<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of ahmed</title><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of ahmed</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Plz help me .</title><description><![CDATA[  <BR><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366">There is a friend of mine whose name I won't disclose. She is extremely beautiful, charming ambitious but down to earth, practical and smart 22 yr old girl. She is extremely emotional too.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366">She has been an in love with a guy for over 7 year now.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>And the twist is that her father wants her to marry somewhere else. Initially both of them want to marry each other but now the picture is different. To under stand her situation you have to go through the little but sad and twist full story this charming girl.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366">In her school days she fell in love with this handsome guy he was her fellow student. She fell and he fell for her too. Both exchanged intimacy. And the affection reached at that point that both of them started feeling that they should not be parted ever. And the boy purposed marriage to the girl, she agreed and announced their relationship to her parents. Parents agreed after a year long hassle. Meanwhile she has to go through many mantel and physical torture. She had to pay for her love.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>And finally she won the battle of love now she is free to marry her lover with their parents consent. Her father surrendered to her will, and wanted that her marriage should be performed with that<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>"Dhoom dham. </SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: #993366">to be continue......<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home8/994/479de7f36a0ee4b8525c93e2bd2b47c1/homep/images/1216944512">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 03:05:27 +0530</pubDate><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/25/Plz-help-me.html</link></item><item><title>love actually 2</title><description><![CDATA[<P>She joined this company on july1, 2006. Soon after we both become friends but we were not discussing any thing personally. Suddenly on a fine evening she gave me a missed call and I called her beck, we talked casually and disconnected the phone after 15 minutes. That was my first call to her. I did not mean that what it meant if a girl call u in the evening without any reason. A series of phone calls started soon after.</P><P>And it became my habit to talk to her. One of our common friend Manjeet told me that she likes me. It was the happiest day of my life. I started feeling some uneasy ness if I could not be able to contact her even for a single day. I too started liking her.</P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=2></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 03:31:27 +0530</pubDate><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/15/love-actually-2-1.html</link></item><item><title>love actually 1</title><description><![CDATA[<P>AND here come my real love story that did not run for the long.</P><P>It started and ended in less then six month. But that love was true only god and I know.</P><P>I never thought of this relationship otherwise. Months from august2006 to January 2007 spent in a true worship called love that finally ended with sad result but I still do not know what my misconduct was.</P><P>In starting that was a passion that turned into worship, in the month of Ramzan I worshiped that girl instead of god, I fasted for her, offered namaz for her.</P><P> </P><P><BR> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">NOTE:<SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </SPAN>Story is true but names (if appear) are changed to protect the identity of the girl</P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:35:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/29/love-actually-1.html</link></item><item><title>The first person who impressed me.</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080></FONT></P><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><FONT color=#400080> </FONT></o:p><P></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#400080>I<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>joined this company on <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:date Year="2005" Day="1" Month="10">1<SUP>st</SUP> oct 2005</st1:date>. and the first person I came across was Monika Sehgal she was my colleague<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">   </SPAN>.She also joined the same day .She was a smart<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>and terrifically beautiful lady . We just became friends and started sharing each other's feelings She has two lil kids but still looks like a collage goers .Her husband was in a good post in an international organization and was posted in Afghanistan .And he was not able to meet her , they could be able to meet only once a year .</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT color=#400080> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#400080><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">       </SPAN>Monika started telling me such things about her married life that no woman can discuss to other man. She discussed extremely intimates moments of her life.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT color=#400080> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#400080>I still have no idea what she wanted. </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#400080>Though I have no feelings for her but I felt irresistible to talk her.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT color=#400080> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>You know she was my first ever lady friend, I was of 22, yet I did not have the courage to date a girl. I did never have any girl friend .<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT color=#400080></FONT></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080>But suddenly she left the job due to some family problems. And my first story got a break here she was with me only for 15 days but she had given me new highs. Ya she was a good girl and was a good friend too. She called me 2 more times.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>Tragedy: I lost her ph no and my number got changed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">   </SPAN>We could not be able talk since than and now my first story ends here. </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080>After she left more girls joined the company. Later when they came to know about all that , they started teasing me with her name . One of them teased me several time<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>by saying : "<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">kya bat hai ahmed ji ham kya mar gaye the to apne do baccho ki ma ko pata</I> <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">liya</I> " . My old colleagues<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">   </SPAN>still tease me . It never<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>annoyed me but I started enjoying all these things ..</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080>I still want to tell every body that We were not in love with each other. But I enjoyed all this. I cannot forget those good moments, I cannot forget her.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.25in 0pt 0in"><FONT color=#400080></FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 23:34:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/06/25/The-first-person-who-impressed.html</link></item><item><title>its my life</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"><FONT face=Helvetica><FONT color=#ff8080><FONT size=3>Hi friends <BR>AS earlier i told u that i work in a small outsourcing firm .Now i m going to tell u how my life is going here.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><BR><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"><FONT face=Helvetica><FONT color=#ff8080><FONT size=3>I think the period I spnt here is the crucial for my entire life. I hv seen many ups and downs .</FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><BR><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"><FONT face=Helvetica><FONT color=#ff8080><FONT size=3>Many achievement ,<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>many praise , many criticism crossed my way.I was liked and was disliked too.I was in love , but was hated too...<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>my love stories started<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>and finished here .... Now I think I m on the point that I can write a<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>full book on my life in this office....So friends keep reading my blogs i m going to start a series about my expriences with the persons I work with . My crushes. my achievement and about everything significant occured in my life during this period<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>.....<IMG src="http://immail.rediff.com/htmledit/emoticons/red8.gif"><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><BR><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"><FONT face=Helvetica><FONT color=#ff8080><FONT size=3><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><BR><BR><P><FONT face=Helvetica color=#ff8080></FONT> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 03:54:20 +0530</pubDate><link>http://takhard.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/05/31/its-my.html</link></item></channel></rss>