<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of AbdulMunaf Chhatra</title><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of AbdulMunaf Chhatra</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Well Done British Airways..</title><description><![CDATA[<font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">I liked this ......read it  </font><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">     This scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg, <br> South Africa &amp; London. <br> A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a  black man. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "You  obviously do not <br> see it then?" she asked. "You placed me next to a black man. <br> I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me <br> an alternative seat." <br> "Be calm please," the hostess replied. <br> "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another <br> place is available." <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">The hostess went away &amp; then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as <br> I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy Class. <br> I spoke to the captain &amp; he informed me that there is also no seat in <br> Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First Class." <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. "It is unusual <br> for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class. <br> However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be <br> scandalous to make someone sit next to <br> someone so disgusting." <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">She turned to the black guy &amp; said, "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, <br> please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class." <br> </font></p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by what they had <br> just witnessed, stood up &amp; applauded. </font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 09:59:03 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/15/Well-Done-British-Airways-.html</link></item><item><title>Searching for my Valentine... in form of a ghazal</title><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here is my feeling which I pore into this ghazal for this Valentine day...</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">&#2361;&#2360;&#2352;&#2340;-&#2319;-&#2330;&#2358;&#2381;&#2350;, &#2310;&#2352;&#2395;&#2370;-&#2319;-&#2342;&#2367;&#2354; 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&#2313;&#2360;&#2375; &#2326;&#2370;&#2348;&#2368; &#2360;&#2375;,<br>&#2348;&#2351;&#2344;-&#2323;-&#2311;&#2358;&#2381;&#2325; &#2324;&#2395;&#2366;&#2352; &#2350;&#2375;&#2352;&#2375;, &#2393;&#2369;&#2342;&#2367; &#2350;&#2375;&#2352;&#2368; &#2360;&#2306;&#2327;-&#2340;&#2352;&#2366;&#2358; &#2361;&#2376; &#2404;<br> <br>&#2393;&#2369;&#2342;&#2366; &#2325;&#2367; &#2352;&#2361;&#2350;&#2340; &#2325;&#2367; &#2311;&#2344;&#2381;&#2340;&#2361;&#2366; &#2344;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2325;&#2379;&#2312; '&#2360;&#2367;&#2347;&#2352;',<br>&#2338;&#2370;&#2306;&#2338;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376; &#2342;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340;-&#2323;-&#2342;&#2361;&#2352; &#2350;&#2375;&#2306; &#2332;&#2367;&#2360;&#2375;, &#2358;&#2366;&#2351;&#2342; &#2310;&#2360;&#2346;&#2366;&#2360; &#2361;&#2376; &#2404;</span></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></font><br><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 18:29:23 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/11/Searching-for-my-Valentine-in-form-of-a-ghazal.html</link></item><item><title>The girl finaly smiled...!!!!</title><description><![CDATA[<p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating  this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the <br> girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with <br> him. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl <br> love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?" <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very <br> upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on <br> him. As for him, he only endure it in silence. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his <br> studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very <br> good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will <br> take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my <br> best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in <br> &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, <br> continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. <br> Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a <br> car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. <br> She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted <br> to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth <br> was just a sigh. She has lost her voice...... <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her <br> voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from <br> her, she broke down. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just <br> silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be <br> the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her <br> heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not <br> wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she <br> does not wish to wait any longer. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; <br> millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, <br> besides crying, is still crying.... <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget <br> everything &amp; be happy. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp; started a new life. <br> Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend <br> came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know <br> what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him. <br> </font></p><p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an <br> invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open <br> the letter, she saw her name in it instead. <br> </font></p><font class="fixed_width" face="Courier, Monospaced">When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy <br> standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a <br> year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not <br> forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. <br> With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally <br> smiled. </font><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 08:23:13 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/10/The-girl-finaly-smiled-.html</link></item><item><title>A Gazal from Sir. Mohammad Iqbal</title><description><![CDATA[<BR>Recently I came accross this ghazal, and I was thrilled reading it, so good words of encouragement.Read, enjoy and put into practice.<br><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2361;&#2376; &#2351;&#2366;&#2342; &#2350;&#2369;&#2333;&#2375; &#2344;&#2369;&#2325;&#2381;&#2340;&#2366;-&#2319;-&#2360;&#2369;&#2354;&#2375;&#2350;&#2344;-&#2319;-&#2326;&#2369;&#2358; &#2309;&#2361;&#2306;&#2327;,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2342;&#2369;&#2344;&#2367;&#2351;&#2366; &#2344;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2350;&#2352;&#2381;&#2342;&#2366;&#2344;-&#2319;-&#2332;&#2398;&#2366;&#2325;&#2358; &#2325;&#2375; &#2354;&#2367;&#2351;&#2375; &#2340;&#2306;&#2327; &#2404;</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2330;&#2368;&#2340;&#2375; &#2325;&#2366; &#2332;&#2367;&#2327;&#2352; &#2330;&#2361;&#2367;&#2351;&#2375;, &#2358;&#2366;&#2361;&#2368;&#2344; &#2325;&#2366; &#2340;&#2332;&#2360;&#2381;&#2360;&#2369;&#2360;,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2332;&#2368; &#2360;&#2325;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376; &#2348;&#2375;&#2352;&#2380;&#2358;&#2344;&#2368; &#2342;&#2366;&#2344;&#2367;&#2358;-&#2323;-&#2398;&#2352;&#2381;&#2361;&#2306;&#2327; &#2404;</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2325;&#2352; &#2348;&#2369;&#2354;&#2348;&#2369;&#2354;-&#2323;-&#2340;&#2366;&#2314;&#2360; &#2325;&#2367; &#2340;&#2325;&#2354;&#2368;&#2342; &#2360;&#2375; &#2340;&#2380;&#2348;&#2366;,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&#2348;&#2369;&#2354;&#2348;&#2369;&#2354;  &#2398;&#2325;&#2340; &#2310;&#2357;&#2366;&#2395; &#2361;&#2376;, &#2340;&#2366;&#2314;&#2360; &#2398;&#2325;&#2340; &#2352;&#2306;&#2327; &#2404;</span></font><br><br>Here is the translation:<br><br>I still remember the words of King Suleman, the (man) with good voice<br>that "the world is not small for a hardworking person", he can get work<br>anywhere.<br><br>You need the housla (courage) of a cheetah and good research like the<br>falcon. (The falcon sees its prey on land far-away from the sky, because<br>of its research/finding/study of the land). And if u have these two<br>qualities then you can survive (live) without the light of guidence.<br><br>Do not imitate the bulbul or the peacock. As bulbul has nothing but good<br>voice, and peacock has nothing but good color. Your inner self is more<br>important.<br><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:32:42 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/08/A-Gazal-from-Sir-Mohammad-Iqbal.html</link></item><item><title>First blog... starting with a ghazal</title><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Starting my first blog with one of my ghazal that I wrote in my college days.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">         &#2325;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2325;&#2367;&#2360;&#2367; &#2346;&#2352; &#2361;&#2352; &#2340;&#2352;&#2347; &#2360;&#2375; &#2327;&#2369;&#2354;&#2379;&#2306; &#2325;&#2367; &#2348;&#2380;&#2331;&#2366;&#2352; &#2361;&#2379;&#2340;&#2367; &#2361;&#2376;,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">         &#2325;&#2361;&#2367;&#2306; &#2325;&#2367;&#2360;&#2367; &#2325;&#2367; &#2395;&#2367;&#2344;&#2381;&#2342;&#2327;&#2368; &#2350;&#2375;&#2306; &#2361;&#2352; &#2340;&#2352;&#2347; &#2360;&#2375; &#2361;&#2366;&#2352; &#2361;&#2379;&#2340;&#2367; &#2361;&#2376;,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2309;&#2332;&#2348; &#2352;&#2367;&#2357;&#2366;&#2395; &#2361;&#2376; &#2340;&#2375;&#2352;&#2367; &#2342;&#2369;&#2344;&#2368;&#2351;&#2366; &#2325;&#2366; &#2320; &#2310;&#2360;&#2350;&#2366; &#2357;&#2366;&#2354;&#2375;,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2325;&#2379;&#2312; &#2361;&#2366;&#2352; &#2325;&#2352; &#2332;&#2368;&#2340;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376;, &#2325;&#2367;&#2360;&#2368;&#2325;&#2367; &#2332;&#2368;&#2340; &#2325;&#2352; &#2361;&#2366;&#2352; &#2361;&#2379;&#2340;&#2368; &#2361;&#2376; &#2404;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2361;&#2352; &#2319;&#2325; &#2311;&#2306;&#2360;&#2366;&#2344; &#2354;&#2367;&#2351;&#2375; &#2398;&#2367;&#2352;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376; &#2325;&#2379;&#2311; &#2344; &#2325;&#2379;&#2311; &#2395;&#2326;&#2381;&#2350;,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2325;&#2379;&#2312; &#2350;&#2366;&#2352;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376; &#2340;&#2354;&#2357;&#2366;&#2352; &#2360;&#2375;, &#2325;&#2361;&#2367;&#2306; &#2344;&#2367;&#2394;&#2366;&#2361; &#2342;&#2367;&#2354; &#2325;&#2375; &#2346;&#2366;&#2352; &#2361;&#2379;&#2340;&#2367; &#2361;&#2376; &#2404;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2361;&#2352; &#2325;&#2367;&#2360;&#2367; &#2325;&#2379; &#2352;&#2366;&#2360; &#2344;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2310;&#2340;&#2375; &#2350;&#2380;&#2360;&#2350; &#2348;&#2361;&#2366;&#2352; &#2325;&#2375;,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">        &#2325;&#2369;&#2331; &#2394;&#2369;&#2354; &#2320;&#2360;&#2375; &#2349;&#2367; &#2361;&#2376;&#2306; &#2332;&#2379; &#2350;&#2369;&#2352;&#2332;&#2366;&#2340;&#2375; &#2361;&#2376;&#2306; &#2332;&#2366;&#2348; &#2348;&#2361;&#2366;&#2352; &#2361;&#2379;&#2340;&#2367; &#2361;&#2376; &#2404;  </span><br><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:32:47 +0530</pubDate><link>http://abdulmunaf.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/07/First-blog-starting-with-a-ghazal.html</link></item></channel></rss>