tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68203228626710267402011-07-28T10:14:08.328-07:00Iqbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14282672520719388329noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820322862671026740.post-53145175266944628822009-11-16T16:29:00.000-08:002009-11-16T16:31:37.767-08:00I offer my daily prayers in Arabic, <br />I often hum a tamil rap now an then. <br />I studied sanskrit shlokas in school recited them with full vigour and can do it anyday.<br />I miss my childhood days in a small town named Ambernath.<br />I loved the way a khadi clad gujarati fought with the entire British empire for Indian independence.<br />I am filled with joy evrytime i see people performing bhangra. <br />I like to dig in to scrumptious food cooked on Sankaranthi the same way i savour sheerkhurma on eid.<br />I secrelty wanted to sneak out and play holi with my friends every year.<br />I stand up and applaud every six that is hit by Dhoni or Tendulkar, scream on evry wicket taken by Kumble or Harbhajan.<br />I made best of the friends with Emil Taj Shashi and scroes more. <br />I was fascinated by Amar Chitra Katha's Dasha Aavataar, used to read Ramayan and Mahabharath with equal interest like i used to read Mandrake or Phantom.<br />I perfomred a small pooja at the inauguration of TT tournament at our club, coz none of the others knew any mantras.<br /> <br />These and many more similar things can be anyones dreams wishes, day to day activities, aspirations, likes, dislikes. Have we forgotten who we are before being a hindu, a muslim, a Tam , a maratha, a sikh, a bihari.... Think again and ask yourslef ....<br /> <br />Who am I ??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820322862671026740-5314517526694462882?l=fortoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iqbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14282672520719388329noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820322862671026740.post-2894175476100319992008-07-12T00:23:00.000-07:002008-07-12T00:26:07.449-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAzAwN9OrhA/SHhcgXQL0xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/asbXKgQ2Z6s/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAzAwN9OrhA/SHhcgXQL0xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/asbXKgQ2Z6s/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222025479003558674" border="0" /></a><br />Well typical me....<br /><br />forgot to add the photo we took at the end of our trip here it is....<br /><br />Cheers....<br /><br />Iqbal....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820322862671026740-289417547610031999?l=fortoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iqbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14282672520719388329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820322862671026740.post-84641474724526970752008-07-11T23:27:00.000-07:002008-07-12T00:22:03.965-07:00Hi guys....<br /><br />My first try at writing a blog... :), trust me i am no good at writing, but like my motto fortune favours the brave i got enough courage to write my own blog ;)<br />On a more serious note, it feels bad leaving all my friends here at California not knowing when we meet again. Being not so good at emoting i could not express how i felt while all of us... Oh! let me introduce u to my friends with whom i got together at California. Theres Shashi.... the cyber guy, Our very own "Koraka" Narayan, The guy who forgot how to :) Pramod, Ever :) ing Shaanya, Stylish Manoj, and The GUY Rahul..... Well these guys were leaving for home and i was just standing there not knowing how to bid them goodbye, not knowing what to say... and then out of the blue shashi eyes watered... i was like what ??? of all guys shashi ? i did'nt expect anybody would cry that day. whatever action, words, thoughts i had in mind vanished... i was just thinking about what just happened.... and could not stop thinking hours later...how our friendship had grown thru these years ? from the days of our Naryas korkology classes to Pramod's silly excuses not come to Durgadbail .. the best one i could remember was this one... "Le maniga late bandra mani baju awara tappa tilakotara" ha ha ha to my silly fights and dumb arguments... which i realised very recently ;)<br />I thought of Deepya ... it would have been a completely different scene if he had been around...we missed him sooo much in this trip...<br />Well i think that i am writing way too much .. and boring all u guys... so time to say....<br /><br />Adios Amigos...<br /><br />See you soooooon sometime .... Miss u all guys till then .....<br /><br />Well..... actually.... not that much.... ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820322862671026740-8464147472452697075?l=fortoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iqbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14282672520719388329noreply@blogger.com4