<?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-35264300</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:05:57.961-08:00</updated><category term='Karvaan'/><category term='Shayar'/><category term='Udas'/><category term='Gubar'/><category term='Zindagi'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Ghazal'/><category term='Criticize'/><category term='Aaye'/><category term='Abid'/><category term='Baam'/><category term='Dard'/><category term='Log'/><category term='Ufaq'/><category term='Rozgar'/><category term='Humsafar'/><category term='Sher-E-Day'/><category term='Raftaar'/><category term='Sitam'/><title type='text'>Bazm - Talk of Ghazal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-3125962308725970401</id><published>2008-03-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T06:07:48.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sitam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ufaq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaye'/><title type='text'>Woh Aayen Ya Na Aayen</title><content type='html'>People get inspiration in weird places. I myself have always maintained, greatest inspiration come from three places. Jail, Lab and Loo. If you don't believe me. Go sit in any place mentioned before for at least an hour and I bet you will feel inspired and ready to change the world. You still think I am joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will tell you where I feel best to write my poems. I am inspired most in my management lectures. Believe me, Sonar Sir teaching "Intelligent Systems in Management" in his monotone with only fans making any other sound is the most productive one hour one can have. That one hour allows you to fly high on the wings of imagination, or delve deep in the thought, or simply nod off to the other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a poem, that is written in such a lecture. I particularly like a few shers in this Ghazal. Which I will tell you once I know what do you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Ghazal is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/R-ZuoCfUidI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fOlRx0TzNEk/s1600-h/Woh+Aaye+Ya+Na+Aaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/R-ZuoCfUidI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fOlRx0TzNEk/s400/Woh+Aaye+Ya+Na+Aaye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950055478397394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt;बर सितम: Because of her tantrums, evil doings.&lt;br /&gt;उफक : Horizon&lt;br /&gt;बाम : Railing of Roof, छत&lt;br /&gt;हश्र : Morning of Doom, the judgment day.&lt;br /&gt;क़र्ज़-ऐ-जीस्त :  Debt of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Leave your comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-3125962308725970401?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/3125962308725970401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=3125962308725970401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/3125962308725970401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/3125962308725970401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Woh Aayen Ya Na Aayen'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/R-ZuoCfUidI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fOlRx0TzNEk/s72-c/Woh+Aaye+Ya+Na+Aaye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-290080359092612564</id><published>2007-10-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:54:50.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozgar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zindagi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gubar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raftaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karvaan'/><title type='text'>Zindagi Hai Tez Meri</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, after reading my own Ghazals a few times, I start hating them. I am not sure if it happens with others, but I get bored of them soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the reason why I seek for endorsement by others. To keep believing that I am doing good... anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this ghazal is an exception, no matter how many times I read it. I still like it. This Ghazal doesn't follow any particular theme, just jumps around on issues. It comments on Life, Love, Journey and whatever came to my mind at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know, what is your take on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RwXTjz74QnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UiWR85U6ZEU/s1600-h/Zindagi+Hai+Tez+Meri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RwXTjz74QnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UiWR85U6ZEU/s400/Zindagi+Hai+Tez+Meri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117729163766678130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary,&lt;br /&gt;गुबार : Cloud of dust after passing of a vehicle&lt;br /&gt;जकडनो : Clamps, shackles&lt;br /&gt;हादिसे : Events, Accidents&lt;br /&gt;खुमार : Madhoshi, Nasha, Intoxication&lt;br /&gt;दयार : Place, Home, Building&lt;br /&gt;रह्गुज़ार : Road&lt;br /&gt;खार : Kaante, Thorn&lt;br /&gt;गरेबाँ : Girehbaan, Collar&lt;br /&gt;ग़म-ऐ-रोज़गार : Sorrows of daily life (Different from pains of love)&lt;br /&gt;मज़ार : Mausoleum, Samadhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-290080359092612564?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/290080359092612564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=290080359092612564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/290080359092612564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/290080359092612564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2007/10/zindagi-hai-tez-meri.html' title='Zindagi Hai Tez Meri'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RwXTjz74QnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UiWR85U6ZEU/s72-c/Zindagi+Hai+Tez+Meri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-9203285646313949132</id><published>2007-09-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:43:20.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shayar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abid'/><title type='text'>Log Kahte Hain Ki Mein Shayar Hoon</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am posting a Nazm (Free Style of writing). As far as I know Nazm does not follow any rule at all. All it cares for is good thought and better words. I wrote it based on what I understood from many others I have read (Not the content but style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Nazm is basically in very plain words and in a very straightforward manner (i.e. without any metaphors and other innovative usage ala Gulzar Sahab) talks about what a poet actually offers when he writes a ghazal and gives it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few tough words you will encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay : Item, thing&lt;br /&gt;Pulinda : Gathri, Potli&lt;br /&gt;Saa'atien : Seconds, Pal&lt;br /&gt;Ash'aar : Plural of Sher (couplet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rv6NTz74QkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-_j82Y6Nmvs/s1600-h/Log+Kahte+Hain+Ki+Mein+Shayar+Hoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rv6NTz74QkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-_j82Y6Nmvs/s400/Log+Kahte+Hain+Ki+Mein+Shayar+Hoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115681598237852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what do you think?? Seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-9203285646313949132?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/9203285646313949132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=9203285646313949132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/9203285646313949132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/9203285646313949132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2007/09/log-kahte-hain-ki-mein-shayar-hoon.html' title='Log Kahte Hain Ki Mein Shayar Hoon'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rv6NTz74QkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-_j82Y6Nmvs/s72-c/Log+Kahte+Hain+Ki+Mein+Shayar+Hoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-4124870230955612415</id><published>2007-09-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:21:28.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humsafar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghazal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abid'/><title type='text'>Kahaan Humsafar Umr Bhar</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting the blog again.&lt;br /&gt;just a few words before I post another ghazal here.&lt;br /&gt;You can criticize the Ghazal as much as you like, what I am really looking for is your honest opinion or feedback. I want to know if these ghazals are good, mediocre or plain trash. Finally, a word explaining why you think so would be greatest help but that is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the Ghazal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RvFmd2t_baI/AAAAAAAAADk/OtHP-oroxbE/s1600-h/Kahaan+Humsafar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RvFmd2t_baI/AAAAAAAAADk/OtHP-oroxbE/s400/Kahaan+Humsafar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111979715132878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ist, IVth, Vth and Last sher very much of this ghazal....Why? I will tell later first let me kow what do you think of this effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt; Gaayban : Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting eagerly&lt;br /&gt;Abid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-4124870230955612415?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/4124870230955612415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=4124870230955612415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/4124870230955612415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/4124870230955612415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2007/09/kahaan-humsafar-umr-bhar.html' title='Kahaan Humsafar Umr Bhar'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RvFmd2t_baI/AAAAAAAAADk/OtHP-oroxbE/s72-c/Kahaan+Humsafar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-3633590967697363214</id><published>2007-09-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:55:47.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibteda - Where it all started</title><content type='html'>The year was 1999. Place was IIT Roorkee, Rajendra Bhawan, Room no F-66. A friend of mine bought a book called "sher-o-shairy". Out of curiosity, I borrowed it and started flipping through pages. I read a few, marked a few and hated a few but basically I was hooked to the book. A few months later, I was going to home. On my way to home in vacations as usual I was alone. I never had any friends with me unlike, junta going to Kanpur and Patna. So, I always use to have a lot of cassettes, a walkman, a good novel. This time a I bought Mirza Ghalib from Railway wheeler shop worth Rs 75/- just to see what the hype was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Kota next morning, I had not slept one wink all night, I was reading this Ghalib book and something in me changed forever. I started reading more and more. Every visit I made to the market, I came back with a book. I started collecting them, soon I had with me (including Ghalib) Meer, Majrooh, Majaz, Momin, Iqbal, Faiz, Firaq, Faraz, Ameer Minai, Qateel Shifai, Nazeer, Sauda, Jaan Nisar Akhtar, Daag, Zauq, Jigar, Shakeel, Sahir... and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;Though I avoid cliches but as they say, I never came back to normalcy again, I was sucked into this mysterious and wonderful world of said words, unsaid emotions, eternal sayings, undying philosophies, unmatched humor, twisted analogies. I became a die hard. I became a Ghazal fan. and one fine day, I became a Shayar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-3633590967697363214?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/3633590967697363214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=3633590967697363214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/3633590967697363214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/3633590967697363214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2007/09/ibteda-where-it-all-started.html' title='Ibteda - Where it all started'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35264300.post-4405895096459435966</id><published>2007-09-02T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:25:00.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghazal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Udas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sher-E-Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My First Ghazal - Bahut Udas Hoon Mein</title><content type='html'>Well, My first post in the blogging world. Not sure where to begin, but being a interview veteran  after numerous MBA interviews, I will start with "Who am I??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have quite a few interests and hobbies, the things which is most dear to me, closest to me is Urdu Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my first post, I am daring to post a ghazal, which I wrote long back. With all due respect to all the poets in world, any error is highly regretted, Do let me know what you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Ghazal is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Click on the image below for high resolution image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RuOOxRZGxuI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlV2j9JHR0A/s1600-h/Bahut+Udas+Hoon+Mein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 425px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RuOOxRZGxuI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlV2j9JHR0A/s400/Bahut+Udas+Hoon+Mein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108083379501713122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt;Saaz-E-Afsurda : The Musical Instrument of Despair and Hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Nabz : Pulse&lt;br /&gt;Chagaron : Doctors&lt;br /&gt;Khalaon : Outer Space, Shoonya, Long Distances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me your thoughts on this, criticism is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35264300-4405895096459435966?l=abidume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/feeds/4405895096459435966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35264300&amp;postID=4405895096459435966' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/4405895096459435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35264300/posts/default/4405895096459435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidume.blogspot.com/2007/09/sher-e-day.html' title='My First Ghazal - Bahut Udas Hoon Mein'/><author><name>Abid Husain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12326762489151422452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/Rwh-Tj74QpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rotfZGFl1qQ/s400/Abid+-+Sitting+in+front+of+Mess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qnd9Ihr_pn8/RuOOxRZGxuI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlV2j9JHR0A/s72-c/Bahut+Udas+Hoon+Mein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
