passing by&lt;br /&gt;Gray dark roads &amp;amp; timid lights&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still my heart goes by&lt;br /&gt;Tired scared Gloomy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Miles over miles passing by&lt;br /&gt;Fearful dreams of the world un-known&lt;br /&gt;What lays next&lt;br /&gt;Nothing known at all&lt;br /&gt;Riding alone Rising alone&lt;br /&gt;Fighting my fears on my own&lt;br /&gt;Miles over miles on &amp;amp; on&lt;br /&gt;Ray of hope only the GOD&lt;br /&gt;Relentless prayers&lt;br /&gt;The only Source&lt;br /&gt;Let myself go on &amp;amp; on&lt;br /&gt;Riding life Roopa alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5961830382887138085?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5961830382887138085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5961830382887138085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5961830382887138085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5961830382887138085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2011/10/deauville.html' title='Deauville Paris'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5637572148432039594</id><published>2011-10-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:54:39.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Star without loved ones'/><title type='text'>Five Star</title><content type='html'>A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;options&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welcoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abondoned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rooms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;glittery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5637572148432039594?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5637572148432039594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5637572148432039594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5637572148432039594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5637572148432039594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-star.html' title='Five Star'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-4382477003023981090</id><published>2010-01-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:17:04.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May his soul rest in peace. Amen'/><title type='text'>Defeated Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;My niece’s classmate committed suicide. He could not bear class 12th exam stress and opted for an easy escape.&lt;/a&gt; I don’t know who he was. But still I feel for him from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's from me; to all; on ur behalf:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum’s desires were too high,&lt;br /&gt;My tiny mind was too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad’s dreams were far too big,&lt;br /&gt;My modest hands couldn’t deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rat race was blind,&lt;br /&gt;My slight foot couldn’t climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them all were ahead,&lt;br /&gt;My ghostly fears pushed me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of the light outshine sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I see dark circles always besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I cope up with it all?&lt;br /&gt;Let me go with my defeated soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-4382477003023981090?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/editnote.php?draft&amp;note_id=229264230678&amp;id=652964431#/roopa.hrd?ref=profile' title='Defeated Soul'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4382477003023981090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=4382477003023981090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4382477003023981090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4382477003023981090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2010/01/defeated-soul.html' title='Defeated Soul'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-173732896935444064</id><published>2009-07-29T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:18:38.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gyan'/><title type='text'>Lessons that I have learnt from the life in a form of my very own personal quotes!</title><content type='html'>"Days are not bad or good! They are stationary! we change our outlook everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smallest things can bring happiness in our lives and marvelous things can cause us grief"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take the ownership of your life &amp;amp; stop complaining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad luck is not a destiny but an outcome of a bad decision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept &amp;amp; respect your failure then only you can move on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zero expectations from other is an eternal revelation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expect only from your own self first and thereafter God Al Mighty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear Death and then act you will commit almost no sin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regret is a living curse; get over it as soon as u can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive yourself first then only God will forgive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not always right, discussions and sharing can save us from hell; in this life and life after death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untreated wounds turn into cancer, don’t hide your sorrows share with your friends and family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We craft our lives, if it is not going the way we want, we are at fault and need to take corrective actions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams are never impossible otherwise they would have never come at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeevanchakra is ever rotating! There is death to every life and there is an end to every sorrow. There is laughter for every cry. If you are crying, next for you is happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We eat even if we are not hungry; why not laugh even though you are not happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Celebrate failure and it will die it's own death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am good. I am happy. I am able. I can. I will ……are part of you &amp;amp; can do wonders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harsh things with harsh ways can spoil everything. Harsh things said with a smile can let you set free in a style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is notorious in teenage. Vulnerable in 20s, gets matured in 30s &amp;amp; the journey is on…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never hide your pain from your own people they may not be able to do everything but definitely can share the grief; the challenge is that you should know who they are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunate people cannot make out who is their friend and who is their enemy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunate are those who do not have friends &amp;amp; family; most unfortunate are those who have them all but still cannot identify them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your own people are like your own shadow, even if you don’t see them sometime, they are there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t borrow more than your earnings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God gave us children to exercise our patience and enjoy our lives at the same time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have I done enough? is a fantastic question &amp;amp; if the answer is yes!  You have! So chill and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lack of long-term vision &amp;amp; in-action will kill your success in the midway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do one thing a day to pamper yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever you are low, go for your best time pass activity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Setting vision is not important enough, action is the key!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's next for me? This question will always keep you going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay in charity, it will give you over all satisfaction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to heart &amp;amp; feelings let your mind judge first what is right and wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life &amp;amp; people are not always black and white"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t react with the mean people in a mean way, you are better than them, so behave humane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God will take your rightful revenge so don't bang your head over it &amp;amp; move on; for HE knows the best and will take it in a more elaborate manner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Age is not at all a criterion to take right decisions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parents can be wrong and we should accept them as they are with their shortcomings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money causes the biggest mirage in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Death is a biggest truth of the Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roopa sharma hasan&lt;br /&gt;July 29, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-173732896935444064?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/173732896935444064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=173732896935444064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/173732896935444064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/173732896935444064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-that-i-have-learnt-from-life-in.html' title='Lessons that I have learnt from the life in a form of my very own personal quotes!'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-2297960590943244576</id><published>2009-07-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:49:24.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Tips to Top up Love in marriage'/><title type='text'>Make Marriage Marvelous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MMM&lt;br /&gt;(Make Marriage Marvelous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statement/Expression/Frequency required/time surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! U look good!/Lil smile/15 days/3 seconds/ anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you /lil hug/ once in a week/5 seconds-pl pause/Private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r da best!/ Genuine /crowd needed/ 3 seconds public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food! Wow!/ Once in a month/ 3 seconds/ any plance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U work hard4us/ genuine/once in a month/3 seconds/ anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it without u/ Serious/ 2months/ 3 seconds/ bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Want to shop?/ Readiness/ 1 month/ 2 seconds /cooking time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy/ love/3 month/2 seconds/ bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's ur family?/ concern/1 month/ 3 seconds /TV time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?/ Affection /15days /3 seconds/ evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Recommended activities are optional:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Candle light dinner-on occasions&lt;br /&gt;· Go for dance – once in a quarter&lt;br /&gt;· Long drive without kids!-once in a two months&lt;br /&gt;· Buy surprise gifts as small as rose or a hair clip-once in a month&lt;br /&gt;· Phone her once in a day on one specific time. Make a ritual. It might take as short as 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;· Last working day of the week, make it lil different. Perhaps dine out or a movie or just a cup of coffee out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WE ARE EASY TO DEAL WITH!&lt;br /&gt;NURTURE US!&lt;br /&gt;JUST SHOW YOUR CARE 10% OF WHAT YOU GUYS ACTUALLY HAVE FOR YOUR BLACKBERRIES!&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IF YOU SEEK!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE YOUR BASE! MAKE IT STRONG TO FALL BACK!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, CARE &amp;amp; RESPECT! THAT'S IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-2297960590943244576?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2297960590943244576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=2297960590943244576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2297960590943244576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2297960590943244576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-marriage-marvelous.html' title='Make Marriage Marvelous'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-9189350475993450090</id><published>2009-06-14T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:51:41.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone heart'/><title type='text'>sang-e-dil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;Sang-e-dil-ushshaaq, dil pe paiband liye hue,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chale gaye woh jo kabhi ham-sukhan hua kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ham_suKHan = together, ushshaaq = lovers, paiband=patch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boot-e-sifaal baqi reh gaya, gum kis kadar jiye,&lt;br /&gt;Noor-e-jamal kho gaya jo talab aanso kiya kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sifaal=clay, jamal=beauty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tijarat-e-eshq main hisaab na rakha na manga roop,&lt;br /&gt;Duniya ne banta sab magar; hum talab dard hi kiya kare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tijarat=trade, faiz=profit,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzar-e-Qyamat kya kahiye, hum tanha tanha phir se hain,&lt;br /&gt;Hai akhiri hasrat wasl-e-sanam khud ki wehshat se jhuja kiye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hasrat=wish, wasl=meeting, wehshat = solitude)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-9189350475993450090?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/9189350475993450090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=9189350475993450090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/9189350475993450090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/9189350475993450090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sang-e-dil.html' title='sang-e-dil'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-3914506801530799818</id><published>2009-06-13T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:44:06.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just like that'/><title type='text'>yunhi</title><content type='html'>Aatish-e- jazbaat sulagte rahe shab-o-roz yunhi,&lt;br /&gt;Intzaar –e-mehrbaan ka charmarta raha har roz yunhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palkon ne buhara rahon ko, ashkon ne lagaye fawware,&lt;br /&gt;Dhadkan ne chede saaz kai, siski se bandhi saanse yunhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanha lamhon se saji mehfil, har aahat pe dil dhadke unhi,&lt;br /&gt;Intzaar-e-ulfat se hui shaamain siyah,har roz jage ummeed yunhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aane ka manzar kya hoga, kaisi hogi mulaakat bhala,&lt;br /&gt;Nazrain pathraai, bojhil si, rahon main pada dil jaane yunhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankhon main dhadakta dil harso, mulakaat ke sapne bunta raha,&lt;br /&gt;Main hansti- roti, soti-jagti, sapno main apne sulagti yunhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;composed in April 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-3914506801530799818?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3914506801530799818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=3914506801530799818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3914506801530799818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3914506801530799818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/06/yunhi.html' title='yunhi'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-3577393034224906240</id><published>2009-06-07T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:23:53.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not anymore'/><title type='text'>Conscious mind</title><content type='html'>Conscious mind, restless heart,&lt;br /&gt;Mindful gestures, heartbeat fast.&lt;br /&gt;Volumes of emotions, almost on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Civilized being hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manners, civility ought to be there,&lt;br /&gt;Anger &amp;amp; anxiety not to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;Copious queries struggle within,&lt;br /&gt;Unearth the answers if you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindful body, untamed thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Controlled emotions, uptight mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with the struggle &amp;amp; co-exist,&lt;br /&gt;Die ten times &amp;amp; don’t ask a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can do it all, you are a mindful soul,&lt;br /&gt;If you won't comply, for sure will be at halt.&lt;br /&gt;Radical? Diplomat? Or may be lil Hippocrat?&lt;br /&gt;You need to decide it, how you want to reflect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When enough is enough &amp;amp; no more bearing left,&lt;br /&gt;When burden goes too heavy that u can’t bear at all.&lt;br /&gt;Break the bonds and let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Free urself once &amp;amp; for all,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them all "not anymore"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-3577393034224906240?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/home.php?' title='Conscious mind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3577393034224906240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=3577393034224906240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3577393034224906240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3577393034224906240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/06/conscious-mind.html' title='Conscious mind'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-2111502405693843363</id><published>2009-05-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:37:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is worship</title><content type='html'>"Work is a worship', that's what we are taught.&lt;br /&gt;Temples do not like worship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govt depts. are almost graveyards,&lt;br /&gt;Survive live dead heads, performers go bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doers will be hanged till their talent dies&lt;br /&gt;Poor workers will rule as they can't threat the ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits will be punished over the centuries,&lt;br /&gt;Tortoise will prevail for the only royalty sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-2111502405693843363?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2111502405693843363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=2111502405693843363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2111502405693843363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2111502405693843363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-is-worship_11.html' title='Work is worship'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-8777341293573055829</id><published>2009-04-16T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:43:55.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roopa'/><title type='text'>All about me</title><content type='html'>I can hear a round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel majesty of the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma from the flowers, glitter of the Stars.&lt;br /&gt;Glory from the Sun, distinctive like the Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been fantastic, not too many demands.&lt;br /&gt;This is me "Roopa"; completely in command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dream is so big, that I cannot achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm of the feet has to be very swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks are clean, humps don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;Hurdles of my path, I love them from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all me "Roopa" mere yaar ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-8777341293573055829?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8777341293573055829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=8777341293573055829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8777341293573055829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8777341293573055829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me.html' title='All about me'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-8571085009796162721</id><published>2009-04-15T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:01:49.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a sleep</title><content type='html'>Half a sleep; folded eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Lot to say but throat goes dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsung songs &amp;amp; feral desires,&lt;br /&gt;Being tide comes &amp;amp; takes us high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appealing visage that lure us all,&lt;br /&gt;Fallout of this walk shakes our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False dreams deceive for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Repentance will be the last room pure.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libido inside is very wild,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight with a strong reliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaitan" can sweep you on the coast.&lt;br /&gt;Guard yourself on the fine contour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reward thereafter will be there for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Half a sleep; folded eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Watch your steps &amp;amp; watch your tides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-8571085009796162721?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/8571085009796162721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=8571085009796162721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8571085009796162721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/8571085009796162721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/04/half-sleep.html' title='Half a sleep'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-4363382333032574329</id><published>2009-04-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:44:15.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now or never'/><title type='text'>Let's Vote</title><content type='html'>Wake up Indians; get up fast!&lt;br /&gt;Before it's late; let's all go cast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to get all alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;Use our right; exercise our power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not allow the worst to rule.&lt;br /&gt;One eye is better than the blinded fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we're and where we are&lt;br /&gt;Golden bird to meager shape,&lt;br /&gt;We've born all the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Still we've emerged like a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not reverse &amp;amp; go back dear.&lt;br /&gt;Lot has gone to get us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMILITY of our land is again on the stake.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out and cast your vote.&lt;br /&gt;Let's join the wagon and say that "WE CARE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-4363382333032574329?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4363382333032574329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=4363382333032574329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4363382333032574329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4363382333032574329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-vote.html' title='Let&apos;s Vote'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5411041120370718199</id><published>2009-04-04T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:50:27.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lets stop them'/><title type='text'>Marital Rape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marital Rape …are we forced to get there?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Dubai for last 9 years and have dream to go back to my home town New Delhi one day. After hearing about Afghan and Taliban last night that they have issued a law where rape in the marriage is legalized; I am shocked, ashamed and filled with anger. I feel sorry for the women in Afghan and Taliban areas. Entire women community has been let down &amp;amp; degraded in front of the world. The irony is that this suppression and subjugation is their fate till some one come forward to their rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wild thought struck my mind that "Is that where we have been pushed back home too?" The supporters of such kind of conservative and so called hard hit Hindutava people might even do it in India???? GOD FORBID IF AT ALL; THEY COME IN POWER??????????? WILL I TAKE MY KIDS IN A COUNTRY WHERE THIS KIND OF PEOPLE STAYS IN POWER? The relief toady is that they are not in a majority but anything is possible in a coalition politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen those horrifying pictures of innocent young women and men getting abused in Bangalore pub. They beat even men for wearing sleeveless t-shirt. They do moral policing on how our young girls and boys should behave, what they should wear &amp;amp; what they shouldn't. The religious stakeholders are not afraid to even beat brothers and sisters riding on the same bike. They drag couple on the streets and humiliate women by pulling their hair. They jail if someone party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is next????????????????????? Is that not what Talibans started with? Is that what my India is going to be?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been done to my country? The magnificent 5000 years old history and culture that is one of the most ancient civilizations to allow and honor even prostitution as a profession. Civilization that has survived even after enormous attacks by foreigner, given shelter &amp;amp; embraced many kings &amp;amp; rulers, tolerated humongous tortures; it was one of the richest country in the world, got looted and robbed by looters. Partitioned and cut into pieces but today again we stand TALL as a challenge to the world so called super powers. We the Indians have brought the fame &amp;amp; the glory back to us &amp;amp; proved our worth to the whole wide world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance &amp;amp; endurance are the values that we cherish. From the times of Lord Rama we have witnessed that girls have the right to select their grooms. From the times of Lord Krishna we have witnessed romance in our society. This is my India. We the Indians including women like me; made our India proud by our tiny individual achievements &amp;amp; contribution in national and international arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman and I stand for the dignity and the proud of women race. I stand with the women in Afghan, Taliban &amp;amp; in Bangalore or any other part of the world; where so called MAN governed laws are imposed that has nothing to do with any religion what so ever. By the virtue of my inter-religion marriage, I am fortunate enough to explore both Hindu and Muslim religion &amp;amp; my understanding of both the religion is that it does not state what has been imposed in barbaric law. In fact Women in Islam have been given a gigantic right to give divorce to a man without any reason. I resist &amp;amp; stand against this law and the ideology behind such religious aggression; be it in Afghan, Pakistan, India or anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all the more troubled with religion based relatively big political parties and many more brokers of our religion; who are not only ditching us but also defaming our faith and our core values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about BJP &amp;amp; Congress, it is impossible for a human body to take a kidney from a donor whose blood group does not match or organ in itself is defected. Similarly BJP, RSS, BRD, SIMMI, VHP all such politically defected parties cannot do any good to our Nation. Such infectious cells cannot get along with open minded, modern, educated civilized society....they will eventually come up with something like Talibans &amp;amp; Afgans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5411041120370718199?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5411041120370718199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5411041120370718199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5411041120370718199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5411041120370718199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/04/marital-rape.html' title='Marital Rape'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-2498430438318743432</id><published>2009-03-31T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:50:08.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netaji ki JD'/><title type='text'>Job Description for Elected Politician</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education &amp;amp; experience required:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Minimum Bachelor with 5-7 years of social work track record or community services record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Age limit:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As per Indian retirement age for Govt Employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Achievements:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What are the achievements during their 5-7 years of community service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secular character :-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They should be prohibited for using religion in their political career. They should be professionally dressed up without demonstrating their individual faith in their dress code bcoz being a public servant they should project a image by which people of all faith feel connected. Seeing bhagwa kurta or green topi with kajal in eyes politician projects very orthodox image by which community at large do not approach them in a frank manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Criminal record:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They should not be guilty in any civil or criminal case as per Indian judicial system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well behaved:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After winning the elections they should take an oath for not shouting like idiots in the parliament and waste tax payers money. No use of abusive language for each other. Any parliamentarian shouting and disturbing the proceedings should be debarred immediately and he should not be allowed to contest election next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compulsory military&lt;/strong&gt; training for him and all the adult family members as per Army directives (on age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Riot management:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; any politician should not be allowed to contest the elections again in case he/she fails to control the riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fight with terror:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deputation of his/her family members in the terror strikes, riot mgt, war. Their family members should be first to go and fight against any attack. In case some one does not have any kids then their relative should go for the training and deputations. In a situation where he/she does not have any, he or she himself should go and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Performance appraisal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:- targets should be set on annual basis so that whatever Netaji had promised during elections and in their manifestos they deliver by the end of their tenure. If not? They should not be allowed to contest elections again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-2498430438318743432?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2498430438318743432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=2498430438318743432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2498430438318743432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2498430438318743432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-description-for-elected-politician.html' title='Job Description for Elected Politician'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-6285467566087134383</id><published>2009-03-31T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:04:58.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my female friends'/><title type='text'>Rise again</title><content type='html'>Dawn is gone, Sunshine disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up oh gal night is all ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes look at the Sun-set,&lt;br /&gt;Unleash yourself, discover the depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascertain yourself in the night with the Moon!&lt;br /&gt;The Sun will rise again; you'll dance on your tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of your rising soon will be told.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you just lay back, go &amp;amp; get on your track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-6285467566087134383?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6285467566087134383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=6285467566087134383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6285467566087134383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6285467566087134383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/rise-again.html' title='Rise again'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-7347968633302028761</id><published>2009-03-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:08:00.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship minus expectations means GREAT RELATION'/><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>When relations all go strain; &amp;amp; we almost insane.&lt;br /&gt;When voracity dominates us all; essence of a friend is gone.&lt;br /&gt;When they need; I stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;When I need all are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceiving is a ritual, forgetting is a norm.&lt;br /&gt;Exploitation is strength &amp;amp; jealousy is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;Leave them, dump them; don’t you regret.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey; we might get some one great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be genuine &amp;amp; pure in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Let's not seek &amp;amp; seek from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Friend is not a one who will not offer his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not blame him; if he is really bare hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-7347968633302028761?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7347968633302028761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=7347968633302028761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7347968633302028761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7347968633302028761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-7298677634225543832</id><published>2009-03-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:51:45.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living with and without saboteur'/><title type='text'>Saboteur</title><content type='html'>How are the things and how should they be?&lt;br /&gt;What ought to be and what not to be?&lt;br /&gt;Guide our path and pave the ways.&lt;br /&gt;We wish them or not who can say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the rights and what are the wrongs?&lt;br /&gt;Duties or desires, is that what we aspire?&lt;br /&gt;We all got the lives; do we really have the LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Who raise these questions?&lt;br /&gt;Will they get the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When saboteur is a friend who can hold our hands?&lt;br /&gt;We are our enemies; we do not need some more.&lt;br /&gt;He is more than enough to kill us on the shores.&lt;br /&gt;Get some help and get one coach.&lt;br /&gt;Let your dreams get nicest floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;You are human make.&lt;br /&gt;Let your self go &amp;amp; let's prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Talk it, know it, feel your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Let it tell you, what its goal.&lt;br /&gt;What will be left that's it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-7298677634225543832?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7298677634225543832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=7298677634225543832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7298677634225543832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7298677634225543832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/saboteur.html' title='Saboteur'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-9205590407860215735</id><published>2009-03-15T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:12:37.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s get rid off..............'/><title type='text'>Desires</title><content type='html'>Desires are so blurred, dreams are in haze.&lt;br /&gt;Egos are so high, Karmas all in blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusion is the master &amp;amp; soul is a slave.&lt;br /&gt;Wants are eternal, means seem so lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive all humanity, survive worldly desires.&lt;br /&gt;Vanished fine lanes, what left is so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miseries all around, have-nots everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Mirage is so strong that silver lines disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-9205590407860215735?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/9205590407860215735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=9205590407860215735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/9205590407860215735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/9205590407860215735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/desires.html' title='Desires'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-725480851684387866</id><published>2009-03-10T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:22:01.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s be on the RIDE'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live &amp;amp; why do we die.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an irony that no one can deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the reasons we all have our whys&lt;br /&gt;We live it, we breath it, we make it so live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fairies, some miseries, some sorrows we hold&lt;br /&gt;There are some stories that will never be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshness of the heavens and splendor so bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery let's be on the ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-725480851684387866?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/725480851684387866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=725480851684387866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/725480851684387866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/725480851684387866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-7796052714482190230</id><published>2009-02-04T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:16:15.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after personal exp'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAVVY quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The distance we see from our bare eyes could be mere illusion. We may get there, we may not get there, let’s raise once at least to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Life is not easy but take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will be sad if you feel you are sad. If you are not happy and you will think that you are happy, you may not feel happy but try to think that you are happy and there are chances that you may feel happy so, please try to be happy &amp;amp; Inshallah you will be happyJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing comes easily in our lives; so let's not anything precious go easily. Be it an object or a subject, value it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. GIVE &amp;amp; TAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve love, if you give love. You deserve good friends if you are a good friend. You deserve happiness if you spread happiness. You deserve to be praised if you praise others. You are forgiven if you forgive others. You will be forgotten if you forget others. You will get if you will give. Therefore always give first the rest will follow eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-7796052714482190230?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7796052714482190230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=7796052714482190230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7796052714482190230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7796052714482190230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/02/savvy-quotes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-7998733515629543658</id><published>2009-02-01T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:09:28.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There is no compulsion in religion'/><title type='text'>Punishments for the criminals involved in “Mangalore pub crisis”</title><content type='html'>No one should allow people to do moral policing in India. Look at the girls who were dragged on the roads by crooked so called “karyakartas(workers)”. I believe &amp;amp; proposed the following remedies for this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) They should be all given 100 lashes with a punishment to serve as a labour on roads &amp;amp; infrastructure projects to serve the nation &amp;amp; “matrabhumi” more constructively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) The leaders of such parties should be punished &amp;amp; assign duties to clean the “sarvajanik sulabh shouchalyas”(public toilets) to at least contribute towards the cleanliness of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Media should boycott them. These ignorant, illiterate buffoons should not to be seen or heard through any mass communication medium. As a result their utmost powerful big buffoons or their political umbrella holders will then abort them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) All such people who force religion and religious preach should know that there is no compulsion in religion or self-demonstration of anyone’s religious belief. They should be forced to study their religion with the translation first be it Muslims or Hindus. They should have a solid understanding of their own roots prior to teach the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Their parents should be interviewed in order to investigate the type of upbringing provided to these idiots at home where they did not learn to respect women. Thereafter we can bring a curriculum for forthcoming mothers on “how to avoid” such upbringing &amp;amp; give our nation a good youth. Youth that is accommodating, caring, sharing, respecting and living our ages old true values of being an Indians. We are ruled and conquered by many but still we stand tall in front of the world by virtue of being warm &amp;amp; emotional creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest I will propose once these initiatives are taken by our sleeping government bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roopa Sharma Hasan&lt;br /&gt;Dubai UAE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-7998733515629543658?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/7998733515629543658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=7998733515629543658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7998733515629543658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/7998733515629543658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/02/punishment-for-criminals-involved-in.html' title='Punishments for the criminals involved in “Mangalore pub crisis”'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5470856330831871553</id><published>2009-02-01T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:04:03.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt; Jan 31st 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dubai ! Oh Dubai! I love u Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;This city gave me the land to stand, the sky to reach &amp;amp; the air to breath.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dubai ! Oh Dubai ! I love u Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home, my people, my country, all taken away,&lt;br /&gt;Those, brought me in the world, were taken away,&lt;br /&gt;I came here to find my life again, I got it Dubai, I love you Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dubai ! Oh Dubai ! I love u Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These roads, the air, the sea, so young,  all hold my heart, that was shattered away.&lt;br /&gt;My life was gone into dark for sure I know, this city game me  new reasons to live it again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dubai! Oh Dubai! I love u Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai has become my life gradually, my home, my world, my entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this land is not taken away, My LORD, My GOD, listen to my peal please.&lt;br /&gt;I live here, forever and ever and ever again. I fear not to loose it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;My home my pulse my dear city, Oh Dubai ! Oh Dubai ! I love u Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written byRoopa Sharma Hasan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5470856330831871553?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5470856330831871553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5470856330831871553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5470856330831871553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5470856330831871553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-you-dubai.html' title='Love you Dubai'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-3384822511663169036</id><published>2009-01-28T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:27:28.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indispensable'/><title type='text'>My Truth</title><content type='html'>I often think about the TRUTH. What was it? What is it? What it’s going to be like? I used to get blurred vision with the dark circles in front of my open eyes. This tussle &amp;amp; struggle is been on for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last few days it’s getting clearer. The mist is evaporating now. The dark circles are leading my soul deep inside a very tiny beam of LIGHT. This light is leading me towards a RAY. The RAY converts into a wider and wider “CHAKRA”.  The CHAKRA, that is bright, shiny full of energy and gives very holistic &amp;amp; divine feeling. Initially I was confused, sacred &amp;amp; restless to face it. I was reluctant to open my eyes and then gradually I dared to raise my lids and had my first spiritual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the presence of TRUTH. My TRUTH is HIS presence in my heart. The TRUTH is that there was no one on the earth except HIM. There was no truth, there were no deceit. There was no earth &amp;amp; no sky, no water, no air, no fire, none existed except HIM. The only fact in the entire Universe was HE, is HE and will be HIM. The Absolute Power. He was there, HE is here and He will be there once we are all gone. This is my understanding so far. This is my TRUTH so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TRUTH is Death. I know I am born to die. I fool myself sometimes by believing that I cannot die. The irony is that I think I will never die or perhaps I will die when I am ready to die. My foolishness is that I sometimes believe that death will be kind to me and offer me some hint before coming to me. The irony is that I don’t want to go where I am coming from. I fail to visualize my encounter with Death. I never visualize myself as a cold, expressionless dead body. I never think that one day I will be lying on the floor helplessly without any movements. I never imagine myself as Lt Roopa Sharma Hasan. I often think, “Death happens to others”. Though I know the truth is DEATH. Extremely quite, incredibly icy, emotionless, exceptionally honest, never late, always on time. My truth, our truth, DEATH.  I am still struggling to be ready everyday to face my death. Am I ready? Don’t know. Can’t say. Sometimes Yes. Sometimes NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TRUTH thereafter is our DEED. I am learning to purify my deeds. I am in a state of Jihad.  Jihad a fight between my Shaitan and my Spirit to do the right deeds. Hopefully I will win because I think Allah has chosen me as a favored one by sending me His message and brining me in a community where I have realized His TRUTH. Inshallah, my Jihad will be fruitful. Inshallah, I will face the Truth with a happy face and honest clean heart. Inshallah, the day will come soon when I will be happy to face the Death and the Angles, who will visit me to take my ACCOUNT once I am gone in the other World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say Amen after reading my last lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………………………………………………Summamin. Roopa Sharma Hasan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-3384822511663169036?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3384822511663169036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=3384822511663169036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3384822511663169036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3384822511663169036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-truth.html' title='My Truth'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-17777232827152663</id><published>2009-01-20T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:58:56.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my letter to Obama.'/><title type='text'>Dear Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear OBAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one among those who are enjoying today. Enjoying for the hope that you have given, enjoying the moment and preying that “Oh GOD!, pl help Obama and all of us to make it true. Inshallah we will and as u say “YES WE CAN”. I am your biggest fan, not because you are an American but because you sound so human when u talk. You are humble, so normal but still charismatic, your honest speeches forced me to like you and look upto u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my fifth roles model. My Mom, Gandhiji, Shah Rukh Khan, my hubby Nadeem and you are now on the list. Why you? Becz of ur achievements that u could reach at such a height. I am sure u must have faced N number of hurdles but u r THERE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake lastnite to hear your historical speech. I loved every bit of it except this line "We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth". I don’t know what u meant by saying that. However, how I, as a layman understand this, is that America wants to be and needs to be the MOST powerful nation on the earth? Please clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I ask you why MOST powerful? With who are comparing urself with? Why American needs to be the most powerful? Is it a some sort of inferiority complex, American carry? Why u did not say that you want to be the most loved nation on the earth? Do u want all the nations to bow down in front of America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what two Bush’s wished for, and u can see today the world is at its worst economic crisis today. OIL and WAR, blood and orphans, tears and miseries, injustice and yet denial these are the gifts we have received from America. I had a dream to visit America once and trust I started hating the idea of visiting such a place where citizens are so ignorant that they had not elected Bush once but twice. Pity and anger, I had two feelings for Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then u emerged as a HOPE. Hope for the world who is shattered with food crisis and somehow trying to sustain infront of the tremendous challenges imposed upon us by America. I am sure you know that what America means to the rest of the world. For us America is AMERICAN PRSIDENT. He is deciding the fate of the world. A dummy god. Please don’t try to be our god. We have ONE up there and he will take care of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring shift from your wish to be the most powerful nation on the earth. People do not want this. We all want to live with prosperity, peace and respect. We do not wish to be overpowered by any nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please clarify ur statement to the world as we all have TOO many expectations from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roopa Sharma Hasan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-17777232827152663?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/17777232827152663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=17777232827152663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/17777232827152663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/17777232827152663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-obama.html' title='Dear Obama'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-2746200094793278955</id><published>2008-11-27T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:54:43.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='“Verily to Allah we belong and to Him we return”'/><title type='text'>Dire facade of Death-other side of the story.</title><content type='html'>Background:- If you have read my blog on “Death my Coach” please read that before you go ahead with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more life has shown its darker side. Once more the death has taken its toll from the life. There was something wrong last night. I had witnessed the restless night and the restless dawn, one followed by another. The venomous shadow of death in Mumbai, fierce &amp;amp; anxious facades of LIFE in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to our TV set until late night, after hearing such a tragic and dramatic attacks by terrorists in Mumbai. Shock was not yet over, we got a frightening call from a relative in the middle of the night that shook us again, almost like a mock drill by the fear of death. Early morning I heard about a tragic accident in Dubai where in a young boy died in a horrific car accident.&lt;br /&gt;He was burnt to death, screamed for help, slashed by the speed or his extravaganza car and rolled over on the hopes of his newly wedded teen-age wife. He was so young and so very bright. Many died last night some were “veterans”, some called victims. Death touched all of them with a huge SMASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angle of DEATH came in a horrible way &amp;amp; took so many souls away. What can we do, and what can be done. It was their destiny, that’s what all I can say. I wish &amp;amp; prey for their better WORLD &amp;amp; much more Peace head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless their families with the strength to stand this loss. I wish &amp;amp; I prey for their eternal peace for all those who went &amp;amp; passed away. May Allah put them at ease, who has met with the Death in the middle of these atrocities and fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-2746200094793278955?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2746200094793278955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=2746200094793278955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2746200094793278955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2746200094793278955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/11/dire-facade-of-death-other-side-of.html' title='Dire facade of Death-other side of the story.'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-1419064469025733357</id><published>2008-11-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:09:08.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH. MY COACH'/><title type='text'>DEATH MY COACH</title><content type='html'>I wonder if we all can seek some help from the Jinn called “DEATH”. If we get up each morning with a thought that “today is the last day for me to live my life.” How it’s going to be like? When I ask this question to myself, I tend to realize a list of my last desires &amp;amp; above all “Oh God! Please forgive me for my sins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been unintentionally keeping this LIVE WIRE of DEATH at the back of my mind to make decisions at work and personal life both. Trust it has helped me to take wise decisions. It has stopped me to go on the wrong and deceiving tracks, it has helped me to differentiate between the reality and the mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more HUMAN, subdued and helpful to others in whatever small capacity any human can be. I find it easier to come out of my depressing thoughts when I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to request you guys to please try &amp;amp; experience the beauty of this Coach. Experience the death when it’s LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how can a terrifying departing truth of death can be so soothing and comforting. I think death is a fairy who rides a vehicle that sounds horrible in terms of it’s medium. Be it an accident, fire, health related problems all these sick and catastrophic names, all are associated with Death but the wisdom that I have gained sounds more appealing than it’s first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my exploration with my COACH can lead to my NIRVANA one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-1419064469025733357?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/1419064469025733357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=1419064469025733357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/1419064469025733357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/1419064469025733357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-my-coach.html' title='DEATH MY COACH'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-3437290641518662512</id><published>2008-10-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:38:16.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SRK and US'/><title type='text'>SRK PLUS US means FUN</title><content type='html'>We had attended couple of bollywood shows in Dubai before but the only difference this time was that earlier we used to be there among the back-benchers. We used to buy ticket for 100 or 200 dirham and SOMEHOW manage to come in the VIP area. However by doing such a thing I used to fear about the security&lt;br /&gt;guards and hence most of the time rather than watching and having fun I used to get terrified and Nadeem with all cool head used to enjoy his time. THIS time we bought the VVIP tickets to make sure that this time I enjoy and get very clear vision of the entire show. I cannot imagine that we both acted so CRAZY during whole show.&lt;br /&gt;We sang, danced, screamed, shouted and had BLAST. The worst part was that some oldies wanted us to remain calm and silent so that they can watch the show without any interruption. Just like another TV show. MAN! Why the hell people of that sort don’t remain at home and watch TV? Nevermind I had passed my advise to those cold &amp;amp; old audiences. Our spirit was HIGH and so were we. Standing on the chair and screaming to be called on the stage. Since there was none other than us making stars feel imp therefore we were called on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reaction when SRK shook his hands to call us on stage was" pleasant shock"&lt;br /&gt;Second reaction was ……………..lil nervousness and third we were on our own. Dancing and romancing with SRK was real fun. The best part was his sense of humor, modesty and friendly attitude to allow us to have fun and laughter together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18000 people watching us with SRK LIVE was a REAL FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, we left the pavilion like celebrities. It was awesome. People were turning their heads and even congratulating us for being the lucky onesJ.Even on the petrol station we were recognized by many. Everything was so PERFECT that day. THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was watching our pictures everywhere. Newspaper websites, film magazine website and direct telecast on India TV.&lt;br /&gt;Short, but very sweet feeling for being a celebrity for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to SRK. And more than any one else thanks to Nadeem to arrange the tickets in such a short notice. Even though he came from Delhi same day that is too early in the Morning, but still agree to attend the show for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys we had fun and got life time memories to cherish. After all it's not everyday one get time to dance and romance with the king of Bollywood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-3437290641518662512?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/3437290641518662512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=3437290641518662512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3437290641518662512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/3437290641518662512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/10/srk-plus-us-means-fun.html' title='SRK PLUS US means FUN'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5490634648635262302</id><published>2008-09-21T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:45:07.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News.Terror plot behind Serial bombings in India.The real TRUTH in focus with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political Terrorist- Behind Bomb blasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomb blasts in India are as frequent as rains in Mumbai. Hundreds are blown up into thin air everyday, leaving bloody stains on the streets and some “breaking news” behind. Someone or the other caught everyday as a scapegoat. But why those who are caught have to be “Mohds” &amp;amp; “Hasan” every time. I could not find answers yet. Perhaps one simple logic I did managed to get after watching the movie by Kamla hasan’s “Hay Ram”. When Hindus form some rebel group such they are called Sangh and dals and saveks &amp;amp; they are very much legitimate and if the same methodology is adapted by Muslims they are categorized as BANNED RELEGIOUS &amp;amp; anti social groups &amp;amp; called terrorist. Is this not amazing? I hope all my readers know the BLACK history created by all these groups time &amp;amp; again, recent Mumbai Vs North Indian crises, strike on Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not media play big roll to disclose the real perpetuators of these massacres in our lives? Why not all of us create a strong public opinion on our views to alarm these political terrorist. These political terrorists can get away with the killings becoz the positions they hold and a political back up to support their crimes are robust. any antisocial group can get away with the same support system after killing innocent people and making havoc in the churches in Andra or on the roads of Mumbai by beating poor taxi drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not our Government have special shooters to target these political terrorist who do not have any religious values AT ALL &amp;amp; who are real cozs of blasts? Innocent families are looted, killed and burnt alive in the riots ignited by these “Polished politicians in khadi”. Why not their houses are burnt along with their filthy bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political terrorists in khadi manufacture the raw material that is further extended in the terror camps of ISI and other related anti India camps. Please note that I am not defending anyone out here. I am making a POINT that all the Anti social groups should be dealt equally harsh. No tolerance should be exhibited to correct the system. No one should be above the LAW and the JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment on this blog because I would be forwarding it to NDTV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5490634648635262302?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5490634648635262302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5490634648635262302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5490634648635262302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5490634648635262302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-newsterror-plot-behind-serial.html' title='Breaking News.Terror plot behind Serial bombings in India.The real TRUTH in focus with me'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-4616718796865977282</id><published>2008-08-29T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:59:33.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I converting – I'/><title type='text'>Am I converting – My Jihaad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They see my business card and at once I expect their very first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“R U CONVERTED?”&lt;br /&gt;“How come Roopa Sharma Hasan.?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust still today I do not have an answer to this question that has been asked for 8 years by my friends, relatives and strangers. Almost 5 years back my answer was NO. BUT, for last 3 years there have been a constant war going on. I don’t know the answer yet. However my first battle in my religious fight is won. I do acknowledge and give “shaadaa” that there is only one God and no one share any place with HIM, living or non-living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If believing in One God is a sign of being a Muslim? YES I AM. I have started fasting during Ramadan, not because everyone else around me fast but I want to exercise my will power. I give Zakaat, not because Muslims are supposed to, because I want to. I have been to Umrah by choice to seek more info &amp;amp; knowledge and experience from the divine visuals of HARAM. I am keen to perform Hajj. So far my willingness to perform Hajj is coming from my fear of “death” perhaps. I prey to God to give me a sense of bhakti to come close to the reality and put me on the right path &amp;amp; understand the TRUE meanings of the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-4616718796865977282?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/4616718796865977282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=4616718796865977282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4616718796865977282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/4616718796865977282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-converting-my-jihaad_29.html' title='Am I converting – My Jihaad'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-6658017093549076177</id><published>2008-08-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:59:11.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am converting-II'/><title type='text'>Am I converting – My Jihaad</title><content type='html'>I finished my “chalia” means 40 days visit to the temple during morning and evening “Aarti” for Durga Maa. This was suggested by one of our Jyotishi. That was to avoid any hurdle from my relationship with Nadeem. The very 40th day I had a flight from Delhi to Dubai. With this background I came here and entered in a community that was almost Alien to me. Jamia days gave me lil insight into the rituals from a distance. My relationship with Nadeem was never conditionalJ At least from his side. I had loads of conditions though to name few of them are “NO MEAT” in my house or a Kitchen. No CIRCUMCISION for my son. To be very true I did it for the sake of religion for Arman. Though I believe that we are an ultimate creation of Allah and Allah cannot create that is not perfect. I do not regret but I did not believe but I did it one thing in life for the sake of “what people will say if my son is not”4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I lost my brother &amp;amp; my uncle; suddenly I was shattered and wanted some peace of mind. I started reading Quran to know exactly what is in there. I quite like what I was reading. I used to share with Nadeem my chapters during our evening walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reading made me feel guilty for not reading GEETA. So I started reading both the books together. I had read Bhagwat Geeta b4 but the reading at this age was more significant and meaningful. Nadeem used to fast during Ramadan and I used to do Hindu types fasting with him (with liquid and fruitsJ) that was too on and off. I have read Quran 2&amp;amp;1/2 times with an English translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate Diwali and seek HIS blessings to enlighten our lives with happiness the way HE has for messenger Rama. I seek victory for us the way HE made messenger Rama victorious.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate Rakshabandhan to seek HIS blessings to keep and cherish the love &amp;amp; belongingness between my kids as a brother and sister for ever &amp;amp; ever, with me or without me. I fast on Karwachoth to wish HIS blessings for my relationship with Nadeem. I play holi &amp;amp; prey to Al Mighty Allah/God/Ishwar to keep the colors of happiness in our lives as long as we live and thereafter. I believe in Messenger Krishna (MPBUM) &amp;amp; Janamashthmi as much as I believe in Profit Mohd’s (MPBUM) &amp;amp; we mark his birthday in Dubai too. I believe in Navratras to seek HIS blessings for empowering women to stand against all the odds and provide strength to our families through our thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on Umrah, we had visiting various historical places of religious significance. I still do want to visit place where Shree Rama &amp;amp; Krishna were born. Though I have been there before, I have “Performed Charon Dhaam Terath Yatra” but my understanding about their existence was different at that point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-6658017093549076177?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6658017093549076177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=6658017093549076177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6658017093549076177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6658017093549076177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-converting-my-jihaad.html' title='Am I converting – My Jihaad'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-2309524181934831596</id><published>2008-08-29T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:57:42.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am Converting -III'/><title type='text'>Yes I am converting</title><content type='html'>Am I converting – part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I am confused. I believe I am not. I know for a fact that whatever my mother did till she was alive was not something wrong. I have witnessed her belief in Oneness of Bhagwaan. I know her saying that we are all coming from one Source and going to Get There sooner or later. She was a believer. I value my past I am proud on my present and Prey for the forgiveness of ALL MIGHTY ALLAH to secure a future for me, my family and my loved once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand, whatever little bit, I have so far is because my mind was open from the childhood and not conditioned to know only one way of Believing. Though I am grateful to God for bringing me at least at this stage of Inner-fight with my own self, I will try not to condition little brains of my kids so that when they are able to know rights &amp;amp; wrongs they can identify, what is “RIGHT” for them. However, for sure I will try to inculcate my understanding of my rights &amp;amp; wrongs. Not sure though how far I am right but it feels right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! In conclusion my answer as of today is “I AM CONVERTING”&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bearing my Jihad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-2309524181934831596?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/2309524181934831596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=2309524181934831596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2309524181934831596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/2309524181934831596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-i-am-converting_29.html' title='Yes I am converting'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5472069570810299861</id><published>2008-08-21T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:21:12.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUFF LIFE INDEED</title><content type='html'>I feel that it's really difficult to find good real friends for HR Professionals in general and Recruitment managers in particular. Whoever we meet with, be it any professional forums, HR Meetings, workshops or trainings programs, we exchange cards for so called "networking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day at work, we end up receiving cvs from all the ends. This is not only at work though. If we  have any personal family visits, functions or get togehter, we are introduced as a person walking with jobs in our pockets. We reach office next day and ur inbox will be with at least couple of cvs from uncles and aunts with heavy emotional recommandations by our friend or perhaps friend's friends.thanks to LINKEDINS &amp;amp; chain is ever lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are somehow not able to "HELP" them with a job, we LOOSE them as a friend or relative for sure. OR IN CASE if we are able to get them a job, sooner or later we are STILL going to loose them becoz THEN you hv to arrange promotions for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUFF life indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5472069570810299861?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5472069570810299861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5472069570810299861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5472069570810299861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5472069570810299861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuff-life-indeed.html' title='TUFF LIFE INDEED'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-6658461536245988440</id><published>2008-08-04T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:10:24.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HR Warrior</title><content type='html'>I used to wonder how insecure bosses do not allow their high performing subordinates to grow within their gigantic umbrella. It often happens that ghostly boss’s image seems to be so dark that either one is left with no choice except looking for an another job &amp;amp; resign to move on with life alongwith tremendous anxiety OR CONTINUE the STAR PERFORMANCE till you are noticed by the TOP GUY in your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my own decision to go with the second option. If you find an organization as a good option to work for but boss seems to be a speed breaker, the magic is to CONTINUE WORKING HARD AND SMART because at the end of the day no organization in face of the earth will allow an employee with a difference and high contribution in a most effective &amp;amp; efficient way to leave, becoz of any insecure individual. My experience says no one can hide the glory of the SUN &amp;amp; FRAGANCE of a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should work in such a manner that decision makers are forced to track you down in the organization to thank you &amp;amp; reward you for the difference you made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; LIVE WITH THE PRIDE. OR, in the future if u decide, LEAVE WITH PRIDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-6658461536245988440?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6658461536245988440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=6658461536245988440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6658461536245988440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6658461536245988440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/08/hr-warrior.html' title='HR Warrior'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-6840524266645984792</id><published>2008-07-31T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:08:52.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be aware'/><title type='text'>Marriage in Rush</title><content type='html'>June 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE WORLD FROM “OQBA” Type husbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a story or a tale. I am going to share a nightmare of a young bright 21year old girl. Who was married to a person selected by her parents with all the fine dreams in her eyes. This is a painful experience that my family friends had to go through and I have experienced equally throbbing emotions while I shared their sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle’s family is based in UAE for more than 30 years, they were a very happy, &amp;amp; well off family with two girls and two sons. I have always seen these two sisters laughing, enjoying and having fun. I have always seen them respecting elders, serving guests and well behaved. My aunt wanted to marry them with good self-reliant boy with a good family background, just like any common mother. I don’t think that their expectations were too high or too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day one of the close relative from KSA had suggested a boy who was working with Saudi Arabia IBM ARAMCO in IT called Oqba and settled in Dammam. Oqba &amp;amp; his family (basically from Lukhnow, India) were on visit in Dubai and they met my uncle’s family here. My uncle had a good impression about Ukba &amp;amp; his family as they were appearing very religious Muslim family and my uncle thought all true Muslims has to be good human being. Oqba father right books in KSA. When they saw my uncle’s younger girl S, they were so flattered and started insisting marrying her immediately. They gave 100 reasons to do Nikhah (marriage) immediately and ruksati(departure after marriage) after couple of months. Oqba’s family emotionally trapped my uncle and aunt by giving emotional reasons such as Oqba’s elder brother died and his mother wanted to see the marriage so desperately that they cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle did a crime by not enquiring anything about this family just one reference from a relative who knew them socially not personally. 28-jun-2004, Nikhah was performed on mutual trust, faith and harmony. After Nikhah the family went back after that S was in UAE for rukhsati and for proper ceremony,14-jan-2005,rukhsati was held in and then she left for KSA too. They did not go for honeymoon, as the family promised to take her to Maldives, but failed to do so, instead took her to Jeddah to his sister’s place along with his mother and father. Where she started her slavery punishment of marrying Oqbah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw S after her marriage couple of times, I could see that she was hiding something but that innocent girl never shared what she was going through. She became pregnant and sent to UAE for delivery. She delivered a baby and OQBAH came here just for a day or two &amp;amp; he left without any notice to my uncle. My aunty thought may be some little fight between husband and wife. And they did not notice the rift. Oqba did not turn up to take S back to KSA. He ignored repeated calls from S and my uncle to take her back. At last my uncle went to drop S with the baby. I don’t know what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months back my aunty received a call from KSA saying that S is in a terrible condition and parents MUST reach KSA ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and aunt reached there in no time with all the difficulties and visa hassles. S was in a very panic and emotionally drained condition, she was tortured and beaten up by the entire family repeatedly, time &amp;amp; again for no reasons. She was kept in house arrest for months, with food or without food she was treated inhuman by husband oqba, father in law, mother in law, sister in-laws &amp;amp; their husbands was even banned to feed her own child and Oqbah’s family made their daughter to breast feed S child. She was not allowed to talk to anyone in the neighborhood so that people will know her condition. She was forced to work day and Night with a small newborn baby; she was sexually abused by her husband, mentally and physically tortured for months. She had tolerated and tried her level best to keep her wedding going. When my aunt was not able to contact her she called the relatives who had suggested this family for a wedding. She visited Oqba’s house and met with S and saw her shivering with fear, she rescued S from that man made prison, may be prisons are much better than that home. S was in very throbbing condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle went to Indian Embassy for rescue and help. Indian Embassy suggested to do patch up. But S was quite not ready to get back to that hell again. My uncle and aunt have not dreamt of that they will see their daughter in such a condition. If I had been in their place I would have killed that man who had almost killed an innocent girl. Time was passing very slowly during all the proceedings at Indian Embassy. My uncle family wanted to file police case but Indian Embassy suggested not doing so &amp;amp; trying some discussion and reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Embassy caused too much delay in sorting out the matter. Finally divorce papers were prepared and S was going to sign the papers. Just before she could sign the papers my uncle left the room to attend the phone call and Oqba asked S to talk for 15 minutes. GOD know what he said in those few minutes that S agreed to give Oqba one more chance to maintain her wedding for the sake of baby and her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreement was signed that Oqba will lift the ban from her passport, which he never did. In-laws family was given warning not to interfere in personal matters of husband and wife and the whole issue was rounded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle was so innocent that he kept living there to make sure that everything is okay. Oqba apologized and assured that he will try to prove himself as a good husband and a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT he was plotting murder. He lodged complaint in police that S is mentally sick and tried to commit suicide, which she never did. Oqba &amp;amp; family were planning to kill her and declare that she has committed suicide. It was not very difficult for them as there was no police complaint against them in police station becoz Indian Embassy advised my uncle not to lodge complaint to solve the matter. My uncle family was misguided by Indian embassy in KSA. I blame them equally for this injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and aunt came back to UAE with so many doubts and inhibitions about the whole event. Aunt used to call S and she used to manage to get her on phone once in 10 times, things were moving. Many times Oqba use to say S is busy, in toilet, outside etc,etc etc. Last month end my uncle received a call from KSA police station that S was brutally beaten up by her husband and her sister-in-laws on the road and CID inspector in civil uniform rescued her. My uncle flew to KSA immediately. He saw S in a very dreadful condition. She was beaten up with so brutality, she had marks on all over her body. Her eyes were swollen; KSA police was very kind and nice in this whole event that really came as an angle to save S from Evil OQBA &amp;amp; his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case was fought for and divorce proceeding started. My uncle was so disturbed; S was not in her real self while court proceedings were going on. S wanted to come to UAE as soon as possible. When it was time to decide maintenance for the child my uncle and S both did not even notice what was the amount put on the papers as the proceedings were in Arabic and when they saw it was awful amount of dirham 200 per month. One cannot even buy pampers with that amount. Uncle was so afraid for S and wanted to leave KSA. S passport was still with OQBA which he was not ready to give and he said if you will file any police case I will not give u passport. Oqba had put ban on S entry and exit from KSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle wanted to file criminal case against Oqba and family but there were visa hassles for him and S was not in a mental condition to stay they’re alone for 2-3 or even months until the case is finalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle left KSA with LIVE S. She came here and thought she was lucky that she could manage to leave Oqba house. S was so much in panic and imbalanced that she wanted to run away from KSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is not same S what I used to see her two-year back. She has received emotional scars and tremendous humiliation from Oqba, her sisters and mother. S shared each and every thing with me and I wanted to share with the whole world that people like Oqba, his mother &amp;amp; sisters have no right to live in a civil society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked S the reason for all the fights she said that they wanted a free maid. Oqba was in love with one Pakistani girl for four years and he was engaged for one year. The engagement broke for the reasons that she does not know. The neighbor told this fact to her. Oqba married S for his family sake. He never wanted to go for honeymoon. He never loved S. his parents were so insecure that they never allowed Oqba to go out with S alone. His sisters and mother use to go out with Oqba and S used to be at home, S was suppose to cook food when they are back, clean house, take care of baby, ready for each and every thing without any reaction or complaint. Oqba and his family fired their housemaid and treated S like one. S did everything for her marriage but when she wanted to meet with her mother and asked to visit UAE her own home, she was told that she will have to break all the ties with her family. And if she want to go to UAE , she will go with Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if Oqba was a psychopath. He used to beat S with such a cruelty, and after beating her he used to scream on her ears like a crazy mad man. S used to call everyone for help but all the members of the family used to stand and provoke Oqba to beat her more. They all wanted a rubber-maid who was not suppose to talk, who should not complain &amp;amp; just work day and night. S found out that Oqba was chasing that Pakistani girl as she saw one email where it was clearing mentioned that “stop following me becz u r married now.” S noticed that Oqba had physical relationship out of marriage as well. She did not even ask him becz she was afraid that he would beat her again. She knew that her passport was with him and if they wished they could kill her easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S did each and every thing to make her wedding successful but this family where she was married is not made of human beings but shaitans. These people are sick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeal to the court of law to bring these inhuman people to justice. They should be punished for the torture and inhuman treatment that has killed S one thousand times in a day. Oqba sisters used to tell her that her father has done a mistake by marrying S with Oqba and he will have to pay for it. S seeks justice to put Oqba, his mother, sisters and father behind the bars. Oqba father used to abuse her with such a bad and nasty language that no one can use for a girl, forget daughter-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S needs justice. We don’t know which law will help her, UAE or Indian or human rights? It’s not just S but soon Oqba will marry another girl and may be that girl is not that lucky who can come live from that prison. Or may he may get one slave wife. Who may not be able to voice her pain? But I am sure if we are able to bring this mentally sick family to the justice and punish for the inhuman treatment, society will be aware of the real face of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can save another S. no one can undo what has been happened to S, but we can help S to feel better treated by punishing those people who has given her deep rooted scars that cannot be treated with any kind of worldly treatment. Oqbah’s family is also a threat and disgrace to the religion, as such people pretend to be religious and fool many people by their fake personality and in the end bring disgrace to the religion. Only God can help her to forget that torture. If we are not able to give S justice she may live with a feeling of being used and thrown by Oqba family who has used certain laws in KSA for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help S to punish this vulture family who are hiding in Dammam. Please stand an example for rest of other OQBA’s not to mal treat their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE WORLD FROM “OQBA” Type husbands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-6840524266645984792?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/6840524266645984792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=6840524266645984792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6840524266645984792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/6840524266645984792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/07/marriage-in-rush_31.html' title='Marriage in Rush'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219183084208557369.post-5784722658478752541</id><published>2008-07-29T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:13:45.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saddam Vs Gandhi'/><title type='text'>Saddam Vs Gandhi</title><content type='html'>Gandhi Vs Saddam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi taught the world to live and Saddam has taught how to DIE with dignity and proud. No matter how bad or good he was as a person but to me he was a man of principles. He dreamt of a vision, &amp;amp; he gave up his life without any compromises on his principles. Dec 31st I was really happy to celebrate and welcome the New Year with all new set of resolutions. Very committed belief of achieving my ambitions in the year 2007. I do read newspapers and watch TV news, but not regularly. Dec 31st around 11 am in the morning I saw SADDAM EXECUTION on the TV. I was stunned to see the live execution. Saddam was Hitler to me before. I am big time fan of Mahatma Gandhi right from my childhood, and believe in his values to live life with simplicity, grace, sacrifice and serving human kind. Saddam execution and his manners and behavior in his last moments and the way he has faced the DEATH made him my HERO. I want to live my life like Gandhi and face the Death like Saddam. He has taught me to stand for my vision and mission in life. What a layman knows about Iraq crises is that USA invaded Iraq on the basis of finding WEAPONS of MASS DESTRCUTION. They ASKED Saddam to let them enter and facilitate the process. He accepted international community concern over USA allegations on IRAQ. World knows that he had cooperated &amp;amp; facilitated the investigation process by all means. Until today Mr. Bush couldn’t find anything. Perhaps he is trying to find the same in Iran and North Korea now. But it seems that investigators did not visit Iraq to find out weapons of mass destructions but they were invading the country and getting into Iraq’s internal security region. They learnt in &amp;amp; out about Iraq region and turned around Iraq system up side down. Visitors turned enemies and just like ho EAST INDIA COMPANY invaded and ruled India for hundred of years, Mr. Bush invaded and trying to rule Iraq. Saddam was put behind the bars. Those who visited Iraq to find WMD did not find anything but they had to show that they achieved something out of their invasion, so they started a case against Saddam for MASS murder. World knows that it was not WMD but only Iraqi OIL that is a soul interest for Mr. Bush. No investigations, no defense ONLY accusations, blame and VICTOR”S justice was DONE. WMD agenda turned into conspiracy to take personal revenge of MR. BUSH. To me he took the personal revenge because Senior Bush could not do anything in Iraq. He returned without an ounce of oil. Junior Bush was successful in fuming the Iraq OIL it’s Iraqi blood. West mantra is DIVDE &amp;amp; RULE. Just like British did in India. BUSH who went to find WMD divided not only Iraq into Shia and Sunni but he is trying to divide the whole MUSLIM world. Saddam died with the word ARABS…. ARABS ….ARABS. I appeal to the Muslim world to stick together and not let anyone divide such a strong and ever growing FAITH. President of a country was insulted just before his final departure from this world. The invading leader was sleeping in his cozy dwelling in USA. The day chosen to execute Saddam was a sacred day for all the Muslim community. It was an illegal to execution to execution of anyone in Iraq on Eid day. World was witnessing the personal revenge of Mr. Bush who seems to use the power of President’s TAG. One of the most POWERFUL MAN in the world used his official capacity to take his personal frustrations. He is still using his authority to ruin the world peace. If it had been Mr. Bill I am sure world would have been different today. The blood of Arabs is cheaper than it’s oil value. In view of their individual gains no country is coming forward to stop the supremacy of Mr. Bush. I really wonder how can American don’t react. On an unfortunate date 9/11 hundreds of Americans were killed and an equal number of Americans are killed in Iraq war. What kind of revenge Mr. Bush is willing to take &amp;amp; from whom? Why he is so upset with world peace? I wonder if he had a calm childhood? Why he is in love with an idea of WAR? I am nowhere related to Iraq or Saddam but the repeated dictatorship shown by Mr. Bush forced me to follow each news created by him. Thousands of killings in Lebanon, Palestine, Afghan and Iraq forced me to hate him as a person and as a Leader of such a great Nation. I have been knowing American people to be very warm and cordial but inhumanity done by a single American and a silent America, silent United Nation and the whole world made me think that what is that one thing that Mr. Bush has that he can do whatever he wish? Is he a god? Can he decide any nation’s fate? There is no doubt that Saddam was a ruthless dictator and perhaps he deserved to be punished for his unkindness but Iraqi had all the rights to do so and not the wins and fancies of Mr. Bush to treat a President of a Nation the way he was treated. If you look at the brighter side of Saddam’s execution is that Mr. Bush has made him a HERO. He could not get a well-dignified and honored death than this. A young girl from Kolkata in India hung herself in a protest against his execution. I have been talking to all my know people here in Dubai and without exception every one feels the same that the way Saddam faced the death was something out of this world. I can imagine how Bhagat Singh would have faced his execution. He was 24 years old Indian freedom fighter who was executed by British invaders in India during our freedom fight against west.) The courage shown by Saddam, the power in his eyes, his final words touched my soul to a great extend. He led a life on his terms and he died on his own terms. He has made a history and unknowingly Mr. Bush made him HERO and American President a Villain who is standing against humanity today. Who is going to punish him for killing thousands of women, men, and children in Lebanon, Afghanistan, Palestine and Iraq? Is it not the high time for an International community to take a stand and put him in front of an International Court of justice? I was not born when Gandhi was making the history but I think I am lucky to witness a history made by Saddam. I wish people of Iraq that GOD bless them with a PEACE &amp;amp; PROSPERITY. I wish the same for all those have been tortured by WAR and inhuman forces in the world. I prey that Allah’s Justice will be done soon and victor’s justice will be ruled out soon. Roopa Sharma Hasan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/219183084208557369-5784722658478752541?l=roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/feeds/5784722658478752541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=219183084208557369&amp;postID=5784722658478752541&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5784722658478752541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/219183084208557369/posts/default/5784722658478752541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roopasharmahasan.blogspot.com/2008/07/saddam-vs-gandhi.html' title='Saddam Vs Gandhi'/><author><name>Roopa Sharma Hasan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059732787519271669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EcYByGPIXFE/SJAQo8E0fbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X7qlPgBNXM/S220/6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
