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So the blonde looks out the window and says, ''Yes. No. Yes. No.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-8770382344061422203?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8770382344061422203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=8770382344061422203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/8770382344061422203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/8770382344061422203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/blonde-and-blinker.html' title='The Blonde and the Blinker'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-4544930437513549684</id><published>2008-10-08T09:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:31:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Old Man</title><content type='html'>A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action. &lt;p&gt;The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, "You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trashcans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. "This recession's really putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they accepted his offer and continued  their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Look," he said, "I haven't received my Social Security check yet, so I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A freakin' quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts! No way, dude. We quit!" And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-4544930437513549684?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4544930437513549684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=4544930437513549684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4544930437513549684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4544930437513549684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/wise-old-man.html' title='Wise Old Man'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-4254493492658118273</id><published>2008-10-08T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:30:51.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cab Driver Goes to Heaven</title><content type='html'>A cab driver reaches the Pearly Gates and announces his presence to St. Peter, who looks him up in his Big Book. Upon reading the entry for the cabbie, St. Peter invites him to pick up a silk robe and a golden staff and to proceed into Heaven. A preacher is next in line behind the cabby and has been watching these proceedings with interest. He announces himself to St. Peter. Upon scanning the preacher's entry in the Big Book, St. Peter furrows his brow and says, "Okay, we'll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff." The preacher is astonished and replies, "But I am a man of the cloth. You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; rate higher than a cabbie."  St. Peter responded matter-of-factly: "This is heaven and up here, we are interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-4254493492658118273?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4254493492658118273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=4254493492658118273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4254493492658118273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4254493492658118273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/cab-driver-goes-to-heaven.html' title='The Cab Driver Goes to Heaven'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-4384400038096891664</id><published>2008-08-14T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:22:17.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheikh Abdul Aziz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarnath'/><title type='text'>Doctor narrates story! The mass agitation of August!</title><content type='html'>Bandipora, Aug 13| JKTOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A doctor, who accompanied the Bandipora firing victims in the ambulance has revealed that CRPF personnel indiscriminately fired towards the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Asif Iqbal said he and his colleague Dr Parvaiz Khalid accompanied four injured persons to SMHS hospital. “When we reached Paripmpora, thousands of people were on roads and few were injured during clashes with cops. “We carried some of the injured in the ambulance and were rushing towards SMHS,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor, who works in SMHS hospital, alleged that CRPF personnel fired bullets and tear gas shells towards the ambulance, injuring the driver. “The tear smoke shells hit his face and he alongwith other injured cried in pain while the CRPF personnel continued to target the ambulance. The women of the area after hearing screams of the injured rushed towards ambulance and rescued all the injured. One of the injured, Mehraj-ud-Din Khan succumbed to injuries in the ambulance. The protestors tried to make way for the ambulance so that the injured could be shifted to hospital,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that the protestors including women were beaten by the CRPF personnel.&lt;br /&gt;"When we contacted district Administration, they warned us not to inform anybody about the brutality done by CRPF. We remained silent and waited for further orders which were against our emotions," said Dr. Asif.&lt;br /&gt;“This is the worst brutal and cowardly act that I have seen in my career,” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--JOM COMMENT START--&gt;  &lt;div class="trackbacks-content"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-4384400038096891664?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4384400038096891664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=4384400038096891664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4384400038096891664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/4384400038096891664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-narrates-story-mass-agitation-of.html' title='Doctor narrates story! The mass agitation of August!'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-5248806225228681072</id><published>2008-08-14T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:18:43.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheikh Abdul Aziz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaheed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarnath'/><title type='text'>Sheikh Abdul Aziz; A Martyr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgvcw8OQOo8/SKP4FQOlHoI/AAAAAAAAANE/s98PMF0vZbc/s1600-h/sheikh-aziz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgvcw8OQOo8/SKP4FQOlHoI/AAAAAAAAANE/s98PMF0vZbc/s400/sheikh-aziz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234299961073802882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Abdul Aziz, a former militant turned moderate political leader was killed while taking part in a protest march close to the Line of Control in Uri.&lt;br /&gt;Aziz, 52, was a prominent member of Hurriyat Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He earlier headed the militant group Al Jehad.&lt;br /&gt;Aziz, who had been jailed on several occasions for demanding accession of Kashmir to Pakistan, is the third prominent separatist leader to have been killed since the eruption of the armed resistance in 1989.&lt;br /&gt;Mirwaiz Moulvi Muhammad Farooq was killed on May 21, 1990 while Peoples Conference (PC) founder, Abdul Gani Lone were killed on May 21, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldinbleze.blogspot.com"&gt;Click here to go to the main page of JKTOK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-5248806225228681072?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5248806225228681072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=5248806225228681072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/5248806225228681072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/5248806225228681072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/sheikh-abdul-aziz-martyr.html' title='Sheikh Abdul Aziz; A Martyr!'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgvcw8OQOo8/SKP4FQOlHoI/AAAAAAAAANE/s98PMF0vZbc/s72-c/sheikh-aziz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158433912135702020.post-3178349296487531025</id><published>2008-07-16T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:29:24.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times Of kashmir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Old Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there were thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter. To his surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down the long line to where the lawyer was, and greeted him warmly. &lt;p&gt; Then St. Peter and one of his assistants took the lawyer by the hands and guided him up to the front of the line, and into a comfortable chair by his desk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The lawyer said, "I don't mind all this attention, but what makes me so special?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; St. Peter replied, "Well, I've added up all the hours for which you billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about 193 years old!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-3178349296487531025?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3178349296487531025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=3178349296487531025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/3178349296487531025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/3178349296487531025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-lawyer.html' title='Old Lawyer'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-89723676994514096</id><published>2008-07-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:53:05.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times Of kashmir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>The Popular Mule</title><content type='html'>A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. While they were walking through the barn, the farmer's mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly. &lt;p&gt;At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head "Yes" and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, he would shake his head, "No" and mumble a reply. Curious, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The farmer replied, ''The women would say, 'What a terrible tragedy' and I would nod my head and say, 'Yes, it was.' The men would ask, 'You wanna sell that mule?' and I would shake my head and say, 'Can't. It's all booked up for a year.'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-89723676994514096?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/89723676994514096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=89723676994514096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/89723676994514096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/89723676994514096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/popular-mule.html' title='The Popular Mule'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-932090205312238768</id><published>2008-07-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:52:22.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times Of kashmir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Super Market Mother</title><content type='html'>A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally, he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him. &lt;p&gt; "Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look just like my son who just died recently." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'm very sorry," replied the young man, "Is there anything I can do for you?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes," she said. "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Goodbye mother'? It would make me feel much better."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Sure," answered the young man. As the old woman was leaving, he called out, "Goodbye mother!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50. "How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-932090205312238768?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/932090205312238768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=932090205312238768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/932090205312238768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/932090205312238768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-market-mother.html' title='Super Market Mother'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-5139851115227102757</id><published>2008-01-23T06:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:50:53.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to annoy people!!</title><content type='html'>I have just put a few of them here. do have a look!! You can find the rest at this &lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2007/12/10/101-ways-to-annoy-people.html"&gt;link!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;only type in lowercase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets. (Yup Kashmir allright)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Chew on pens that you've borrowed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make appointments for the 31st of September&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2007/12/10/101-ways-to-annoy-people.html"&gt;Link to get more!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-5139851115227102757?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5139851115227102757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=5139851115227102757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/5139851115227102757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/5139851115227102757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-annoy-people.html' title='How to annoy people!!'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-889481492747232680</id><published>2008-01-22T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:59:51.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly power lines</title><content type='html'>Kashmir's ubiquitous power lines, hanging precariously overhead, have become increasingly dangerous. On Thursday a boy had fatal run-in with the heavy cables. The incident happened when four boys were hoisting Muharram banners at Karan Nagar Chowk using metallic ladder, which the boys used to hoist the Muharram banner, came in touch with a high tension electric wire after which flames started emanating from the electric pole which caught all the four boys in to its fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the four boys were immediately rushed to SMHS hospital where the doctors declared one of them brought dead. The other three were seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;High and low-voltage power lines, across the Valley, are in disarray, particularly in Srinagar, a power line hub. Every year scores of people lose their lives due to sagging and snapped power lines or fallen electric poles, but the authorities have yet to take any action. In some areas without poles, wires are draped across houses and trees.&lt;br /&gt;The PDD replaced the old wooden poles with new cement poles in several areas in and around Srinagar but they did not increase the total number of poles, so the wires still hang dangerously low, making accidents inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;On January 8, a linesman of the power development department fell to his death in the Aaloochi Bagh quarter of the city when he was conducting repairs on an electric pole.&lt;br /&gt;In August last year, a schoolboy died in the Chandrigam village of Awantipur while trying to save his parents from a live, fallen power transmission cable. Residents staged angry demonstrations against the negligence of power authorities. The demonstrators accused that poles have not been replaced for forty long years, leading to such accidents.&lt;br /&gt;Not to speak about the condition of power supply, which can be defined as the ever pitiable supply in the Valley. The condition of power is deplorable and with its plight, it ensures the sin which the concerned department commits every new day, every new year and with every new project.&lt;br /&gt;Inadequate power supply and repeated interruptions are routine affair in winters. According to reports, residents of Kreeri Pattan, Langate Handwara, Khanaqah-e-Mua'lla Srinagar, Safa Kadal, Soibug Budgam, Sopore, Kupwara, and Uri registered demonstrations against the erratic power supply. They held power authorities responsible for recurrent snags in transformers, and accused the department personnel deliberately damage the equipment with an aim to loot the public exchequer.&lt;br /&gt;On top of it as for as the improvement of the power scenario in Kashmir is concerned, there seems no hope at the end of the tunnel. The Indian agencies expressed their desire to execute projects in the Jammu division, but expressed inability of doing so in Kashmir. "Contract had been given to a national level company and they have already started the work in Jammu division. However they have refused to do the work in Kashmir division. The local contractors are not competent to do the job," the deputy chief minister informed the House on Jan 08.&lt;br /&gt;However, the leader of the opposition Abdul Rahim Rather retorted back and accused that out of sanctioned amount of 825 crores the government has just spend 200 crores during four years on the power sector in the State.&lt;br /&gt;Frequent power failures throughout the Valley are fast assuming the proportions of a crisis, and all claims by the PDD of improving the situation are turning out to be a mirage.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand the government effected a steep hike in power tariff, but on the other, power is not being supplied to the consumer according to the schedule, while the department pressurises people into paying their duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-889481492747232680?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/889481492747232680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=889481492747232680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/889481492747232680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/889481492747232680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/deadly-power-lines.html' title='Deadly power lines'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-9009294334584720371</id><published>2007-07-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:55:21.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>About me!!</title><content type='html'>Hi, i am Qazi Mamoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am studying in class 12th in a lovely school called Burn Hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a bit stupid when it comes to understanding things like calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a bit concerned about Kashmir. (Yes! just a bit.. Not more than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a lot more concerned about computers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the small PC in a corner of my house, i talk to the world.. Usually criticizing things..&lt;br /&gt;A small wish that by doing so something will change.. a constructive change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better.. No more stupid old things.. Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing better.. to live in the forbidden land of Utopia..&lt;br /&gt;Is my dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Kashmir to become better...&lt;br /&gt;The place which no-one considers ones own..&lt;br /&gt;The place of the intense Brain-Drain..&lt;br /&gt;The place to be rejuvenated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-9009294334584720371?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9009294334584720371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=9009294334584720371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/9009294334584720371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/9009294334584720371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-me.html' title='About me!!'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-7340557422396318404</id><published>2007-06-15T23:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:27:17.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing a song'/><title type='text'>Poetry and more...</title><content type='html'>Life is a ever-going song which needs to be sung very carefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singit01.blogspot.com/"&gt;Read the tunes and sing them..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-7340557422396318404?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7340557422396318404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=7340557422396318404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/7340557422396318404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/7340557422396318404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/poetry-and-more.html' title='Poetry and more...'/><author><name>Qazi Mamoon</name><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-6158433912135702020.post-1582187957859100517</id><published>2007-06-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:24:49.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Hammerstein'/><title type='text'>Reality bites...</title><content type='html'>The world is filled with troubles and many injustices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oscar Hammerstein"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotationsandsayings.blogspot.com/"&gt;-Find out more some quotes..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158433912135702020-1582187957859100517?l=qmamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1582187957859100517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158433912135702020&amp;postID=1582187957859100517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/1582187957859100517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158433912135702020/posts/default/1582187957859100517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmamoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/reality-bites.html' title='Reality 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