<?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-19525492</id><updated>2011-04-29T14:57:06.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham na hongaye to tumhain janye wafa :::yaad aaein gee hamree batain</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog is full of goodies, some sweetners and some Karwee la'te coffee.. I randomly or I should say rarely write on my own, but mostly put together every day readings and stuff about here and there I find interesting on this blog. read and have fun
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Your's Truly!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-116412582339498693</id><published>2006-11-21T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:17:03.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aattay Jaatay Khoobsorat Awara serku pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kis Qadar ye Haseen Khial Mila hay&lt;br /&gt;Rah may Aik raishmi roomal mila hay&lt;br /&gt;Jo giraya tha kisi nay jaan kar&lt;br /&gt;jis ka ho lay jai wo pahchaan kar&lt;br /&gt;warna may rukh luu gaa usko jaan kar&lt;br /&gt;kisi husn walay ki nishani maan kar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aattay Jaatay Khoobsorat Awara serku pay kabhi kabhi Itifaq say...&lt;br /&gt;kitnay anjan log mil jatay hein in may say kuch log bhool jatay hein kuch yaad rah jatay hein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-116412582339498693?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/116412582339498693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=116412582339498693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/116412582339498693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/116412582339498693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/11/aattay-jaatay-khoobsorat-awara-serku.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-115957683199252328</id><published>2006-09-29T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:40:32.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“U love someone&lt;br /&gt;U marry someone else.&lt;br /&gt;The one u marry becomes ur wife or husband.&lt;br /&gt;And the one u loved becomes the password of ur mail id”&lt;a id="more-5538"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one perfect child in the world &amp; every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one perfect wife in the world &amp;amp; every neighbour has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.———— —&lt;br /&gt;If someone says u r ugly, its ok, if someone says u r stupid, its ok,&lt;br /&gt;If someone says u r a genius slap him as tight as you can cos there is limit of kidding n someone just crossed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;Three dreams of a man:&lt;br /&gt;To be as handsome as his mother thinks.&lt;br /&gt;To be as rich as his child believes.&lt;br /&gt;To have as many women as his wife suspects…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;Husband &amp; wife are like liver and kidney. Husband is the liver &amp;amp; wife the kidney.&lt;br /&gt;If the liver fails, the kidney fails. If the kidney fails, the liver manages with other kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;Generation Next Motto: Na hum shaadi karenge, na apne bachchon ko karne denge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;What’s the diff between Dava &amp; Daru?&lt;br /&gt;Dava is like a girlfriend, that comes with an expiry date and&lt;br /&gt;Daru is like a wife, Jitni purani hogi utna sir chad ke bolegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;Wife ko Begum kyon kehte hain?&lt;br /&gt;Kyonki shaadi ke baad saare gum to husband ke hisse mein aate hain or wife Be-Gum ho jaati hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———— —&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese have produced a camera that has such a fast shutter speed it can take a picture of a woman with her mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-115957683199252328?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/115957683199252328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=115957683199252328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/115957683199252328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/115957683199252328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/09/u-love-someone-u-marry-someone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-115936893476980985</id><published>2006-09-27T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:55:34.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;JOKES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were seeking a divorce at a local court. But the custody of their child posed a problem.The mother jumped to her feet and protested to the judge that since she had brought the child into this world, she should retain custody.The man also wanted custody of his child. The judge asked for his side of the story too.After a long moment of silence, the man rose from his chair and argued, 'Your Honour, when I put a dollar in a vending machine and a Pepsi comes out, does the Pepsi belong to me or to the machine?'Hai koi jawaab???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A lion held a huge party at his place ,He invited only his fellow lions.The lions were dancing when a mouse also came a joined in.The lion asked the mouse why he entered the party when the other species were not invited.The mouse said 'Shaadi se pehle main bhi sher tha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A japanese couple have illegitimate twins, what do they name them?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Jo Hua , So hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Indians were being delivered their new fleet of fighter jets, an instructor espically came from Russia to explain the Indidan Air Force &amp; Army the simplictiy of the operation of the planes (from Russia because India buys their planes from Russia) So when the first plane was delivered, the instructor told the Indian Army " this has 3 buttons, the one on the top is to take off, the one on the left is to go left and the one on the right is to go right."The soldiers nodded in understanding. But one soldier raised his hand and asked " But sir, how will we get down?"The instuctor replied "Oh ! Leave that to the Pakistanis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-115936893476980985?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/115936893476980985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=115936893476980985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/115936893476980985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/115936893476980985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/09/jokes-man-and-his-wife-were-seeking.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114743925595673453</id><published>2006-05-12T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:07:35.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reasons not to mess with KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." Without missing a beat, or loo king up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt;  teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.. " "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chipcookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114743925595673453?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114743925595673453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114743925595673453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743925595673453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743925595673453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/05/reasons-not-to-mess-with-kids-1-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114743819086029209</id><published>2006-05-12T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:49:50.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logically speaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I'm a nobody, nobody is perfect, and therefore I'm perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- If I save time, when do I get it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- The statement below is true. The statement above is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- As I said before, I never repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Best way to prevent a hangover is to stay drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but, if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I was born intelligent.... education ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where train stops. On my desk, I have a work station... What more can I say !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak. --- How come "abbreviated" is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- The Best of Proverbs : Should women have children after 35? No, 35 children are enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Living on Earth may be expensive...but it includes an annual free trip around the Sun....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Your future depends on your dreams. So go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SMOKING KILLS SLOWLY. So what? Who's in a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A drunk was hauled into court. "Mister", the judge began, "you've been brought here for drinking...." "Great," the drunk exclaimed . When do we get started ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Can you do anything that other people can't ? Sure, I can read my handwriting.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114743819086029209?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114743819086029209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114743819086029209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743819086029209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743819086029209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/05/logically-speaking-im-nobody-nobody-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114743735130346661</id><published>2006-05-12T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:35:51.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izhar-e-Gham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansoo nikel parye to maree laaj rah gaee&lt;br /&gt;izharye gham ka warna saleeqa na tha mujhye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114743735130346661?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114743735130346661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114743735130346661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743735130346661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114743735130346661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/05/izhar-e-gham-ansoo-nikel-parye-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114650001176247719</id><published>2006-05-01T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:13:31.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aj Dil Bohat Udas Hay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am feeling lonely.. may nahi janta kia karna chaihye.. I lost everything. My pride, my soul and closed ones are all gone. I do things what give me temporary happiness. Magar raat gai baat gai and then its my inner voices that takes over hammering on my head slowly in harmonic motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time I thought of doin something really stupid with myself. Wana hurt myself, may be I wana punish myself. I am to blame for this state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just confusing. I found myself chained up in desi culture and American influence around me. Nothing gives peace of mind in both of cultures. Depressing thoughts are all over.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to read inspirational stories or chicken soup for soul type articles. They makes me more depressed. I am not as strong as the pplz listing their experience.&lt;br /&gt;Love gonna get me killed one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114650001176247719?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114650001176247719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114650001176247719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114650001176247719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114650001176247719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/05/aj-dil-bohat-udas-hay-i-am-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114433795170431548</id><published>2006-04-06T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:39:11.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMM:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go hathu may Junbish nahI Ankhu may Dum to hay&lt;br /&gt;Rahnay do Saghar-0-Maina meray agay.&lt;br /&gt;(Ghalib)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114433795170431548?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114432653484899334</id><published>2006-04-06T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:28:54.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dekha hai zindagi ko, kuchh itna kareeb se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Sahir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekha hai zindagi ko, kuchh itna kareeb se&lt;br /&gt;chehre tamaam lagane lage hain ajeeb se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahane ko dil ki baat jinhein dhoondhte the hum&lt;br /&gt;mehfil mein aa gaye hain woh apne naseeb se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neelaam ho raha tha kisi naazneen ka pyaar&lt;br /&gt;qeemat nahin chukaai gai ik gharib se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teri vafa ki laash pe la main hi daal doon&lt;br /&gt;resham ka ye kafan jo milaa hai raqeeb se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekha hai zindagi ko, kuchh itna kareeb se&lt;br /&gt;chehre tamaam lagane lage hain ajeeb se&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114432653484899334?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114432653484899334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114432653484899334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114432653484899334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114432653484899334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/04/dekha-hai-zindagi-ko-kuchh-itna-kareeb.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114415862822449982</id><published>2006-04-04T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:50:28.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Shair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukna ho to soo bahanay&lt;br /&gt;Jana ho to raastay baray hain&lt;br /&gt;(Ahmed Faraz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114415862822449982?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114415814951264683</id><published>2006-04-04T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:42:29.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if you get Chris Rock's phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurasnyctales.com/current/chris-rock.html"&gt;http://www.laurasnyctales.com/current/chris-rock.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114415814951264683?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114374174001244726</id><published>2006-03-30T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:02:20.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effective Communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Max are walking from religious service.Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying. Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?" So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest,may I smoke while I pray?" But the Priest says, "No, my son, you may not. That's utter disrespect to our religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him. Max says, "I'm not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try." And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I pray while I smoke?" To which the Priest eagerly replies,"By all means,my son. By all means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral : The reply you get depends on the question you ask.For Example : Can I work on this project while I'm on vacation ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114374174001244726?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114374174001244726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114374174001244726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114374174001244726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114374174001244726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/effective-communication-jack-and-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114374160283589330</id><published>2006-03-30T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:00:02.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TONGUE TWISTERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies.&lt;br /&gt;* Black bug bit a big black bear.But where is the big black bear that the big black bug bit?&lt;br /&gt;* Double bubble gum,bubbles double.&lt;br /&gt;* A box of mixed biscuits, a mixed biscuit box.&lt;br /&gt;* Upper roller lower roller upper lower roller...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114374160283589330?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114374160283589330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114374160283589330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114374160283589330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114374160283589330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/tongue-twisters-good-cook-could-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114304035262073993</id><published>2006-03-22T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:17:53.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUNNY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Send ur girlfriend 2 me &amp; get a child FREE HURRY!! 1st ten entries will get Twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SEX is My Fav. I Do it regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Do it &amp;amp; Feel Gd! U'll enjoy it! I'll Die w/out&lt;br /&gt;SEX&lt;br /&gt;S-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;E-Eat&lt;br /&gt;X-xercise&lt;br /&gt;So do it everiday, gd for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is 6" long, has a head on it and drives women crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do women like intelligent men?&lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are the three fastest means of communication?&lt;br /&gt;1) Internet 2) Telephone 3) Telawoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her.&lt;br /&gt;Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eighty percent of married men cheat in America, the rest cheat in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last night I hugged my pillow and dreamt of you... I wish that someday I'd dream about my pillow and I'd be hugging you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114304035262073993?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114304035262073993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114304035262073993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114304035262073993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114304035262073993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-send-ur-girlfriend-2-me-feel-gd.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114303773477264772</id><published>2006-03-22T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:32:02.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A MAN WITH NO BAD HABBITS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Once a man was waiting for a taxi. A beggar came along and asked him for some money. The man ignored him. But being a professional, the beggar kept on pestering him. The man became irritated when he realized that the beggar would not leave him alone unless he parts with some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Suddenly an idea struck him. He told the beggar, "I do not have money, But if you tell me what you want to do with the money, I will certainly help you ." "I would have bought a cup of tea", replied the beggar. The man said, "Sorry man. I can offer you a cigarette instead of tea ". He then took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to the beggar. The beggar told, "I don't smoke as it is injurious to health." The man smiled and took a bottle of whisky from his pocket and told the beggar, "Here, take this bottle and enjoy the stuff. It is really good". The beggar refused by saying, " Alcohol muddles the brain and damages the liver". The man smiled again. He told the beggar, "I am going to the race course. Come with me and I will arrange for some tickets and we will place bets. If we win, you take the whole amount and leave me alone". As before, the beggar politely refused the latest offer by saying, "Sorry sir, I can't come with you as betting on horses is a bad habit ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Suddenly the man felt relieved and asked the beggar to come to his home with him. Finally, the beggar's face lit up in anticipation of receiving at least something from the man. But he still had his doubts and asked the man, "Why do you want me to go to your house with you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The man replied, "My wife always wanted to see how a man with no bad habits looks like !!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114303773477264772?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114303773477264772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114303773477264772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114303773477264772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114303773477264772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/man-with-no-bad-habbits-once-man-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114286701540095859</id><published>2006-03-20T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:03:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;AISA HOTA KYUN HAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi kaisey batayey keh woh tanha kyun hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh jo apna tha wohi aaj kisi ka kyun hai,&lt;br /&gt;yehi dunya hai to phir aisi yeh dunya kyun hai,&lt;br /&gt;Yehi hota hai to phir aisa hi hota kyun hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114286701540095859?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114286701540095859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114286701540095859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114286701540095859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114286701540095859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/aisa-hota-kyun-hay-koi-kaisey-batayey.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114231035459698502</id><published>2006-03-13T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:25:54.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-Z Rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Always must win&lt;br /&gt;B - Borrow but never return&lt;br /&gt;C - Cheap is good&lt;br /&gt;D - Don't trust anyone&lt;br /&gt;E - Everything also must grab!&lt;br /&gt;F - Free! Free! Free!&lt;br /&gt;G - Grab fist talk later&lt;br /&gt;H - Help yourself to everything&lt;br /&gt;I - I first, I want, I everything&lt;br /&gt;J - Jump queue&lt;br /&gt;K - Keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;L - Look for discount&lt;br /&gt;M - Must not lose face&lt;br /&gt;N - Never mind what they think&lt;br /&gt;O - Outdo everyone you know&lt;br /&gt;P - Pay only when necessary&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quit while you are ahead&lt;br /&gt;R - Rushing and pushing wins the race&lt;br /&gt;S - Sample are always welcome&lt;br /&gt;T - Take but don't give&lt;br /&gt;U - Unless it's free forget it&lt;br /&gt;V - Vow to be number one&lt;br /&gt;W - Winner takes it All! All! All!&lt;br /&gt;X - X'tre = More&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yell if necessary to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zebras are desi's because they want to be black and white at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114231035459698502?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114231035459698502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114231035459698502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114231035459698502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114231035459698502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/z-rules-always-must-win-b-borrow-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114221378862665606</id><published>2006-03-12T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:36:29.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=16213cv22z134d27zn.jpg" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/5628/16213cv22z134d27zn.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114221378862665606?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114221378862665606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114221378862665606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114221378862665606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114221378862665606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-beach.html' title='a beautiful beach'/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114184466239009509</id><published>2006-03-08T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:04:22.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait, fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that before lunch you looked around, may be you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn’t bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of our friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn’t. That’s okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don’t know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn’t talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said good night to your family you popped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That’s okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I’ve got patience, more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation. Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114184466239009509?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114184466239009509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114184466239009509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114184466239009509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114184466239009509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-letter-as-you-got-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114174766210729255</id><published>2006-03-07T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:07:42.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joke:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Do you find me preety or ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Husband:I think you are a bit of both. I think you are preety ugly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114174766210729255?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114174766210729255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114174766210729255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114174766210729255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114174766210729255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/joke-wife-do-you-find-me-preety-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114166459667641813</id><published>2006-03-06T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:03:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/capt.sge.fpu51.151105222900.photo00.photo.default-380x264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/capt.sge.fpu51.151105222900.photo00.photo.default-380x264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bol kay Lubb Azad hein Teray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114166459667641813?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114166459667641813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114166459667641813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114166459667641813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114166459667641813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/bol-kay-lubb-azad-hein-teray.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114141626976799920</id><published>2006-03-03T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:04:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SH&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisaar Mein Teri Galion Pe Ai Watan Ke Jahan&lt;br /&gt;Chali Hai Rasm ke Koi Na Sur Uthaa Ke Chale.&lt;br /&gt;Jo Koi Chahne Wala Tawaf Ko Nikle.&lt;br /&gt;Nazar Bacha Ke Chale Jism-o-Jaan Chura Ke Chale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114141626976799920?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114141626976799920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114141626976799920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114141626976799920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114141626976799920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/shair-nisaar-mein-teri-galion-pe-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114132265875783516</id><published>2006-03-02T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:04:18.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye Sanam ! Tere Khat Aanay Q Band Hogayee&lt;br /&gt;MOHABBAT Kam Hogayiii Ya DaaK Khanay Band HOgayeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114132265875783516?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114132265875783516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114132265875783516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114132265875783516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114132265875783516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-letters-aye-sanam-tere-khat-aanay.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114132220407619113</id><published>2006-03-02T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:56:55.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Petition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do sign the petition mentioned below. This is a deep matter of concern for the muslims of the world.Only more than 18796 signatures so far . Number of Muslims all over the world exceeds 1.3 billions . The least we can do for our Prophet (Peace be upon Him) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/moh12345/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/moh12345/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114132220407619113?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114132220407619113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114132220407619113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114132220407619113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114132220407619113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/03/petition-please-do-sign-petition.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114064071932455365</id><published>2006-02-22T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:38:39.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"After a while, you learn the difference between holding hands &amp;amp; falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something. That promises can be broken just as quickly as they were made. That sometimes good-byes really are forever. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Anonymas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114064071932455365?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114064071932455365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114064071932455365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114064071932455365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114064071932455365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-while-you-learn-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114011862042041052</id><published>2006-02-16T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:37:00.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question. Why Men Lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Because truth hurt girls... mwaahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114011862042041052?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114011862042041052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114011862042041052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114011862042041052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114011862042041052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/question.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114011834850654099</id><published>2006-02-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:32:28.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THINK LIKE A DONKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    NOW --------Be a good Donkey and tell all the donkeys you Know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Think like a donkey.....does this make sense....If you think 'no' than something is wrong with your senses.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114011834850654099?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114011834850654099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114011834850654099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114011834850654099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114011834850654099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/think-like-donkey-one-day-farmers.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-114001141374921178</id><published>2006-02-15T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:50:13.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/cute1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/cute1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/cute1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable Twins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-114001141374921178?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/114001141374921178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=114001141374921178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114001141374921178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/114001141374921178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/adorable-twins.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113986516113217017</id><published>2006-02-13T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:12:41.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;daman nachoR deN to farishteY wuzo kareN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye ada, ye naz, ye andaz aap-ka ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulfat ki raahoN meN haiN pech-o-kham .. O sanam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player's statement: meN wo sapahi hooN jo aik mahaaz-e-jang se lot-ta hai to doosra tayaar hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum ko shohrat ho mubarik .. hum ko ruswa na karo&lt;br /&gt;Khud bi bik jaao ge ik roz ... ye soda na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoq se parda karo .. parda hai wajib lekin&lt;br /&gt;meri qismat ke andheron me .. izafa na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choom leney do rukh-e-yaar ko ji-bher ke hamen&lt;br /&gt;zindagi peyaar hai .. tum peyaar se roka na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koshishen karney se halaat badal jaatey hain khud&lt;br /&gt;bigaari hui taqdeer ka .. shikwa na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandagi hi se to hai .. banda-nawazi un ki&lt;br /&gt;baaz nadaan ye kehtey hain ke .. sajda na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsh pe khaak-nashinon ka basera toba&lt;br /&gt;jo na poori ho kabhi aesi .. tamana na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husn ko tum ne khuda samjha hai lekin .. ae munir&lt;br /&gt;khud banaaye huye maabood ki .. pooja na karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambhaalo zara apna aanchal ghulaabi&lt;br /&gt;Dikhaao na has-has ke aankheN sharabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salook in ka dunya meN acha nahiN hai&lt;br /&gt;Haseenon pe hum ko bharosa nahiN hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UthaateY hain nazreN , to girti hai bijli&lt;br /&gt;Adaa jo bhi nikli , qayamat hi nikli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JahaN tum ne chehrey se aanchal hataaya&lt;br /&gt;Wahin ahl-e-dill ko tamaasha banaaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113986516113217017?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113986516113217017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113986516113217017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113986516113217017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113986516113217017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/daman-nachor-den-to-farishtey-wuzo.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113960154093535701</id><published>2006-02-10T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:03:44.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ajj to bay wajha udas hai jee&lt;br /&gt;ishq hota to koi bat bhi thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khuud ko socha hai teri soch say jab say&lt;br /&gt;mein khud apni hi nazron mein gir gaya houn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chor day sari dunea kisi kay leaay&lt;br /&gt;ye munasib nahin admi kay leay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum koi has khush nahin FARHAT&lt;br /&gt;zindagi kea hai bus guzara hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad rekhnay kay leay aur na bhulanay kay leay&lt;br /&gt;ab wo milta hai to bus rasm nibhanay kay leay&lt;br /&gt;hum bhi is umer-e-rawan mein kahin bah jaein gay&lt;br /&gt;tu bhi bqi na rehay ga humein panay kay leay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugh ko teray hyal say wahshat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;is darja bay-adab ye tabiat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haad hai usi kay pas hai kirdar ki sanad&lt;br /&gt;jis ki tamam shahr mein izzat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaro dua karo ye koi hadsa na ho&lt;br /&gt;pehlay yon intazar mein lazzat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya to jafaein ap ki hadd say guzar gaein&lt;br /&gt;ya phir humein sazaoon ki adat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazib gham-e-hyat ki talhi zuban pay hai&lt;br /&gt;warna humein jahan say shikayat kabhi na thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo jo dunea say kuch khafa khafa sa lagta hai&lt;br /&gt;jab bhi dekhoon to her bar naya lagta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara se dair mein barson ka dostana lagay&lt;br /&gt;wo ajnabi hai ta-aluq magar purana lagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein us maqam per us juda hoa houn jahan&lt;br /&gt;ab us ko dhoondna chahon to ik zamana lagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khyal-o-khwab ki dunea ka aik hum rahi&lt;br /&gt;mughay kabhi to haqeeqat kabhi fasana lagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humein bhi bolna ata hai bol saktay hein&lt;br /&gt;hamaray chahnay walon ko ger bura na lagay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113960154093535701?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113959628230869633</id><published>2006-02-10T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:36:17.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/nyp_oe.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/nyp_oe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feb 9th, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1.5M CITY SCHOOL RIP-OFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By DAVID SEIFMAN City Hall Bureau Chief&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two-thirds of the money that the Department of Education paid for certain computer consultants ended up in the pockets of a middleman under an illegal scheme that cost taxpayers $1.5 million, investigators have determined.&lt;br /&gt;Some school officials were aware of the practice and, in an astonishing move, even asked the consulting company to boost its rate, apparently to funnel more money to the favored middleman.&lt;br /&gt;"Unaccustomed to requests from clients for higher bills," the stunned contractor said in a request for written authorization - which never came, according to a Dec. 27 report from Special Schools Investigator Richard Condon to Chancellor Joel Klein.&lt;br /&gt;Condon criticized three Department of Education officials for failing in their "oversight responsibilities."'&lt;br /&gt;All three - Kevin Gill, Vincent Romano and Bruce Hoffman - had left in 2003 as a result of an earlier investigation into inflated billings in the $400 million school-lunch program.&lt;br /&gt;A fourth school official cited by Condon retired last August. Condon recommended that a fifth, still employed, be fired.&lt;br /&gt;Condon said the school system was ripped off because it allowed a per-diem consultant, Mohinder Lamba, wide latitude in hiring for the Department of Education's contracted computer vendors, TSR Consulting Services and Data Industries, Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The services were provided to two DOE offices: pupil transportation and information technology.&lt;br /&gt;But Condon said workers who were recruited off the Internet ended up on the payroll of Reba Software &amp; Services, a company owned by Lamba.&lt;br /&gt;The school system's contract with TSR and Data Industries doesn't allow subcontracting.&lt;br /&gt;Before new administrators halted the practice, Condon found, Reba billed Data and TSR nearly $9 million for consultants assigned to the school system from October 2000 through July 2003.&lt;br /&gt;Data and TSR, in turn, marked up these bills by 15 percent, Condon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:david.seifman@nypost.com"&gt;david.seifman@nypost.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WOW!!!! $9 Millions--- I WORKED FOR THEM......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113959628230869633?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113959628230869633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113959628230869633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113959628230869633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113959628230869633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/feb-9th-20061.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113950623072970747</id><published>2006-02-09T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:30:30.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Har Qom Pukaray Gee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/HUSSAIN1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/HUSSAIN1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113950623072970747?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113950623072970747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113950623072970747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113950623072970747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113950623072970747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/har-qom-pukaray-gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113941198328890248</id><published>2006-02-08T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:19:43.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some untold cricket stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket has seen many stars emerge to stardom, and then recede into the deep recesses of oblivion. Some just came up, took a look and conquered, while others had to face the music of Brutus on the very first day. History is cruel, and so are we. Like history let us all also forget about the first day martyrs and talk about living Caesars…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article recounts the untold stories behind some sterling performances which we have witnessed over the years. Enough has been written over these flashes of brilliance, but I am sure the behind-the-scene stories are yet to be told. Not to say that these would diminish or eclipse the splendor of those achievements, but would surely make for interesting reading for the cricket tsunamiites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stroll down memory lane, and re-visit the multinational cup being played at Nairobi gymkhana, Nairobi Kenya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan need to beat Srilanka to make it to the finals. But any belligerent plans are offset by the news of skipper Wasim Akram’s father’s illness and his subsequent departure for Pakistan. The team management contacts the Board and asks for a replacement, the obvious and unanimous choice is not also available….busy getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Now the team management is in a fix…who do they call to fill in? Haroon Rashid, the manager of the Pak U-19 team, on tour in the West Indies, calls up the manager of the national team and says he has a few youngsters with him with promise…he is asked to send in the only all-rounder.&lt;br /&gt;That 16 year old flies in to join the team and is taken straight to the nets, and the way that man thrashes Waqar Younis and the other bowlers with aplomb amazes the great burewala express. Waqar Younis, insists upon his inclusion into the next crunch game against Srilanka…but the stand-in skipper Saeed Anwar is not willing to risk him…he said quite candidly that this was an inexperienced guy and merely hitting in the nets does not mean that he would be good at the live game as well. Waqar Younis said, "None can hit me like that in the nets as well skipper”. That sentence seals his inclusion in the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the match, Waqar Younis gives that youngster a few tips and a very special gift…a bat personally used by Sachin Tendulkar that Sachin presented to Waqar sometime back for knocking him over 4 times in a row in a Sahara Cup match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy goes out to hit with that bat used by the maestro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the cliche goes, the rest is history. As soon as that boy stepped to the crease all hell broke loose…a floodgate of sixes was opened up that drowned the fate of the hapless and bedazzled Lankans……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hitting 11 scud-like, towering sixes and 6 fours in a matter of 45 minutes that kid created history. Winning the game was only one part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking about Shahid Afridi. It was Sachin’s bat he used in that game and hit that hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us go into flashback. Now we are in May 1997. The stage is Chinnaswamy Stadium, Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan are again in a must-win position….they need to beat India at their home ground to reach the final of a series. The buildup to the game is huge…and with Wasim and Waqar both missing the tournament, Pakistani bowling looks depleted and impotent. The onus lies on the batsman to deliver and win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameez Raja, the Pakistani captain, has bought a bat the evening before from some shop in downtown Chennai to use in the game. He played with it in the nets before the game and found it to be a good piece of willow. Opener Saeed Anwar who is yet to score decently in the tournament walks upto him and asks him to  let him use the bat as his gear is in the room. Rameez gives him the bat. Saeed plays with it and finds it to be useful. He wants to continue with the same bat. Rameez, being a generous man, accedes to the request and lets him use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game begins and Saeed goes out Rameez's bat….and again history is created….he goes on and on and on to score a mammoth 194, the highest individual innings score for any batsman in the history of one day cricket; the win was just a formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a token of appreciation, Rameez gifts that bat to Saeed Anwar. Several years later, while sitting comfortably in his chair on the plush lawns of a military golf club situated in a leading hill resort, Saeed Anwar recounts a page from the past, while sipping coffee and a smile on his face. Let us continue with another page from history. The stage is yet again India…this time the city is Kolkata, the famous Eden Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last test match has been won by Indians and Pakistan needs to win the match to take the lead and win the opening match of the inaugural Asian test championship….Pakistan are disappointed with Waqar Younis’ performance so far. They have a back up in a young Shoaib Akhtar…but according to Wasim his attitude is not ideal and he doubted whether he has the focus to get only a single test batsman out. But after much debate the team management goes for Shoaib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan score 175 in their first innings. Indians in response are on a roll with Ramesh and Rahul Dravid going strong and milking Pakistani bowlers for runs. Wasim, out of sheer frustration, asks a rookie fast bowler called ”Allah lok” by the teammates (for his bizarre attitude towards life) to take up the attack. That man has been bragging since morning that he would get Tendulkar out today much to the chagrin of the skipper, who does not like tall talk followed with no work… Wasim says, “Yaar pehlay is ku tu faarigh karo” indicating towards Dravid who is standing like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy runs in and hurls a thunderbolt at Dravid. Poor Dravid had to decide in a fraction of a second, either to save his stumps or lose his toe forever; he loses his stumps and is able to walk back safely towards the dressing room. A huge roar erupts. Tendulkar is on the field….so much anticipation…so much expectation…what a build-up to the grand finale….&lt;br /&gt;That rookie has something else on his mind. He plans to bite India from the same hole for the second consecutive time. He rushes in, and fires yet another scud at medullar. Instinctively, Tendulkar moves forward, but instead of the rhythmical music of ball hitting the willow, he hears the dreaded crash of ball smashing the stumps. That was the only sound he heard that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have seen 100,000 people speak up at once or to observe a minute’s silence, but that silence was spontaneous….all fell silent as if the wind had been taken out of their sails, their hopes dashed, their fates crashed. They observed a minute’s silence at the sad demise of Indian batting superiority over Pakistan for good….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man proves true to his word and dismisses Tendulkar in the first ball. During the tea break he calls up his Mom and says, “I told you I will knock him over, I told you.“ I don’t know what his mom said in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saqlain Mushtaq lost his bet against him. Both had placed a wager as to who would dismiss Tendulkar. Shoaib won more than the bet and Saqlain was happy to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113941198328890248?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113941198328890248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113941198328890248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113941198328890248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113941198328890248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-untold-cricket-stories-cricket.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113926156868532791</id><published>2006-02-06T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:32:48.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some interesting thoughts by chowk's writer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is my question: don't we all agree that when we fell in love as teenagers, it gave us the best feelings? Better than the feelings we get now? I mean really. That love was real and made our hearts beat endlessly. We had to hide it from our parents, from our siblings from our nosy friends. It would take us months to say a simple "hello" to that girl. Another few months to get her phone number. And then another few months to tell her, sheepishly, that we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started to grow older, and the real love lost its meanings, it started to take us less and less time to accomplish the same. Then there came a time when we would express our feelings of love to the girl just one week after we thought we loved her. In some cases, in fact, it all boiled down to one night stands too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113926156868532791?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113926156868532791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113926156868532791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113926156868532791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113926156868532791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-interesting-thoughts-by-chowks.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113898173066425105</id><published>2006-02-03T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:48:50.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manqabat-e-Ahul-e-Bait(A.S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shah ast &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;, Badshah ast &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deen ast &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;, Deen Panah ast &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sar dad, na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haqaa key binaey La ila ast &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hussain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hussain is the Master, Hussain is the King,&lt;br /&gt;Hussain is Faith, Hussain is Refuge for the Faith,&lt;br /&gt;He gave his head but not his hand in Yazeed's hand&lt;br /&gt;Verily Hussain is the foundation of La'Illah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hussain agar na shaheed hotay&lt;br /&gt;Yazeediat kay asool hotay&lt;br /&gt;Roza namaz fazool hotay&lt;br /&gt;Tu Aaj ghar ghar yazeed hotay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali (a.s) Aamil Ali Kamil, Ali Kashti, Ali Sahil&lt;br /&gt;Agar Insaf Say Pochoo, Ali Islam Ka Hai Dil&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ki Badshahi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ism-e-Ilahi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Eik Mizan Mein Toola&lt;br /&gt;Zuban Kay Sath Dil Bola&lt;br /&gt;Ali Maula, Ali Maula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Nad-e-Ali Padh Kar, Kahoo Ya Fate-e-Khaibar&lt;br /&gt;To Mushkil Hogi Mushkil Mein,&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ka Nam Hi Sun Kar&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ki Badshahi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ism-e-Ilahi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Eik Mizan Mein Toola&lt;br /&gt;Zuban Kay Sath Dil Bola&lt;br /&gt;Ali Maula, Ali Maula X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thukta-e-dar par mesum bian dethain hain&lt;br /&gt;Ray ga naam-e-ali hum zaban dethain hai&lt;br /&gt;Aee muhiboo safaien banaoo&lt;br /&gt;hum naamz-e ishqey ali mein azaa dethain hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Joo Panch(5) Waqat Moazan Azaan dattay hain&lt;br /&gt;Hussain(a.s) Jeet Ghaahy Yaaa Bayyan Dattay Hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALO SALAM KARAIN USS KAY AASTANAY KO&lt;br /&gt;HUSSAIN(as) PAAL KAY DIYA JIS NAY ZAMANY KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shair for Mola Abbas Alamdar's bravery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na zarurat thi talwar ki na or kisi hathyar ki,&lt;br /&gt;Fakat ek Duaa thi Karbala me &lt;strong&gt;ALAMDAAR&lt;/strong&gt; ki,&lt;br /&gt;Bus miljaye ijazat Aaka HUSSAIN se&lt;br /&gt;To yaad dila dunga jung HAIDER-E-KARRAR ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIKANDER KHUSH NAHIN HAY LOOT KAR DOOLAT ZAMANY KI&lt;br /&gt;QALANDER DOONO HATTO SAY LOOTA KUR RUKS KARTA HAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALI KI BAADSHAHIYE HAIALI ISM-E-ILAHI HAIHAR EK MEEZAN MEIN TOLLAALI MOULA ALI MOULA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113898173066425105?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113898173066425105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113898173066425105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113898173066425105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113898173066425105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/manqabat-e-ahul-e-baita.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113891585158862956</id><published>2006-02-02T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:30:51.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/Girl_friend_from_hell.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/Girl_friend_from_hell.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl Friend From Hell....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(A funny pic by Teeth.com/pk/blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;any comments??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113891585158862956?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113891585158862956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113891585158862956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113891585158862956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113891585158862956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/girl-friend-from-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113891291274839870</id><published>2006-02-02T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:41:52.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Funny ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas nazraun se dekh liya hota agar tamanna thi darane ki&lt;br /&gt;Ham yunhi behosh ho gaye hote kya zaroorat thi muskurane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai tu agar mera dilbar&lt;br /&gt;Hai tu agar mera dilbar,&lt;br /&gt;To aaj ke lunch ka bill tu bhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Shohar Number 420&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Shohar Number 420&lt;br /&gt;Khirki se bahar deikhta hoon&lt;br /&gt;larkiyon se bhari college ki Bus,&lt;br /&gt;jab unhain chor k jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;aik larki jo paros mein rehti hai,&lt;br /&gt;mere saamne aati hai&lt;br /&gt;khud ko Samiya kehti hai&lt;br /&gt;mujhe Uncle bulati hai&lt;br /&gt;aisi pariyon ko deikh kar,&lt;br /&gt;bahar jaane ko jee karta hai&lt;br /&gt;khirki se neeche kood kar,&lt;br /&gt;hath milane ko jee karta hai&lt;br /&gt;Apni Biwi ko chor kar,&lt;br /&gt;bhaag jaane ko jee karta hai&lt;br /&gt;Wo kehte hain uska Bhai tandrust hai bohat&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi maar khane ko jee karta hai&lt;br /&gt;wo kehte hain ab kuch hath nahin aaye ga&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi kuch paane ko jee karta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Main Shohar Number 420 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would never be complete without few sweets n nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets like ME and nuts like YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munna: Abay Circuit! Jaa baajo walay ghar say Doctor ko bula k laa, meri tabiat kharab ho reli hai.&lt;br /&gt;Circuit: Aey Bhai ! aap to khud doctor ho.&lt;br /&gt;Munna: Bolay to meri fees buhat zyada hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munna: Teray ko maaloom hai k cigarette aik tarah say slow poison ka kaam karta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Patient: To mujhay konsa marnay ki jaldi hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardarji was driving down the highway to Disneyland when he saw a sign that said "DISNEYLAND LEFT". After thinking for a minute, he said to himself "oh well !" and turned around and drove back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh went to an eye specialist to get his eyes tested and asked, "Doctor, will I be able to read after wearing glasses?" "Yes, of course," said the doctor, "why not!" "Oh! How nice it would be ," said Banta with joy, "I have been illiterate for so long."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113891291274839870?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113891291274839870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113891291274839870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113891291274839870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113891291274839870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-funny-ones-bas-nazraun-se-dekh.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113890877736269917</id><published>2006-02-02T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:32:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Interesting One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/410.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/410.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113890877736269917?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113890877736269917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113890877736269917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113890877736269917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113890877736269917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/interesting-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113889519867408191</id><published>2006-02-02T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:46:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mairaj-un-Nabbi (PBUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab Hamd hui Mahmood(Allah) kay Ghar&lt;br /&gt;To Ahmed(PBUH) Mahmaan hua ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar(PBUH) ka sair ko dil thera&lt;br /&gt;Jibrael(A.S) bhi sath gia ho gaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kam shor tu kar, kuch ghor tu kar&lt;br /&gt;kia wo Raahbar(PBUH) tujh sa ho ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu barq lagay to jal jai&lt;br /&gt;Burraaq par wo(pbuh) bheta ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab farsh ki rahein farsh hui&lt;br /&gt;jab arsh par arsh saja ho ga&lt;br /&gt;anwaar k noree rastay may&lt;br /&gt;har noor ka noor barha ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addam saree Olaad liay&lt;br /&gt;dum dum Hairaan khara ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozakh ki agh bujhi ho gee, janat ka bagh khila ho ga&lt;br /&gt;Jutii Gibrael(a.s) say Qad-Awar, qadmu may noor basa ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daood(A.S) kay athar hontu nay Taaha(Allah) ka geet parha ho ga&lt;br /&gt;Ilmaan ki aan barhee ho gee malkoot may jashan bapa ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sartaj shafa'at noor jabeen khud chera wajulha ho gaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatheer libaas, shareef badan&lt;br /&gt;khadkhaal may khulq chupa ho ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab kon kahay kis soorat may&lt;br /&gt;Ayaat ka roop mila ho ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mola Ali (a.s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah nay rooh say ye iqrar lia thaa&lt;br /&gt;Har Saheb-e-immaan ka Haider hee walii hay&lt;br /&gt;Ye ahl-e-jehan mera badan qatal karein gay&lt;br /&gt;Jab tak meri rooh zinda hay us may to Ali (a.s) hein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113889519867408191?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113889519867408191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113889519867408191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113889519867408191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113881721700964912</id><published>2006-02-01T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:12:07.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woh kahein bhi gaya lota to mere pas ayaa&lt;br /&gt;Bus yehi baat hai achi meray harjae ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Dastoor-e-Zaba Bandi Kaisa Teri Mahfil Mai&lt;br /&gt;Yahan Tu Baat Karnai Ko Tarasti Hai Zaba Meri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Itna Toot Ke Milyeh Ke Hum Ko Shak Guzrai&lt;br /&gt;Khuloos Mai Bhi Hai Shart-e-Faasla Rakhna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatto chorro in dukh bhari batoon ko&lt;br /&gt;khushi ki khaber hay, chalo sub ko sunaein&lt;br /&gt;nai zindagi buhut mubarak ho Azad&lt;br /&gt;rotay to roz hain, chalo aaj zara muskuraein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye sheher sumudar kay kinaray per hai abaad&lt;br /&gt;iss sheher main rehna ho to oqaat main rehna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek din wo meray aib ginwanay laga Faraz&lt;br /&gt;Jab khud hi thak gaya to mujhay sochna para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itna Qareeb AAO k jee bhar k daikh loon !!&lt;br /&gt;Shayad k phir milo to yeh Zauq e nazar na ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoon na mil mujh say khafa ho jaysay&lt;br /&gt;saath chal mauj e wafa ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;log yoon daikh k hans daytay hain&lt;br /&gt;tu mujhay bhool gayaa ho jaisay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113881721700964912?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113881721700964912/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113880485747077679</id><published>2006-02-01T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:40:57.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tum hamare nahi to kya ghum hai, hum tumhare to haiN ye kya kam hai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113880485747077679?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113880485747077679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113880485747077679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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   Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113880431154359090?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113880431154359090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113880431154359090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113880431154359090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113880431154359090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-two-things-are-infinite-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113824310199050806</id><published>2006-01-25T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:40:54.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;SOME SAVED READINGS ON MY PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hemari badnaseebi jo nahi tu or kiya hay&lt;br /&gt;K us hei k ho gay hum jo ho na saka hemarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a tragedy for those who feel; and a comedy for those who think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIKAST MOAT NE KHAAYI HAI AAJ PEHLI BAAR&lt;br /&gt;KHUDA KE FAZAL SE NEECHA DIKHA DIYA HAM NE&lt;br /&gt;PALAT GAYA AAKE BAALEE'N SE MALAK-UL-MOAT&lt;br /&gt;BAJAYE NAAM KE TAKHALLUS BATA DIYA HAM NE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113824310199050806?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113824310199050806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113824310199050806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(written by Allah Ditta Ajnabi, This guy is hillarious...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, talking about shaitan and jinnat and bhoot waghaira reminds me of my last trip to Pakistan. I was staying at my uncle's house in androon-e-sheher Lahore. At about 3 in the morning I decided to go up on the roof to smoke a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strangely quite. A full moon shone through layers of thin clouds. Green flourescent lights hanging from the minarets of Masjid Wazir Khan, cast eery shadows on fort ramparts some distance away. The air seemed thick with restless spirits of victims of thousands of years of tyranny, injustice and inhuamnity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep thought. Thinking about vital issues such as, why do lesser chitiyas always end up following the alpha-chutiya?...and is masterbating with your left hand as makrooh as doing it with your right hand and why?...and if churails have feet pointing backwards, do they also have inverted nipples?..etc. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I heard a thud behind me. And with that the most hair-raisingly blood curdling shrieks and moaning noises I had ever heard. My heart jumped into my throat. I grabbed the golden ayat-ul-kursi hanging in my neck and turned to face the damned bad-rooh crying behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was no churail there. It was just a couple of haramkhor cats performing zina with each other and moaning at the top of their little devlish lungs.. Moral of the story is: Don't go to the roof in androon sheher at 3 in the morning thinking about churails, specially when there are a bunch of amoral billies around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113820928859306873?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113820928859306873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113820928859306873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113820928859306873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113820928859306873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-funny-writing-written-by-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113812023858377456</id><published>2006-01-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:39:22.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALOTTA DESI JOKES FOR TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is called for an interview. He enters the room and the interview begins. After a number of questions are asked and answered...the interviewer asks: " What are you expecting from us?"the candidate replies " Nothing much Sir. I just want a little house which can accomodate my family. a simple small car, A cook and around Rs.80,000. that is about it!"the employer replies" That is IT!! we will not give you this but much more. We will give you a banglow, A luxurious car, a 5-star cook along with a driver and Rs.160,000!! "The candidate being quite surprised utters" sir, aap mazak keyoun karahay hain?!"The employer replies " shuru kisnay kiya tha" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In USA you can KISS in public but can't PISS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In India/Pak you can PISS in public but can't KISS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One out of four people is a chinese in this world. If your father, your mother and your brother are not Chinese, it must be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A pathan want 2 commit suicide, When asked : Pathan said,my wife ran wid my Best Friend &amp; i can't live widout my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kia apke sar pe seenhg hain no just check it ' checked' yes; nahi hain; nahi' r u sure; yes;&lt;br /&gt;koi baat nahi gadhe ke bhi nahi hote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;REPEAT THESE LINES ATLEAST 2 HOURS EVERYDAY AFTER NAMAZ OUTSIDE THE MOSQUE &amp; U WILL B A MILLIONAIRE WITHIN FEW MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;Allah k naam pay day day baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khuda k ghar se kuch gadhe farar huye khuda k ghar se kuch gadhe farar huye kuch mere yaar baaki sardar huye ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1947 girl says : jiya beqarar hai aaye aaye bahar hai aaje more sajna tera intezar hai&lt;br /&gt;2005 girl says : Jiya beqarar hai aaye bahar hai aaja more sajna warna dusra tayyar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mene poochha chand se... Kabhi dekha hai mere yaar sa haseen?&lt;br /&gt;Chand ne kaha: Chandni ki kasam... 2,200,599,999 entries found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere intzaar mein is kadar waqt bita rahein hain&lt;br /&gt;Tere intzaar mein is kadar waqt bita rahein hain&lt;br /&gt;kabhi Piza to kabhi Ice-cream kha rahein hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itni raat gaye Kyon apni qabar khod raha hai Galib&lt;br /&gt;Itni raat gaye kyon apni qabar khod raha hai Galib&lt;br /&gt;La, phawda muzhe de de !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur bhi cheezain bahut see lut chuki hain dil ke saath Ye bataya dooston ne ishq furmane ke baad; Is liye kamre ki ek ek cheez "check" karta hoon main "Ek tere aane se pehle, ek tere jaane ke baad"(wah-wah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazar nay nazar ko nazar bar kay daykha kay&lt;br /&gt;nazar ke nazar ko nazar lag gaee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smajh smajh kay smujha ko skumjho...&lt;br /&gt;sumjh sumjhna bhi 1 smjh hay&lt;br /&gt;smajh smajh kay jo na sumjh skay...&lt;br /&gt;mare sumjh mean woh na sumjh hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uss ke shadi na honay ka sabub uss ka abba thaa&lt;br /&gt;sub haryan thay us nay aysa abba kahan say laba tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ek dafa ek singer ek concert ain gaa raha hota hai to achanak light chali jaati hai aur hazaron ki tadaad main log us concert main hote hain,singer ailaan kerta hai agar bijli nahi hai to kya hua main baghair mic k gana gaoonga aap sub k liye.ye sunker public bari khush hojati hai aur singer cheekh cheekh ker 3 ghante tak gaane gata hai aur phir uska gala kharab hojata hai.ab agle din uska phir se concert hota hai aur concert khatam hote hote raat ke 2 baj jate hain.itni raat main wo clinic jata hai to clinic band hota hai,phir usay koi batata hai k doctor sahab raat k waqt mareezon ko ghar per dekhte hain.to wo doctor k ghar jata hai aur knock kerta hai,ander se doctor ki biwi ki awaz aati hai"kaun hai?"singer bethi hui aur dabi hui awaz main bolta hai "main hoon main,kya doctor sahab ghar per hain?"biwi bolti hai "nahi hain aajao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek dafa ek larka class main apne ustaad se bolta hai “sir mere abbu keh rahe thay wo aap ko tohfe main murghi denge.” Yo sun ker ustaad bohat khush huay aur murghi ka intezaar kerne lagay,jub ek hafta hogaya aur murghi nahi aai to ustaad ne poocha “haan beta tumhaari murghi abhi tak nahi aai,kya hua?” is per bacha masoomiyat se bolta hai “sir ab murghi dobara se tandrust hogayi hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urdu ke ustaad urdu ki grammer parha rahe thay.Zaman-e- Haal (Present Tense) parhaate huay unhon ne kaha "Arub! agar main kahoon ke 'main nahata hoon,tum nahate ho,wo nahata hai' to beta ye kaunsa zamana hai?"Arub kaafi der chup rahi aur phir khush hoker boli " main samajh gayi sir ye eid ka zamana hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek andha shakhs police main bharti hone ke liye gaya.office ne us se kaha "tum to andhay ho,tumhain bhala kis maqsad ke liye police main bharti kiya ja sakta hai?"andhay ne foran jawab diya "andha dhun firing ke liye sir!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek dafa ek sardar ji garden main apne 3 kutte lejate hain walk ke liye.garden main ek aadmi sardar ji ko 3 kutton ke saath dekh ker bohat pareshaan hota hai aur poochta hai "sardar ji aap ka kutton ka naam kya hai?" sardar ji bolte hain "ye safaid wala jaswindar,ye kala kutta hai balwindar aur ye black n white hai dharmendar."to aadmi poochta hai "sardar ji aap ka naam kya hai?"sardar ji baray fakhar se kehte hain "oye sadda naam TOMMY haiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning at a doctors surgery a patient arrives complaining of serious back-pain. The doctor examines him and asks him" OK, what happened to your back?"The patient replies "You know that I work for a local night club? This morning I got home to my apartment early and heard a noise in my bedroom. On entering I knew someone had been with my wife and the balcony door was open. I rushed out the balcony door and did not find anyone. As I looked down from the balcony I saw a man running out and he was dressing himself. I grabbed the fridge and threw it at him,That's how I strained my back"The 2nd patient arrives looking as if he has been in a car wreck. The doctor said "My previous patient was looked bad, but you look terrible.What the hell happened to you?"He replied, "You know I have been unemployed for a while now .Today was the first day at my new job. I forgot to set my alarm and was running late. I was running out of the building, getting dressed at the same time, and you won't believe it but I was hit by a fridge."The 3rd patient arrives; he looks even worse than the other two patients do.The doctor is shocked. Again asks, "What the hell happened to youuuuuu.....?""Well I was sitting in a fridge &amp;amp; someone threw it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Sardar G is applying a lipstick on his forhead, what does that mean?? it means he is MAKING UP HIS MIND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a Sardar G sends a fax??? by putting a STAMP on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a sardar G does fishing?? by shooting at it through a rifle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabar singh was sitting in an examination hall. While reading the question paper he slowly starts removing his cloths. When he was about to remove his pants the examinor comes shouting at him: "Gabar Singh, what the hell you think you are doing???" Gabar singh replies : " sir, it says answer all questions in BRIEF (underwear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113812023858377456?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113812023858377456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113812023858377456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113812023858377456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113812023858377456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/alotta-desi-jokes-for-today-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113806024417274827</id><published>2006-01-23T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:40:55.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DEFEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent."&lt;br /&gt;So Don't be a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3870/1934/320/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a thought ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113806024417274827?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113806024417274827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113806024417274827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113806024417274827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113806024417274827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/defeatbeing-defeated-is-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113805956389729326</id><published>2006-01-23T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:40:09.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ik Baat Kahu Gar Tum Sonte Ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik baat kaho gar tum sonte ho&lt;br /&gt;Tum mujh ko achay lagte ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch chalchal si kuch chup chup si&lt;br /&gt;kuch pagal pagal lagte ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hain chahne wale aur buhat&lt;br /&gt;phir tum main hai aik baat buhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tum apne apne lagte ho&lt;br /&gt;ik bat kahon ger suntay ho tum mujhko achay lagte ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nye bat bat per khojana kuch kehtay kehtay ruk jana&lt;br /&gt;kia bat hay ham say keh dalo ye kis uljhan main rahtay ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik bat kahon ger suntey ho&lt;br /&gt;tum mujhko achay lagtay ho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113805956389729326?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113805956389729326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113805956389729326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113805956389729326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113805956389729326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/ik-baat-kahu-gar-tum-sonte-ho-ik-baat.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113805906648031110</id><published>2006-01-23T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:39:45.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kabhi Bhool Nahin Sakta (By UnKnown Shair)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar kisi yaad nay har raat bhar hay jagaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;Kya saza di hay mohabat nay khudaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ko aaram hay na rat ko hay chain kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Janay kis khaak say qudrat nay banaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dukh to yeh hay keh zamanay main milay ghair sabhi&lt;br /&gt;Jo mila hay woh mila ban kay paraya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab koi bhi na raha kandha meray ronay ko&lt;br /&gt;Ghar ki deewaron nay seenay say lagaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uoon to umeed-e-wafa tum say nahein hay koi&lt;br /&gt;Phir charaghon ki tarah kis nay jalaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewafa zindagi nay jab chorh diya hay tanha&lt;br /&gt;Maot nay piyar say pehloo main bithaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh diya hoon jo mohabat nay jalaya tha kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Gham ki andhi nay sar-e-sham bujhaya mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaisay bhoolon ga wohi wasl kay lamhay&lt;br /&gt;Yad aata raha zulfon ka hi saya mujh ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113805906648031110?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113805715706389207</id><published>2006-01-23T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:40:44.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YE MERAY SATH HE AISA KIU HOTA HAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is just another yucky day.. Weather is freaky with lotta rain and wind that comes from every direction..Chicago's bad hair days are here to delight New Yorkers.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work two hours extra today, was burried in work and now am being a clock watcher.. ye time kub guzray gaaaaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Listen to this crap!!! This morning walking towards train station, by the way amazingly I made there on time today, thanks to no ISTRI needed clothes.. but happiness diminished when I realised my feets/socks were getting wet... I was like, abay Shoes to pahna hay naaa??.. what the hell is this..kher chaltay rahoo.. after all , I was not running after train and the feeling was enough to make me forget about the wet socks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kher I decided to pause and tried to look under my soul/sole. yeah shoe sole :-)&lt;br /&gt;and i saw a small crack smiling right to me, then try other side, there the same typa crack, it was a little bigger and more like the crack of... heheh oops&lt;br /&gt;ok well, so I said some maa behen ki gaalia to "Sketchers" and said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ye meray sath he aisa kiu hota hay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I had to walk with wet feet in rain and cold weather today... Sprits are still high, I know I will have more stupidties to come later in life. It does makes me happy to find out the reason for me being cold everyday..lol Ye salee sardee kiu lagtee thee itni, aj pata lag hee giaa. it was damn shoe cracks...cracker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate me some good shoes...I can even exchange them with mine...Mine are pre-historic and brings good luck. in return I be helping you getting rid of you brand new shoes made by hypocrite comapnies like Skechers/Nike/Reeboke/AX/Keneth Cole by using forced labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113805715706389207?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113805715706389207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113805715706389207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113805715706389207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113805715706389207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/ye-meray-sath-he-aisa-kiu-hota-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19525492.post-113768642598293297</id><published>2006-01-19T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:02:18.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thursday Ki Kahani # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my first blog ever. Being the personality of a certain type (you will get to know ;-) ) I could never imagine myself writing, wo bhi ithaaayyyy. My name is Syed and I live in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so I was trying to tell ya the thursday ki kahani #1. It was a usual morning followed by a pretty good night of talk and fun with a dear/deer friend. Got a surprise at breakfast table when i see a boiled egg and thought, my anda (egg) supplies were ended and I did not even notice until today. I enjoyed this warm loving boiled egg with a humble smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was ironing out and find out that the pants are rigid and it would be a better idea to make them geela to straighten out with iron. Now when you iron, who doesn't sing.. it is as romantic as singing in shower.. (thanday thanday paani say bablooo nahai gaa is old school though), i was singing "Puppo yaar Tang na Kar" and "Mahiyaa (by Aany)" type ear warm songs. I was singing and makin my pants wet.. lol you know how. The time was passing by and I am late once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pants were looking great, I supose to give a presentation to my boss and as presenting the presentation is everything; folks, I was ready for being wrapped in a nice package. I realised the iron didnt dry out the geeli pant and I have no other choice but to wear it cause of time issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being living in New York, I knew I be in trouble as the temperature outside is like a rothi hui haseena. Cold and Chilli -- about 25 degrees (F)... mama mia...Lagg gai ajj to ..thats what I say and head to work. Car was giving out warning signs for NO oil.. damn everyone wants something, she is so President Bush, wants Oil too.. damn u my Mitsubishi. Park my love at Train station and start walking with cold pants.... i started singing and thinking about good things in life.. soon walking turns into faster walk and faster walk to marathon style run.. because I cant take the damn coldddddddddddd freazing my shalong.. kher somehow manage to get train station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes like me, can never go into the waiting room and wait for train, we usually wait out the platform and look for "opportunities". but today is thursday ki kahani#1, so I went in waiting room to save my ass for being ice cold.. There were so many bhuddis who gave me a look of coming into enemey territory.. I was like Umar chali gai, nakhray nahi gai..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, I made it to work some how and headed the resturant of my office for breakfast #2 after reading the morning papers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera boss bhi kitnaaaaaaa pagal hay jo piaayr jo mujh say karta hay,&lt;br /&gt;par samnay jab may ata hu, kuch bhi kahnay say darta hay&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye post is getting long...My pants are now dry...I am getting some cheers. Let me start the day&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are havin a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19525492-113768642598293297?l=nycoolest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/feeds/113768642598293297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19525492&amp;postID=113768642598293297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113768642598293297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19525492/posts/default/113768642598293297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycoolest.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-ki-kahani-1-this-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Syed Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421745090465355399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://batkhelaforum.com/avatars/Funny01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
