<?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-4576428916620185665</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:03.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's 'Scrap' Book</title><subtitle type='html'>I tried starting off with this whole blogging dilemma sometime back, but somehow the idea didnt really amuse me or get to my head. uhh.
Well here i go again. Now that so much has come along in my life I mite as well blog it down to show my grand children how pathetically amusing I was :p..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-1489585146602860241</id><published>2007-04-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:30:12.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or something like it ?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Since I was a kid . since every1 has this childhood dilemma of picturing love as something so forbidden and something so sinful for that matter. Why does every1 want to grow up and fall in love. Kya rakha hai pyar main ? ... yehi sawal poochtay thay aap apnay aap say when u were little and watched those O so mega cheesy govinda raveena movies. No seriously .. looking at something from a distance with a pinchful of curiosity. har cheez achee to lagtee hai . the million dollar question is , paas jakar bhi kya wohi cheez achee lagay gee ? ...  a very simple answer . paas jakar dekh lo ..&lt;br /&gt;Lekin un logon ka kya kiya jaye jo paas ana hee nai chahtay . jo duur say hee kharay hokar wanna feel just the intensity , the strength of it all. No you cant really hate them for standing just there. You appreciate their patience , their way of looking at things. At love. at the ultimate depth of it. Maybe they can look much deeper into it than you, yes they really can. Wouldn't u just wanna fall in love with a person like that . tell me wouldn't you ? ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Calling all the stars to fall&lt;br /&gt;And catch the silver sunlight in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Come for me and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up and take me where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes in everything&lt;br /&gt;And everyone and you and yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;For you to come and blow me out my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's the queen of all I've seen&lt;br /&gt;And every song and city far and near&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help my mademoiselle,&lt;br /&gt;She rings the bell for all the world to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              - Oasis (Lyla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-1489585146602860241?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/1489585146602860241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=1489585146602860241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/1489585146602860241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/1489585146602860241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-or-something-like-it.html' title='Love or something like it ?...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-2954660314754615588</id><published>2007-04-18T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:04:40.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just a little pin prick&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more pain&lt;br /&gt;But you may feel a little sick&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it's working, good&lt;br /&gt;That'll keep you going through the show&lt;br /&gt;Come on it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;                             - Comfortably Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i lissin to this track i feel like the guitar riff's are meant for me . every single twang goes thru my spine. I cant really get enuff of this trak. Do i say that about all the other tracks too.. ? But I dont want to be comfortably numb. i want to feel the numb pain. is it somethin too good to ask for. why the hell am i asking myself so many questions. is it because its 5 in the morning and i didnt get to talk to her . ? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-2954660314754615588?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/2954660314754615588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=2954660314754615588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/2954660314754615588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/2954660314754615588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/04/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably Numb'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-697663234052157318</id><published>2007-02-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:01:49.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plunging into.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holding my forehead while the tunes make their way into my head, tormenting every inch of my soul, subtle yet so incredibly harsh, ecstatic but so profusely spontaneous -The feeling of being swept away when it makes its way down my spine . That never ending feeling of a second going by, taking so long to end and making me realize every moment that a second beholds.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of plunging my head into a pool of freezing water and keeping it down until my nerves die out. That feeling of a thousand needles spearing their way into my face.  Voices asking you to pull  urself  out , but  you just don't want to. Tightening ur fists while the blood stops flowing to ur hands and head.&lt;br /&gt;Why , Oh why do I want to plunge into such depth and coldness... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-697663234052157318?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/697663234052157318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=697663234052157318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/697663234052157318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/697663234052157318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/02/plunging-into.html' title='plunging into.....'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-6362648862773230194</id><published>2007-02-25T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:44:19.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase &amp; Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey, what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;you know the difference it makes&lt;br /&gt;what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so no more&lt;br /&gt;I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;it's not the right way, you know&lt;br /&gt;where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to grow&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back Hey, what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;you know the difference it makes&lt;br /&gt;what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so no more&lt;br /&gt;I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;it's not the right way, you know&lt;br /&gt;where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to grow&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that urge  to do exactly what this song says,  change everything. Erase your present and rewind it back to the future or erase your past to cherish a future you always wanted. But what if you wanted to erase everything just to rewind back to nothing , rewind back to that numbness u'd never thought u'd be a slave to, rewind it back to that so called darkness u always feared when u walked into a room that was so dark , you could hear the darkness. What could make you do such a thing. What could make you revert back to such darkness and make u obsessed with loneliness , wouldn't you just want to rewind back to a happy memory , a happy phase , a happy moment that went past in your life.&lt;br /&gt;The common man is deprived from the power of 'undo' . but what if you were granted that magic wand just to go back .. hitch  a ride back to where u always wanted to go  . Where would u go ? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-6362648862773230194?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/6362648862773230194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=6362648862773230194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/6362648862773230194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/6362648862773230194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/02/erase-rewind.html' title='Erase &amp; Rewind'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-855615188280881719</id><published>2007-02-18T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:29:21.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early , as I usually do on working days. Donno it was un usually dark this time.. not that I was dreaming or somethin. Lookin outta my window is prolly the first thing I do when i get up . and dunt ask me why . its like i just do it, may sound silly ..but u have no right to call it silly.&lt;br /&gt;This time when i was lookin out , there was this really beautiful bird sitting outside my window. I could see it clearly. It was dark shiny .. and NO it was not a crow. I had seen this bird before too.&lt;br /&gt;Urdu main isko "Koyal" kehtay hain . but i have no clue whats it called in English. another reason to prove how silly I am . khair.. As I came closer , to have a more curious look at it . It made that sound every koyal makes . tht beautiful Hum which somehow resembles to a small child.&lt;br /&gt;It flew away before I could get any closer. leaving me motionless fer a second that lasted longer than ever.. spinning thru my mind that wonderful feeling a small bird can induce onto you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , this is where i start gettin ready , or i'll be late for work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-855615188280881719?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/855615188280881719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=855615188280881719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/855615188280881719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/855615188280881719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-darkness.html' title='Morning Darkness'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-499308342462537667</id><published>2007-02-16T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:07:45.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aitebar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Aitebar bhee aahee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;Milo to sahee&lt;br /&gt;Raasta koyee milhee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;Chalo to sahee, chalo to sahee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitebar bhee aahee jayey ga, aahee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoop mein khara jalraha houn mein&lt;br /&gt;Saaya do mujhey&lt;br /&gt;Yeh mera junoon&lt;br /&gt;Yeh meri jalun&lt;br /&gt;Hai meri saza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri yeh thakun&lt;br /&gt;Kherahee hai kya&lt;br /&gt;Suno to sahee, suno to sahee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitebar bhee aahee jayey ga, aahee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya huwa agar zindagee&lt;br /&gt;Zara bhoulsey gayey socho to zara,&lt;br /&gt;Jungulon mein bhee raastey to hain&lt;br /&gt;Humey bhee koyee milhee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;Chalo to sahee, chalo to sahee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyar vyar bhee hohee gayey ga&lt;br /&gt;Milo to sahee raasta koyee milhee jayeye ga&lt;br /&gt;Chalo to sahee, chalo to sahee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitebar bhee aahee jayey ga, aahee jayey ga&lt;br /&gt;Aahee jayey ga, aahee jayey ga. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A've lost count as to how many time a've heard this track now. This is what some one told me , 'not because its mushy or cheesy but because it somehows suits me or my thoughts' . Hope i got that right. Isnt it just that song which u'd luv to sing while walking down that empty corridoor at college , that song when ur speeding down the stairway . That song when ur waiting for a bus or a van on ur way to work or skool or coll. That song when ur skippin ur way back home thinkin about what have u set up for the rest of the day. Not everyone may agree with this school of thought, but truly a master piece by JJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-499308342462537667?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/499308342462537667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=499308342462537667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/499308342462537667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/499308342462537667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/02/aitebar.html' title='Aitebar.'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576428916620185665.post-7101642529640687302</id><published>2007-02-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:52:48.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That cup of tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting infront of my PC . 4:43 A.M. is the time I see in my taskbar. staring at my cup of tea and seeing the hot tea makin its steamy way out of the cup. Its one of those times when you feel like you have absolutely nothing to do but just sit and spend a couple of more hours before you go back home. But then again when you get back home , you're stuck in that nothing to do phase again. Round robbin state. is that what our lives have become, a slave to that chronological lifestyle of scheduling everything accordingly . well uhh atleast mine has. It didnt start off today if that's what you're thinking. Its been on fer lets see over a month now. yes am at work and enjoying every bit of it . *period* .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576428916620185665-7101642529640687302?l=sameershahid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/feeds/7101642529640687302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576428916620185665&amp;postID=7101642529640687302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/7101642529640687302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576428916620185665/posts/default/7101642529640687302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameershahid.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-cup-of-tea.html' title='That cup of tea'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008618710632509672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
