<?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-1016468313783793965</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:56:37.507-08:00</updated><category term='propaganda'/><category term='Pakistan'/><category term='LDS'/><category term='trade regulation'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='Salt Lake Temple'/><category term='current affairs'/><category term='economic policy'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Church'/><category term='General Conference'/><category term='college football'/><category term='developing economies'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='instability'/><category term='news media'/><category term='export'/><category term='government regulation'/><category term='How to make the most of an internship'/><category term='levy'/><category term='international student'/><title type='text'>Adventures @ Y!</title><subtitle type='html'>Exploring into the interesting life of an international college-kid kicking off his adventurous life @ Brigham Young University. The experiences sure are unique!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-7088303458150029368</id><published>2011-01-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:11:41.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biological Issue: Feeding Seven Billion</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The following issue is taken from the National Geographic article "Agriculture Becomes Our Top Environmental Issue" by Tasha Eichenseher. (Read the article &lt;a href="http://blogs.nationalgeographic.com/blogs/news/chiefeditor/2011/01/state-of-the-world-agriculture-environment-water.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/756318477_63351dd965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/756318477_63351dd965.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agricultural products&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The Earth's population reaches 7 billion this year. This has been the primary issue of concern among scientists from different fields, including environmentalists, agriculturalists, sociologists and economists. This issue is of&amp;nbsp;extreme&amp;nbsp;concern because of several reasons. The most important of these reasons is the question about the future of mankind and this world. The Earth, even though abundant in its resources, can accommodate a certain capacity of life. Its resources provide us energy, food and shelter. The most fundamental of concerns among scientists is the availability of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weather.gov/floodsafety/Drought-wh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.weather.gov/floodsafety/Drought-wh.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A once fertile land, now barren.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The selected issue primarily focuses on agricultural practices. It talks about how, in the past decades, the production of food has increased, but the consequences it had over environment have largely been ignored. The extensive use of fertilizers and pesticides have polluted water, and cultivation practices have reduced soil's nutrients.&amp;nbsp;The image on the right illustrates the effects of poor cultivation practices on a fertile land which has now turned barren.&amp;nbsp;In the second half of twentieth century, the cultivation practices in most developed countries aimed towards high levels of production. Now, in the twenty-first century, these practices have led the world into an ecological disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution to this global concern is to adopt new and improved methods of farming. These new methods require to be enforced all across the world--farms in both developing and developed countries. The following are two strategies that, I believe, will help mankind in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sustainable cultivation approach that maintain a high quantitative and qualitative standard. A policy change that uses contractual agreement with farmers to adopt improved methods designed by agricultural scientists. A similar method is currently being practiced in France. In this method, farmers sign a "Territorial Farming Contract" which covers socioeconomic and environmental aspects. This approach is ideal to be implemented on a large scale as under this practice, farmers get a good exposure to sustainable agriculture and its importance. When these improved practices are adopted, the quantity and quality of food is improved along with a conservation of soil's nutrients.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(Agricultural Systems, 2006, Vol.90(1-3), p.226-242 [Peer Reviewed Journal])&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In developing countries, where economies are&amp;nbsp;primarily&amp;nbsp;reliant&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;agricultural&amp;nbsp;products, the government and other organizations should finance technology that helps farmers on their farm. The emphasis should be on machinery that sustains biological and ecological processes (such as nutrient cycling, nitrogen fixation, soil&amp;nbsp;regeneration&amp;nbsp;and biodiversity). A proposal based upon Sub-Saharan agriculture highlights similar ideas of investing in technology that improves in food quantity and quality. Another important aspect in this proposal is concerns regarding health of farmers and consumers. These are important steps that, if implemented efficiently, will yield immense benefits for all of humanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(Renewable Agriculture and Food Systems, 2010, Vol.25(2), p.118-128 [Peer Reviewed Journal])&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/elenathewise/Elenathewise0703/Elenathewise070300057/828001-agricultural-landscape-of-hay-bales-in-a-field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/elenathewise/Elenathewise0703/Elenathewise070300057/828001-agricultural-landscape-of-hay-bales-in-a-field.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In conclusion, mankind's progress over the last century has made transformational changes on Earth's physical characteristics, the extent of which is still not entirely understood. Earth's population is a primary concern &amp;nbsp;as its&amp;nbsp;consequences&amp;nbsp;can be very detrimental towards the future. Therefore, it is necessary that we take steps towards improvement now, so that the generations to come do not have to face enormous hardships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-7088303458150029368?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7088303458150029368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/biological-issue-feeding-seven-billion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/7088303458150029368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/7088303458150029368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/biological-issue-feeding-seven-billion.html' title='Biological Issue: Feeding Seven Billion'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/756318477_63351dd965_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-879570005992480803</id><published>2010-12-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:19:22.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wrote this for my semester-end class assignment, but I believe its significance is more than just a lousy grade. Hence, it deserves being a part of my blog. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Growing up, I had always had the perception of English as that &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; language that I had to learn. As I made my way though middle school and then high school, it became more and more obvious that English was going to form an integral part of my academic and professional world. After coming to college in US, the degree with which I use English makes me feel as if it is my first language. Granted, I don’t possess the superior writing or reading skills most native speakers do, but there is nothing stopping me from working towards that skill set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Management Communication 320&lt;/i&gt; was that stepping stone in my life that made me recognize that potential leads to accomplishment; and potential, there is abundance. I had always considered myself a numbers’ person–you give me a complex equation, I’ll swing my magic wand and produce something fancy–and this feeling wasn’t so similar with words, unfortunately. So, I came to this class half hearted, reminding myself that this isn’t my domain–no home-court advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon, I began recognizing the importance of everything we were being taught. I could see myself using all the tools of interviewing, memo-writing, and presenting in all stages of my professional career. This realization was the perfect motivation. For instance, PAR stories, worth 10 points to my class grade, yet worth so much more to my career development. This made me wish that if only all my classes could feel like this, I would be so much more dedicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can surely say that the importance I used to give to writing has increased dramatically since I’ve taken this class. I have learnt to channel my writing skills towards producing better results; e.g., recognizing the purpose of writing, understanding the audience, using appropriate tone in writing etc. In the future, I’m certain that I will be required to write, even more than I anticipate now; probably not to the point of writing a novel (or maybe, who knows?), but definitely quite a lot. I’m certain that writing, or in the larger sense, communicating will form an essential part of my life. I hope that it is a learning process along the way, and that I keep improving my skills the more I do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-879570005992480803?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/879570005992480803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifesto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/879570005992480803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/879570005992480803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/manifesto.html' title='Manifesto'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-9001067047346909299</id><published>2010-12-06T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:42:22.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind Gesture</title><content type='html'>For this week's blog assignment, we were assigned to do something nice for a person who is managing a tougher workload than ourselves. As soon as I heard about the assignment, I knew who that person meant for me -- my very own roommate, Sameer Ahmad. As a Marriott School senior finance-major, Sameer's currently taking 20 credit hours, 15 of which are classes, 3 are an investments' internship and the remaining 2 for a case competition. As a sports fanatic, we follows and plays football very often. You would mostly see him on the phone connecting with his family, for whom he is very passionate about, or friends from all over the world. Alongside all this, he&amp;nbsp;regularly&amp;nbsp;takes out time for lunches, dinners and various other hang-outs with friends (including me. Yes, I know I'm very fortunate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I took him and another close friend of mine for a dinner to Bombay House. Knowing the importance of Indian cuisine to our taste buds, I felt that there could be nothing better than delicious &lt;i&gt;chicken makhani&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;naan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at this stressful point of the semester. Although this dinner had been due for a couple of weeks but I'm glad it happened this late, as this is the time of the semester when the weather, the school, this whole&amp;nbsp;monotony&amp;nbsp;seems to be getting the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, another thing that added a lot more value to this weekend was the football session just this evening. Our ending play--the long pass--turned things around. He was the quarterback, one of the things he loves to do, and I was the wide-receiver. With our practiced coordination, Sameer's epic judgement and my up-to-par WR skills, we made a 72-yard play feel like magic. It was just something that you experience very rare in your life but you often look back to and can't help but say "wow, that was me, a part of something that incredible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of that catch was not in the play but how that split second completion became a game-changer for both of us. This accomplishment just opened the doors to a whole new world of&amp;nbsp;possibilities. The next question just popped up like that; what else could we accomplish now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the symbolic significance of that completed play helped me recognize something, that actions do speak louder than words. With this, we continue on, recognizing and appreciating those things in life that broaden our horizons and make us conquer more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-9001067047346909299?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/9001067047346909299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/kind-gesture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/9001067047346909299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/9001067047346909299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/kind-gesture.html' title='A Kind Gesture'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1439529088376789753</id><published>2010-11-28T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:48:26.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Done with Five Credits and Thank Goodness for Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>As fall semester rushes to an end,&amp;nbsp;course-load&amp;nbsp;begins to pile up. Juggling social life, studies and work becomes harder and harder. In this time, thanksgiving break comes at the ideal time; right when I thought all this was gonna blow the can off of my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of last week, I had started planning out the way I will most&amp;nbsp;leisurely&amp;nbsp;utilize this break. Two of my classes, accounting and lifeguarding, gave me the option to take the final before finals week. This meant that if I paced myself enough I could get done with 5, out of my 15, credits before thanksgiving break this semester. (Could there be a better opportunity than this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, I began preparing in the way I could most&amp;nbsp;cautiously&amp;nbsp;maneuver&amp;nbsp;both the classes. The plan was to present for my management communication class on Monday and take the tests for both the classes on Tuesday, and ultimately, just have the whole thanksgiving break to myself. Just like that, I put my head down and dedicated myself towards accomplishing the task. Sure, it required cutting up on some sleep, but is that really something new for college students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was spent frantically working to perfect the presentation. Since I was responsible for&amp;nbsp;putting together&amp;nbsp;the powerpoint, it required me to&amp;nbsp;coordinate&amp;nbsp;with my group members a lot, getting their perspectives and adjusting the presentation powerpoint accordingly (Hopefully, I did a good job and my group members aren't holding a grudge against me for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I sent out the final powerpoint to my team members and we coordinated a time with our professor in the afternoon to present. The whole thing worked out&amp;nbsp;perfectly, except for my presentation of course which had its fair share of glitches here and there. After spending the rest of the day studying for the two tests Tuesday, I felt ready to go out there and give it my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, first, I had the lifeguarding test which I barely passed on the margin (not so impressed by my&amp;nbsp;performance&amp;nbsp;there, at all). Took a little break which I believed I had deserved by then. All fair, till I dozed off &amp;nbsp;on the couch after working out just one accounting problem (what a surprise!). I woke up to the emergency frenzy text messages of BYU campus security that Provo was going to be hit by the biggest blizzard of the history of Provo or blizzards. It meant one thing, take this to the accounting lab. So, there I was making my way to the library while still receiving recorded messages from campus emergency service of the warning for the catastrophic natural disaster about to&amp;nbsp;encounter&amp;nbsp;Provo. In library, they made the announcement over the PA system that campus was scheduled to close by 3 which meant I had only 80 mins to take the accounting final. Well, time to&amp;nbsp;swallow&amp;nbsp;the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I had forgotten my ID, (oh worst timing!) so I had to run back to my apartment and grab that so I could take the test. Within 10 mins, I was in the testing center with the Accounting final in my hand. I had 75 mins to work out the 54 problems. I gave it my best, especially given the time constraint. I was glad when I walked out and found out my score. The job was done. Self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now had nothing but the awesome, long-awaited break ahead. The best I can describe the rest of the week is that I turned my lazy-mode on and stopped caring about school or work. Basically, nothing happened throughout the break. It was just the lazy me, on the couch, killing time. Except for Wednesday and Thursday for which I made actual plans with friends. Wednesday, I invited a friend over and we watched a scary movie at my apartment. It had been so long since I had seen a horror flick. Gotta admit, felt pretty good. Thursday, I had the best thanksgiving dinner eveerrr! (Frankly, this deserves a whole&amp;nbsp;blog post&amp;nbsp;on its own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my break. Surely, I didn't conquer Mt. Timpanogos but I accomplished what I had in mind, and I believe that for now, that's what matters. I hope you had a fun week yourself. All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1439529088376789753?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1439529088376789753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-done-with-five-credits-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1439529088376789753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1439529088376789753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-done-with-five-credits-and.html' title='Getting Done with Five Credits and Thank Goodness for Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1727389282612924203</id><published>2010-11-14T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:06:35.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>November 14th ... a child was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start my blog post with a Jay Z lyric. Guess its just that random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I turned 20. I'm not sure if things were to change over night or not, but I guess an entire year has passed by. My second year at BYU has definitely made me realize so much I never thought about earlier. The teen years are behind me and life's gonna take its turn to seriousness... or will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely big things coming ahead, but the little things roll on, I believe (Maybe I should refrain from using such vague statements... haha). Career,&amp;nbsp;marriage&amp;nbsp;and whatnot--life brings so much from this moment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: This was a good birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TODbryc7QtI/AAAAAAAAADw/IgaFlLC-IVk/s1600/DSCN0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TODbryc7QtI/AAAAAAAAADw/IgaFlLC-IVk/s320/DSCN0208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1727389282612924203?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1727389282612924203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1727389282612924203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1727389282612924203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TODbryc7QtI/AAAAAAAAADw/IgaFlLC-IVk/s72-c/DSCN0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5319445300319226163</id><published>2010-11-07T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:19:57.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Lights</title><content type='html'>This Saturday turned out to be one of the most&amp;nbsp;nostalgic evenings I've had at BYU. Dewali - "The Festival of Lights" was&amp;nbsp;organized&amp;nbsp;by the Indian Students Association in the Wilk. Although I am not Indian. but since Pakistan has so much cultural heritage in common with India that that night felt like being in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event included various performances on Bollywood tracks. I was amazed at the talent these performers had. I mean, the dances that they performed were no different from the&amp;nbsp;choreographed&amp;nbsp;steps in the most renowned Indian movies. It kept rushing my mind back to the days in Pakistan when every wedding would play similar songs and people would dance in the similar fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were followed by "Bombay House"-catered dinner. Having &lt;i&gt;naan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;after three months; man, it was so nice. I had been craving for that taste in food for so long that I went all out on that food, to the point that I was so full that I needed to sit down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another attractive feat at the event was the &lt;i&gt;Henna &lt;/i&gt;booth; a true representative of the sub-continental culture. In short, henna&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;is the application of &lt;i&gt;mehendi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;s a temporary form of skin decoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The artistic designs reminded of all the festivities we used to have back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this Saturday night ... well-spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5319445300319226163?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5319445300319226163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/festival-of-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5319445300319226163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5319445300319226163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/festival-of-lights.html' title='Festival of Lights'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-8580398882023968825</id><published>2010-10-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:52:44.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Bag?</title><content type='html'>So, I&amp;nbsp;procrastinated&amp;nbsp;on groceries for quite sometime. You're thinking two or three days, not too big a deal, eh? Well, it was for two whole weeks, no joke. I basically had nothing in the apartment besides milk the whole time. In fact, now that i think about it, it sounds more stupid than astonishing. Why I did this .. well, lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I felt as though I should go and do some&amp;nbsp;groceries, it snowed. My desire to step a foot outside my apartment plummeted. My thought started drifting more towards "why the heck am I in Utah, of all places, ugggh!" and similar&amp;nbsp;unpleasant&amp;nbsp;thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the snow cleared within a couple of days, I then got stuck with the busiest week I've had at college yet. I was spending over 16 hours on campus daily; less than 6 hours of sleep every night. (I know that for some of you insomniacs out there, this sounds like a bad joke but the fact of the matter is, I'm not like you! I'm that lazy a-.. who always sleeps-in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another week passed by, I kind of liked the fact that I didn't have&amp;nbsp;groceries&amp;nbsp;that entire week. Probably would have been another tempting reason to come home sooner and waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, all the eating on campus didn't turn out to be the best thing for my&amp;nbsp;budget, especially last night when I totally went all out at Smith's. I don't know, I never thought how not doing groceries once can make you double your groceries for the next time. You know what I mean? Um, maybe I'm just confusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my interesting story from this week. Hope ya'll have a fun week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-8580398882023968825?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8580398882023968825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/grocery-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8580398882023968825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8580398882023968825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/grocery-bag.html' title='Grocery Bag?'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-2738143606394890791</id><published>2010-10-22T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:53:59.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am totally against blog assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You really think you can make me think? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just as your ideas come only to your head, I am the only one who can put down a blog post about what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;think. Admitted blogs are not&amp;nbsp;journals, but they are also not newspapers. The point that I'm making is, you cannot expect my blog to be a representative of your expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Of course I don't expect you to like whatever I write, or even agree with the things I write. It isn't a political review, for crying out loud. I might not be the most consistent writing and my writings may not have been the best, but it serves me just the right purpose. From time to time, I like to go skim though my old posts, ponder over those good ol' days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Honestly, I really don't think think blog assignments are that a deal. I just wanted to see if I could ramble over something that pointless. It seems, I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-2738143606394890791?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2738143606394890791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2738143606394890791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2738143606394890791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-assignments.html' title='Blog Assignments'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5706094249911561214</id><published>2010-10-17T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:18:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim to live</title><content type='html'>I believe a person who knows how to swim (i.e. can create a&amp;nbsp;rhythmic&amp;nbsp;pattern of body motion to propel in water) can, after adjusting to the&amp;nbsp;initial&amp;nbsp;tempo, swim until their body entirely exhausts. This limit of exhaustion is primarily&amp;nbsp;psychological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this nut-theory of mine, I got into a discussion with my roommate. His perspective is that you cannot go beyond a certain degree of laps that you do&amp;nbsp;occasionally. For instance, a person who swims 20 laps during one swim workout would be very much unlikely to exceed beyond 30 on a given position. Going from 20 to 30 would require him to gradually build upon his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the two conflicting points-of-view, we designed a challenge to put these theories to test. The&amp;nbsp;challenge&amp;nbsp;was for me complete 50 laps (2,500 yards) of continuous swimming. My personal best had been 32 laps over 6 months ago. Hence, this challenge seemed the perfect test for the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I went in to the try this out. I kept going and going, counting my laps, thinking about the most random-est of things... till I actually made it. I completed 50 laps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it took me a whole hour to do it, I guess it turned out that this phenomenon does work. So, this was the important conclusion I reached this past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5706094249911561214?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5706094249911561214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/swim-to-live.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5706094249911561214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5706094249911561214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/swim-to-live.html' title='Swim to live'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4136290387375051178</id><published>2010-10-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:00:05.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hi, here's a coke can for you."</title><content type='html'>For last week, our blog activity for the M Com class was to offer a stranger a can of coke. Honestly, I don't think there is a definite reaction to it. The assignment got me thinking along the same lines as well. As my mind pondered, i kept imagining the weirdest reactions possible. What is the person think I am trying poisoning them or I am an angel sent with the purposing of guiding them to the path of&amp;nbsp;righteousness&amp;nbsp;(and whatnot) or even if I am a human-trafficker. &lt;i&gt;(Phew!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't keep day-dreaming about it forever, so I actually went to a ragged stranger, probably homeless, standing by the bike-rack at Smith's. A million ideas rushed through my head. There was no telling what will happen next. I said, "Hi, here's a coke can for you." Its hard for me to put into words the thought that were ambushing my mind right at that split-second which felt like forever. Then, the response came, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, standing with the coke can in his hands, staring back dead at my face. The situation, which my mind had&amp;nbsp;perceived&amp;nbsp;as a life-changing, mind-swirling experience of a lifetime just raced by in a second. Not even interesting enough to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there is anything to be learnt from this experience, it is that you can never really imagine what doing something as random as offering a stranger a can of coke really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4136290387375051178?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4136290387375051178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-heres-coke-can-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4136290387375051178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4136290387375051178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-heres-coke-can-for-you.html' title='&quot;Hi, here&apos;s a coke can for you.&quot;'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-3976503867434510680</id><published>2010-10-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:18:41.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE Cricket Activity</title><content type='html'>As I glance out my bedroom window, I cannot help but be grateful for this wonderful weather which I'm absolutely certain will be gone very soon.&amp;nbsp;When I recall winter semester, all I can picture&amp;nbsp;are the walks to Wyview park in the gloomy cold weather, and my blaring headphones playing the tunes of Talib Kweli--just thinking of that sickens me. It's so hard to fathom that this very campus will once again be taken over by that dark cloud once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my roommate and I decided to pursue our Family Home Evening group to hold an outdoor activity. So now, with some basic&amp;nbsp;sports equipment, we've planned a cricket family home evening activity. Knowing Americans' interest of cricket, we're certain it will be an arduous evening. Nonetheless, my roommates sure seem to be looking forward to the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience, I've seen how initiative leads to the most surprising outcomes. The things you never expect happen&amp;nbsp;so unexpectedly. Therefore, you're only losing on your part&amp;nbsp;by not venturing out into the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-3976503867434510680?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3976503867434510680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/fhe-cricket-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3976503867434510680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3976503867434510680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/fhe-cricket-activity.html' title='FHE Cricket Activity'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6564269327420645535</id><published>2010-09-24T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:19:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finance Society</title><content type='html'>As I took my seat in the small conference room among seven or so 25-year-old finance seniors, a feeling of eerie excitement and anxiety surged though my body--I was somewhere I had wanted to be so bad, for so long. I was attending my first officers' meeting for the BYU Finance Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student-run organization, Finance Society offers a platform for all BYU students to learn more about and improve skills necessary for success in the enormous, fast-paced world of finance. Last week, in a meeting with the club president, I was asked to pilot and make necessary amendments to the club website. The assignment was a test of my skills to see if I was up to par for the job. Luckily enough, I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me was the degree of professionalism, I mean it wasn't like "Harry Potter Book-reading Club." Most people here already have numerous accomplishments under their belt and are continuing on to do far more with their lives. Their enthusiasm to give back to the club, and hence to the students, is surely commendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be a part of this team, as there is much I can learn from them. Also, I am grateful to my friends whose support made all this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byufinance.com/"&gt;BYU Finance Society&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6564269327420645535?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6564269327420645535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/finance-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6564269327420645535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6564269327420645535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/finance-society.html' title='Finance Society'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4556547689092377863</id><published>2010-09-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:21:38.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En español</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, one of the most interesting journeys I have decided to embark on is learning Spanish. Although it has been tough catching up with the pace of the class alongside managing other classes, but the experience has been very rewarding. (I shouldn't give you the wrong impression that I can totally understand or converse in Spanish. I'm only at the beginner's basics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a new language can surely be interesting. It opens your eyes to something totally new, something you never knew existed. For instance, the other day I walked into Taco Bell and I got this funny feeling. The words on the Menu behind the counter didn't seem that foreign anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing I noticed was, your mind continually connects elements of your first language to the language you're learning. Especially if you already know two languages, your mind is in a constant battle to see which word or expression relates when and where. I felt that knowing Urdu and English really keeps this buzz going back and forth. Now, I see Spanish as a language that uses more English related words with Urdu sounds. So far, this has given many people the false impression that I'm really at Spanish. (Well, as far as its a good impression, I don't really mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage everyone to venture out of their soft spot sometime and just see where it takes you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4556547689092377863?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4556547689092377863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/en-espanol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4556547689092377863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4556547689092377863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/en-espanol.html' title='En español'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-3080891999321589268</id><published>2010-09-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:58:09.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Semester</title><content type='html'>As my sophomore year kicks off at BYU, there is a new vibe in the air. Many new thoughts and ideas rush to mind. &lt;i&gt;Classes, prospective careers, social life, sports...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this third semester, I have planned to take a variety of classes to minimize the monotonous effect that studying can sometimes have. I know for a fact that in the following years, more and more of my classes will be along the same lines so I believe that now, I have the luxury to actually explore and enjoy this learning process as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most interesting class this semester is &lt;i&gt;Life guarding&lt;/i&gt;; although there isn't a slight chance I'll be doing this for the rest of my life but that's what exploring is, I guess. My most intense class this semester is probably &lt;i&gt;Statistics for Economists&lt;/i&gt;; isn't the name daunting enough? Haha. My most beneficial class this semester this semester is &lt;i&gt;Management Communication&lt;/i&gt;; I could go on bad-mouthing it as the most ridiculous class as they teach you grammar--I mean, is this sixth grade, really?-- or I could sugar coat is as my favorite class since I've been to college, either way, it is, and I am pretty certain that it will be, one of the most helpful classes that i will take at BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most unique class this semester is &lt;i&gt;Spanish 101&lt;/i&gt;; I do speak two languages already but the interest to learn a third one, just for kicks, kinda gets people puzzled. My most easiest class this semester, although I don't intend to underestimate its importance in any way, is &lt;i&gt;Accounting 200&lt;/i&gt;; after taking two years of Advanced Cambridge Accounting, this stuff really seems no different than ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have a fair mix of classes here and so, I hope that this semester proves to be an unforgettable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TI3LRR_C6kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nfro0aDmwME/s1600/wordle13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TI3LRR_C6kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nfro0aDmwME/s320/wordle13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-3080891999321589268?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3080891999321589268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-semester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3080891999321589268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3080891999321589268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-semester.html' title='The New Semester'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/TI3LRR_C6kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nfro0aDmwME/s72-c/wordle13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6576152762045233357</id><published>2010-06-24T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:10:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhurban Adventures</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my high school friends and I planned to escape the scorching Rawalpindi sun for a chillaxing time in Bhurban - a hill resort just 45 miles from Islamabad. The trip came around the ideal time as the capital city was soaked in the humid 110 F weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhurban, to us, means more than just a weekend off from the hustle and bustle of routine life. Its the freedom from all entanglements of the modern world like email, internet, television, cable and even cell phones to some point. It provides us the unique chance to just let go and wander off in deep thought. For this reason, we spent a lot of our time on the terrace, enjoying the scenic beauty of sunset behind the marvelous mountain and talking about the random-est of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the debates, that terrace with its scenic view was the ideal place to just sit back and reflect. Its funny that I've been going to that house every summer for more than half a decade, but every time I sit on that terrace the whole scenery and the ambiance feels so new. And just like old times, I took some lone-time out on this visit and just enjoyed the sunset behind the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its important that one should have such a place, a haven, to escape to for serenity. Figure out what soothes you and believe you me, it will forever be your sanctuary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6576152762045233357?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6576152762045233357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/bhurban-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6576152762045233357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6576152762045233357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/bhurban-adventures.html' title='Bhurban Adventures'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4130360678799706730</id><published>2010-06-14T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:47:41.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economic policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trade regulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='export'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='developing economies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government regulation'/><title type='text'>How Good is Our Government?</title><content type='html'>During my stay at the marketing department while interning at Kohinoor Textile Mills Ltd. (KTML), the department underwent some strict government regulation hindering the company's prospects of high profits from the foreign textile market. The 15% imposition of levy on yarn export was government's reaction to the concerns of local textile merchants who had to pay high prices for acquiring production material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such measures always benefit one party while proving costly for the other. While the government takes its necessary steps to protect local merchants, it curtails the freedom of the manufacturers. The reaction from both parties is accordingly; approval from those who benefited, while scorn from those at loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this specific action taken by the Pakistani government only a week ago proved to be in the interest of some, it certainly turned costly for the yarn marketing department at KTML. Not only did the levy imposition come as a loss for the company's current foreign customer accounts, but also turn as an opportunity for local merchants to exploit manufacturers. According to my boss, the deputy marketing manager, "they shot our jet down and now they expect us to continue on a horse-cart." The adverse effect of the drastic measures taken by the government on the dept's revenue angered every employee. "Could there not be a better action the government could have taken? We could sure use some slackening off from them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that these steps by regulatory bodies are necessary to create a fair ground for everyone, but the question it posses is "How knowing is that watchful eye?" Obviously these steps were taken after acquiring a fair idea of the current circumstances, but do policies take into consideration every contributing factor? Take for instance Pakistan government's levy imposition on export of yarn. The government's action is completely justifiable - the protection of the rights of its citizens should most certainly be set as the high aim. But, does is that drastic a step correct? The estimated value the government had put on was, after all, an estimate and estimates are propositions based on mere prediction, leaving ample room for screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the scenario in the light of both interest groups, we can notice that putting that estimate was indeed no easy task. Assigning a figure to the potential of a firm to be successful in the international market, and that even in a market so volatile that price fluctuations cause losses worth millions of dollars globally everyday, in comparison to promoting local businesses that help open avenues of opportunities for a population dealing with 15.2% unemployment. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phew, sure spins my head around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, as private firms compete for higher revenues, the government cannot afford to keep its hands tied. The only way to dampen the effect of a drastic regulatory action is through proper preparation. If the companies plan on investing broadly, their risk of failure upon taking a blow can be reduced significantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4130360678799706730?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4130360678799706730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-good-is-our-government.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4130360678799706730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4130360678799706730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-good-is-our-government.html' title='How Good is Our Government?'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6726361450482743370</id><published>2010-06-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:30:10.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propaganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news media'/><title type='text'>Propaganda or Factitious : Where do we give in?</title><content type='html'>Observing the points of view of people around me, I have come to realize the spectrum of interpretations drawn from information depicted by the media. The two extremities of opinion differ greatly. On one side, the belief stands that powerful interest groups capitalize through targeting individuals' core ideals (whether they be religious, cultural or social) giving way to popular propaganda, while on the other hand, putting complete trust in all factitious information presented by the media and analyzing current issues in light of national and economic interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is construed in different ways by different people. To most, it would be unethical to entirely obstruct either thoughts and the concept that every individual has a right to hold an opinion permits this freedom of thought. Still, some find reason to rule out arguments which they believe are baseless or irrational and hence, suppress any opposing ideas. The question now becomes, can masses accommodate both beliefs simultaneously or does an amalgamation of ideas propose a more neutral, while at the same time, peaceful solution to the co-existence of differing thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the solution is an entirely different principle - Economics. Just as neither planned nor free economy can exist alone (since a practically applicable economic model requires  at least some degree of mixed economic nature), the belief regarding buying into propaganda or fact lies in a similar premises. Any extremity of thought in this matter gives way to rule out a rationally arguable opinion. Additionally, following Aristotle's teaching of "Mean between Extremes," we can find reason in philosophy as well to implement this belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, entirely relying on either extremes of belief could pose negative effects on judgment. A commonality of belief not only helps cater varying thoughts regarding news and current affairs, but also provide different options to tackling hardships and overcoming hurdles humanity faces in these times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6726361450482743370?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6726361450482743370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/propaganda-or-factitious-where-do-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6726361450482743370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6726361450482743370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/propaganda-or-factitious-where-do-we.html' title='Propaganda or Factitious : Where do we give in?'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-2411184418997830312</id><published>2010-06-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:18:24.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Mirage</title><content type='html'>Its funny how much you learn from your experiences and attending college in US sure tops my list. There are so many aspects of the entire ordeal that I don't think I could ever put it all down on my blog (which is dedicated to college. Ironic, isn't it?). Even though I'm in Pakistan for my vacation, the hilarious incidents that are somehow associated to college continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, every person my age I get introduced to through friends, family or some other way has one very legitimate concern in their mind regarding American college life. At this point, you're probably imagining something like education standard in comparison to Pakistan or opportunities available to students there to broaden the horizon of intellect, but in reality, it is something far less thought-provoking than that. The concern is, "Dude, what's the party scene in colleges?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you meet someone new and a conversation starts building off. You two get to know each other a little. If the person mentions an interest that you two have in common, suddenly you become more  keen to know more about the individual. Similarly, my interest in a conversation gradually increases but when that very legitimate concern pops-up, my interest plummets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the question that bothers me but the idea behind it. Who was that first person who thought to himself one day, "wouldn't it be super to make up a story about college life with unlimited booze, dope and really fine ladies… turn it into a ridiculous movie and put it out there for all the hormone charged kids?" Just yesterday I got asked by a Pakistani college student if everything in the movie "Road Trip; Bear Pong" is true. Since I was in no mood to turn it into an hour long debate, I cut the story short and replied no. Probably just to cover up his perception, he threw his excuse, "They probably don't invite you." I just sighed since I couldn't care less about his ridiculous imagination luring from the movies that do no more than to excite these kids and help create a fantasyland in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea is no different than a mere opinion and I don't blame the mind triggering these thoughts in almost every nineteen year old. In fact, it’s the outcome that disappoints me in this situation. Imagine yourself, an everyday individual living your life, enjoying the little things that it rolls along. Content with your accomplishments, still standing tall to the difficulties you face. Its all so realistic, isn't it? But if you had forever considered yourself beyond any imaginable prowess. Till you end up utterly disappointed, falling in your own trap of false-hope. All that you had aspired, the dedication you had put in absorbs in the mist as if it had never existed. Put this in context of a young and rising individual, who could, in his right mind, conquer more than his imagination, yet falls to the shackles of false hope. That oasis that he had always pictured so perfect was nothing but a mirage in the heat of the desert sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely did not intend to portray the mind of most adolescents (who should at least pretend to act as grown-ups) with such gloom. There is much good within the soul too. Only thing required is a change in attitude, recognizing that thin line between fantasy and reality. I hope there comes a change, a future that's bright, brighter than a thousand suns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-2411184418997830312?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2411184418997830312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/movie-mirage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2411184418997830312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2411184418997830312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/movie-mirage.html' title='Movie Mirage'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-330423903342062331</id><published>2010-06-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:25:02.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instability'/><title type='text'>Pakistan's Poor Economic Performance: Who deserves the blame?</title><content type='html'>State Bank of Pakistan issued a statement in yesterday's paper that Pakistan's Economic performance for the previous fiscal hasn't been favorable. Doesn't come as a surprise, does it? As one of the world's most booming population looms over the issues at hand, most blatantly overlook the outcomes of this dreaded scenario. Pakistan's "average Joe" has little time from searching for shortcuts and running after mirages of get-rich-quick schemes to dedicate his efforts to the prosperity of the once struggled-for nation. But he is certainly not to blame, right? He sits in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;choraha&lt;/span&gt; (street corner) talking black about the government he was cheering for only a couple of months ago. "It’s the politicians!" Isn't that all we hear? The corrupt leaders  who put their selfish desires ahead of their country. Wait, if that's the case, what makes the "average Joe" any different here? Did you not blame the corrupt politician for not serving &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; with all luxuries of life? While you were searching every opportunity to escape your country so you can things better only for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; family? Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is self interest. In all your intents and instincts, the only motivation you receive to drag your lousy self to a job you so obviously dread is the desire that you will someday make it to the high-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this doesn't solve the problem by far. The poor man still toils under the scorching sun eagerly awaiting a solution to this affliction. An optimist would suggest a mere change in attitude, but reality asks for much more. The fact of the matter is that we, the people, are the driving force behind it all. Every revolution stems from the might of the citizens. If that citizen only fights for his interest, it'll do the entire society no good and the scornful acts of the ruler would ultimately come back to him in the form of a miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charity always begins at home!&lt;/span&gt; An improvement within the individual grows outwardly in an improvement of the society. The man must educate himself for the betterment of his soul and in turn, serve the community in a way that inspires others. Today, those who do take the certain necessary step give in to greed and the opportunity to be somewhere better, doing something better all under the false banner of "present unalterable circumstances".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As change instills, much is needed for. Still, we hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-330423903342062331?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/330423903342062331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/pakistans-poor-economic-performance-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/330423903342062331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/330423903342062331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/pakistans-poor-economic-performance-who.html' title='Pakistan&apos;s Poor Economic Performance: Who deserves the blame?'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-8879220798580585241</id><published>2010-05-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:47:54.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to make the most of an internship'/><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Internship</title><content type='html'>I recently began my internship at Kohinoor Textile Mills Ltd. based in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. My emphasis is primarily upon finance, but I do aim to avail this opportunity to acquaint myself with all aspects of a firm (marketing, accounting, sales, human resource etc). I hope that this will enrich my exposure to the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are certain aims that I have set for myself and might even help prospective intern on how to make the most of an internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Refresh Cambridge Advanced Levels Accounting &amp; Economics knowledge and apply it in understanding and analyzing the company’s financial reports.&lt;br /&gt;• Learn about the different jobs within a financial department of a company, the nature they are of, the tasks they are required to carry out and the type of professionals who are employed at those positions.&lt;br /&gt;•  Analyze how the size of the firm affects its operations, running and management; also the responsibilities of its employees. Learn about the pros and cons of working at a small vs. large firm.&lt;br /&gt;• Outline the skills certain specific positions in the department require. Understand how these skills are essential to their work and further explore into the ways these skills are developed while in college or early-on in the career.&lt;br /&gt;• Identify the use of technology/computer software in finance related work. Recognize how it aids to an efficient running of financial operations. &lt;br /&gt;• Get a wholesome exposure to the firm’s operations, even outside its finance department. Analyze how these various departments come together to deliver the firm’s services to its clients.&lt;br /&gt;• Understand and develop work ethics (networking, work habits, etc). Recognize their importance in a work setting for the individual’s career and progress of the firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-8879220798580585241?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8879220798580585241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-recently-began-my-internship-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8879220798580585241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8879220798580585241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-recently-began-my-internship-at.html' title='The Long Awaited Internship'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1646064776027548725</id><published>2010-05-08T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T03:32:48.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Agenda</title><content type='html'>I certainly had a lot in mind for the longest summer break I'll ever have my whole life. Four months of nothing to do is the pinnacle of being unproductive, in my opinion. So, the agenda for this summer is... (Lets see how much of it actually gets done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, spending some quality time with my wonderful family who I won't be seeing for the next ten months. Adding to it is the prospect of life just getting more and more hectic from here. Therefore, lets just have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El español - Since I'll be taking my first Spanish class this fall, I think I should get started on the bare-basics now. Since the other kids will at least have a high school exposure to the language, I wouldn't want to be at a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something valuable I consider is attaining some technical skills that might aid to my capabilities, whether it be in my major or not. I'm hoping to get started on learning some web development skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay consistent on the evening soccer/work-out, since the physical activity keeps you healthy. Plus, its another opportunity to stay social and enjoy the break. So far, till the weather's bearable with the humidity and temperature, its the best way to avail the out-doors as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1646064776027548725?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1646064776027548725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-agenda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1646064776027548725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1646064776027548725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-agenda.html' title='Summer Agenda'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-3893125309451842252</id><published>2010-05-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:33:51.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hope For Revival</title><content type='html'>I regret not staying consistent in writing this blog. College life sure has its million different ways to keep students busy but now that summer break is here, I hope to get back into my writing mode and contribute to this blog as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you last heard from me, a lot has changed. My freshman year of college has come to an end and hopefully I move on to much bigger and better things from here. Currently, I'm having my four-month summer break. This break just started a week ago. My main objective for this break is spending some quality time with my family who I got to see for the first time after eight months (and that sure was a long time, no doubt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've realized from this past year is how much I mean to my family, especially my parents and more importantly what they mean to me. Well, you know what they say, "you don't really know what you got till its gone." I've learnt to become more appreciative of the small things I have been blessed with. After all, life is all about the little things, right? These little occasions and gestures that make us feel we're in the right place with the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This much for now, I hope to keep this blog alive throughout summer. Hope ya'll enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-3893125309451842252?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3893125309451842252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-for-revival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3893125309451842252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3893125309451842252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-for-revival.html' title='A Hope For Revival'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6705091403929746698</id><published>2010-01-17T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:46:22.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work begins</title><content type='html'>Second semester at BYU has made me realize that college isn't all about studies and friends. Its one step towards becoming more responsible by balancing all aspects of life, and one important aspect of life is WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I got a job on campus but given my whimsical attitude, never really took work seriously. But this semester, things have surely changed for the good. With 4-days a week 8:00 am classes and regular 11:00 pm max bedtime, I feel far more productive than before. This, of course, comes with the cost of a hectic schedule (breakfast-classes-lunch-work-swimming-dinner-homework-sleep!) and the feeling of always being on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it isn't all that torturous. Work limits to 20 hours per week and on top of that, I limit myself to around 16 hours. Giving time to study, hang out with friends and relax. Especially with the exciting basketball season rolling, every weekend brings with it an adrenaline-rushing b-ball thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that as college goes on, it'll keep getting worse, or better. Depends on how you look at it. But for me, its definitely getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6705091403929746698?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6705091403929746698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6705091403929746698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6705091403929746698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-begins.html' title='Work begins'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1299955782713573290</id><published>2010-01-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:07:22.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Articles Gets Published</title><content type='html'>As this blog as been my little diary of events and experiences, it fascinates a lot of people to look at life through my perspective. I admit that maybe my writing isn't top-notch, but I do have some darn good stories to tell, eh? (haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through these experiences, a reporter for the Deseret News decided to do a story on my little experiences. After having a brief interview on the phone and a photo-shoot in the middle of the library, I was eagerly waiting to see the article published. I wanted to add that article to my presentation as the icing on the cake, but I guess it needed some more time therefore I couldn't. So during the Winter break while I was in Houston, a got a facebook message from friend saying "Dude, you're famous!" Finally, it was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was uplifting to read the article and the comments that followed, especially the encouraging remarks many people had written. Going through them I got the feeling of finally putting a message out there, a positive message for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you're dying to read it, well &lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705353014/Muslims-at-BYU-focus-on-similarities.html"&gt;here it is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1299955782713573290?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1299955782713573290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-awaited-articles-gets-published.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1299955782713573290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1299955782713573290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-awaited-articles-gets-published.html' title='The Long Awaited Articles Gets Published'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-8032629926145966199</id><published>2009-12-19T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:38:52.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Houston</title><content type='html'>I'm visiting some relatives from my dad's side in Houston, TX for my Christmas/New Year's break. Its the third city in U.S. that I have had the opportunity to visit (First two being San Francisco and Salt Lake City). Because of the big Pakistani community here, there's always something going on. The evening I got here ( Dec 17th) there was a mehindi (pre-wedding ceremony) we went to. It had been over 4 months since I had attended a wedding. Even though the event ended after mid-night, it was worth the delicious food. The next night, we went to the "real" wedding ceremony. It was nice to see people from previous night again and by now, I had made one friend. He introduced me to his other friends. They all seemed cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have another 2 weeks here till I head back to BYU. I hope this break stays awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-8032629926145966199?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8032629926145966199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8032629926145966199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8032629926145966199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-houston.html' title='Hello Houston'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-3920689902552574527</id><published>2009-12-17T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:44:50.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>Life has definitely been in the fast lane for the past couple of days. Spending all days on campus hasn't really been relaxing and it seems a well-deserved Christmas break is finally here. As I pull-off my first college all-nighter, I look back at this week. I'm so grateful for my scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 119 - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100% Perfect Score!&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked out of the testing center and saw my score at the monitor screen. There were 30 problems on the test and I had totally guessed on one of the problems and for some, I worked my way back to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion C 100 - 91%. I'm definitely getting an A in that class. It had been one of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coolest&lt;/span&gt; of my classes this semester and I really enjoyed taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Heritage - I got a 77% which seems very low but the class average is in the mid sixties. So, according to the curve, I'm sort of looking at an A or A-. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Life's good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SYS 101 - The pass/fail class (haha). The final was actually kind of hard. I learnt the intricacies of PowerPoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of my semesters continue going like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-3920689902552574527?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3920689902552574527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3920689902552574527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3920689902552574527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6121330819383633912</id><published>2009-12-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:24:28.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Lecture on Campus</title><content type='html'>If you have a good understanding of basic economic principles, there is a lecture that you HAVE to attend. Prof. Jim Kearl is a graduate of Utah State University and holds a PhD from MIT. He pursued postgraduate work at Harvard and joined the BYU Economics Department in 1975. Following an appointment as a White House Fellow and special assistant to Secretary of Defense Caspar Weinberger, he returned to full-time economics teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last lecture he gives in his Econ 110 class is considered the best lecture on campus. Even though I don't take econ from Prof. Kearl, I went to this lecture on Thursday. The 75-minute collection of four mini-lectures was the best in-class experience I have ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Kearl started talking about government role in market economy and during half the class time, he used logic to prove two contrasting points of view. Then, we brought in doctrine to support these ideas and introduced an entirely different idea. He economically proved the significance of tithing. In the last section of his lecture he talked about college courses and our responsibilities as students. The lecture was vivid of his shrewdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend everyone to attend that lecture of the semester and have the best in-class experience of their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6121330819383633912?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6121330819383633912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-lecture-on-campus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6121330819383633912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6121330819383633912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-lecture-on-campus.html' title='Best Lecture on Campus'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-834532966792353717</id><published>2009-12-08T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:31:28.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the semester</title><content type='html'>Its hard to believe how fast this semester has passed by. It seems like only yesterday I had my first day. August 26th was my first day on campus. The day I felt my head swirling when I made my way to the Wilk. I remember hyperventilating on the UTA bus, getting completely stressed out. The thought of being on my own, no one that you know, in a foreign country. It just kept coming to my mind, again and again. Somehow I managed to get through that day. Back then, the end of the semester seemed so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SyBRypNhcOI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3yzPeB1x0I/s1600-h/9724_270451745369_853965369_8669747_2036574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SyBRypNhcOI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3yzPeB1x0I/s320/9724_270451745369_853965369_8669747_2036574_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413416682597216482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the the first month of this semester Ramadan was going on so I was fasting which made it even harder. Daily 15-hour fasts with hunger and thrust, I understood the importance of fasting. I met my friends from Pakistan and used to have dinner with them daily... something I looked forward to the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SyBSAdfRy8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vy5IbaTouuc/s1600-h/no2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SyBSAdfRy8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vy5IbaTouuc/s320/no2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413416919968631746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my great FHE, I made my roommate dress up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kurta Shalwar&lt;/span&gt;, the national Pakistani dress. We had been planning this for ever a week. Chris, my roommate, found the dress so comfortable, he returned it to me after a week. That night, we even cooked and later played viola in those clothes. I considered the prospects of starting a business of importing those clothes and selling them to ordinary people. My friends thought that this dress was appropriate for all sorts of occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid-ul-fitr (at the end of Ramadan) came in my first month at BYU too. I went for the congregational prayer in Salt Lake City and experienced the most diverse Eid of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Football is something exceptional that happened in my life this semester. I became a part of the the most awesome game of the season. BYU vs UofU! Rushing the field that night and almost getting stepped over (which I even have on video) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed25edec82348cec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded25edec82348cec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331318586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F315752ED7BF75965DBFFBC403B086F6C48AF8.35F2DBE8B28B0725C49B8D261E566DABCB65D49C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded25edec82348cec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwP6vc_w6E_z2RAlaboR4kRIiQ3Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded25edec82348cec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331318586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F315752ED7BF75965DBFFBC403B086F6C48AF8.35F2DBE8B28B0725C49B8D261E566DABCB65D49C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded25edec82348cec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwP6vc_w6E_z2RAlaboR4kRIiQ3Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this semester turned out the way it did, making all these incredible memories that I'm going to keep. Even though both my roommates will to be here for Winter semester, I think my time at BYU will hopefully get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-834532966792353717?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/834532966792353717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlights-of-semester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/834532966792353717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/834532966792353717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlights-of-semester.html' title='Highlights of the semester'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SyBRypNhcOI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3yzPeB1x0I/s72-c/9724_270451745369_853965369_8669747_2036574_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1914693915876635774</id><published>2009-12-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:55:16.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo Shows its True Color</title><content type='html'>I never believed the terrifying descriptions of snow I used to get but this Sunday I found out that it was all true. Some of you would still say that its just the beginning, and far worse is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sx1Atn2b5HI/AAAAAAAAABo/rxwwHi9xJPY/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sx1Atn2b5HI/AAAAAAAAABo/rxwwHi9xJPY/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412553479704798322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand why some people wanted it to snow. I still remember one of my friends saying, "Christmas is just incomplete without snow." Do you really want your Christmas to get ruined? Well, this is just nature and I guess I should accept the white and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1914693915876635774?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1914693915876635774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/provo-shows-its-true-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1914693915876635774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1914693915876635774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/provo-shows-its-true-color.html' title='Provo Shows its True Color'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sx1Atn2b5HI/AAAAAAAAABo/rxwwHi9xJPY/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5578309350564357299</id><published>2009-12-06T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:08:21.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Fest</title><content type='html'>Friday night was another one of those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My coolest nights at BYU"&lt;/span&gt; (Not just figuratively, but literally as well). It had been a busy week with serious studying and I felt the need to take a break and enjoy. So, I got done with the Calculus mid-term around eight o'clock and headed off to Freeze Fest with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Homies&lt;/span&gt; (buddies from my home country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm primitive when I say this, but I've never ice-skated before in my life. Its not my fault, we never had snow in Islamabad. So I was psyched about this new experience. We got our passes and checked out our ice-skates. My shoe size is 10 and they were out of 10s or 11s, so I had no other option but to get a 9. I squeezed in my feet to those tiny skates and could no longer feel my toes. A little while later, I was on ice. I couldn't feel my feet. but the excitement just kept me going. I learnt to balance pretty quickly and enjoyed going around the ring a number of times. Even with the excruciating pain, it seemed to be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice skating, we headed to the dance party. After some crazy dancing on a couple of upbeat songs, a slow song came up and since I hadn't "come with anyone," plus I didn't even know how to waltz so I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to ask any girl for a dance. So, I decided to quietly move to one of the side. It was one of those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh Gosh! I wish I knew how to..."&lt;/span&gt; moments. But surprisingly, a girl came up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance. I said, "Well, I don't really know how to, but I would be glad if you teach me." So through half the song, I just learnt how to waltz and in the other half, i barely managed to keep up with the pace. Well, I'm glad that now if I'm at a dance and a slow song comes up, I won't have to slip to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's how my Friday night turned out to be pretty darn awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5578309350564357299?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5578309350564357299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/freeze-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5578309350564357299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5578309350564357299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/freeze-fest.html' title='Freeze Fest'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6655335995695395735</id><published>2009-12-06T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:31:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AM + Snow + A Week to Finals + Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life cannot get any better than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard countless incidents of college life full of all sorts of spontaneous activities but never imagined it to be anything like this. Stressful study days can drive anyone nuts so you really need that break. For me, this weekend has been the essential needed break. Even though I'm here putting a blog entry at four in the morning, this weekend has been a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I believe its memories like these that you take away from college. I mean, how many times have you heard your dad say that he used to spend his study time in the college library? He would probably be more interested in telling you about the time he went on a road-trip with his closest friends over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that as far as you keep a balance in your life, you make the most out of it. To be completely drawn to either of the two sides can have pretty devastating consequences. I look forward to having a joyful and successful college life, an experience that I will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6655335995695395735?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6655335995695395735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-am-snow-week-to-finals-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6655335995695395735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6655335995695395735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-am-snow-week-to-finals-football.html' title='3 AM + Snow + A Week to Finals + Football'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5421943766784039498</id><published>2009-12-03T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:58:33.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Cookin'</title><content type='html'>Coming to BYU, I've also started to learn to cook. Back home, I was too accustomed to the pampered life of having everything handed to me all the time. I always had the maid do my laundry, make my bed, clean my room, iron my clothes or make me food whenever I asked. Doing all this myself now, it has made me a lot more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sxit8hb9w5I/AAAAAAAAABg/u-SJiu1MOUc/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sxit8hb9w5I/AAAAAAAAABg/u-SJiu1MOUc/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411266207565071250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the encouragement I received on the phone from my mom, I felt it was time to start experimenting. I did my groceries from a close by store and got some brief instructions from my mom on how to cook. Finally, I cooked some potatoes in black pepper, chili powder and southern spices. Along with that, I fried some chicken. It worked out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to learn more over the years. Maybe even make some Pakistani dish. As for now, the adventures continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5421943766784039498?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5421943766784039498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-cookin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5421943766784039498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5421943766784039498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-cookin.html' title='Get Cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Sxit8hb9w5I/AAAAAAAAABg/u-SJiu1MOUc/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-3068963644267249801</id><published>2009-12-03T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:55:31.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorry, it's just not American"</title><content type='html'>If you have read my previous blog posts, you can surly tell that the past couple of month since I've come to US have been full of new experiences. The numerous &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My First's"&lt;/span&gt; are filled with fun incidents. But to be honest, it hasn't really been that fun everytime. Like this incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup with Pizza -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EWW!&lt;/span&gt; I know you just said that. I don't understand what's so weird about having ketchup with pizza. It happened during my first week at BYU. I was at this party in my building and there was pizza. So, I grabbed the ketchup bottle and poured some. All of a sudden, the room just fell dead silent. "Who eats pizza with ketchup? That's gross!" and I didn't even have an answer for that. People say pizza already has tomato paste in it so ketchup is simply unnecessary. So, what if I like extra tomato paste pizza? Well now, whenever I'm having pizza in my room while watching some movie or TV show, I secretly pour some ketchup, so I can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; my pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-3068963644267249801?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3068963644267249801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-its-just-not-american.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3068963644267249801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/3068963644267249801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-its-just-not-american.html' title='&quot;Sorry, it&apos;s just not American&quot;'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-8300874785151258576</id><published>2009-12-03T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:46:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentor in College</title><content type='html'>Being a part of the freshman academy program at BYU, right from the start of the semester I was assigned a Peer-Mentor. Initially, I never quite understood &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; a peer-mentor was important. Throughout high school I had taken all the regular class, did all my assignments, handed-in all my papers, worked hard on all my exams, it had all gone smoothly without any mentor. What was so different in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past semester, I've come to realize the importance of having a mentor and now, I consider it extremely essential. College is the pivotal moment in our lives. Its the one chance to make something exceptional out of yourself. What we gain here prepares us for the rest of our life. A mentor is one who guides you through this treacherous path. Thousands of questions that loom in our mind: what classes to take and when to take them? Which professors will be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;invested in you&lt;/span&gt;? When and where to intern? How to make the most out of the best years of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mentor can be anyone who gives you the best advice, who guides you and who wants to see succeed. It can be a professor, a senior, a counselor, a TA, a sibling, a parent, a professional, a co-worker, a classmate or just a friend. My mentor is my really good friend, a Pakistani finance major in the Marriot School of Management who, just like me, had no siblings or relatives when he came to BYU. As a non-LDS student, he also felt the transition in adapting to the unique Utah culture. But gradually, learnt to make the most out of it. In his freshman year, he submitted a paper &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Islam and Mormonism"&lt;/span&gt; in the Religious Symposium and won first place. I have benefit tremendously from his guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mentor isn't all about studying, I occasionally do the most random things with my mentor, like shooting hoops or throwing football at midnight, movie-marathons etc. I believe that in college, it is very important to have a person you can consult if you have any doubts, who you can call anytime you need help or even hang-out and have a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-8300874785151258576?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8300874785151258576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/mentor-in-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8300874785151258576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8300874785151258576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/mentor-in-college.html' title='Mentor in College'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1609227286762786887</id><published>2009-12-01T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:14:36.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Library</title><content type='html'>After pulling off a couple of those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;12-hours on campus,&lt;/span&gt; I have finally discovered that library is the right place to settle down. With finals only a week away, library seems to be the only place I feel focused enough to get all the studying done. Whether it be a calculus worksheet or an English paper, the library can work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May God rest ye merry gentlemen... After finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the extended hours, if seems so continent to just go to a quite place and review over course material. Level 1 is currently my favorite spot. The peaceful environment there is ideal to spend a couple of hours on your own or with some study friends. The siting area in front of Honor Reading Room on Level 3 is perfect to lay back on the comfy couches and do some paper, it is where I work on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel exhausted, a power-nap later you'll be in the mood to get back on those books. With less than 2 weeks till Christmas Break, there is no doubt that getting max done is only possible in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time... in the lib. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1609227286762786887?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1609227286762786887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1609227286762786887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1609227286762786887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-library.html' title='Living in the Library'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4061453721787457883</id><published>2009-12-01T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:43:00.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First AWESOME Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>Last week, I wrote about how thanksgiving was coming and everyone was going back to their home, to relax and enjoy with their family. Here I was, going to spend it on this deserted campus. Well, it actually turned out to be way better than I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Nov 24th - To kick off the Thanksgiving break, I went to the BYU Men's Basketball game against Southern University. Sitting in the third row in the loudest student section, I knew right from the start of the game that I was going to scream my heart out that night. Cougars' 107 to 51 point victory over the Jaguars really got me pumped up for the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Nov 25th - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Movie Mania Begins!&lt;/span&gt; Since my Pakistani friends weren't heading home as well, we decided to avail these holidays with pizza and a Bourne Marathon. It was nice to relax and enjoy a day, and not think about the dreaded finals soon to come. By the way, The Bourne Series is a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Nov 26th - I had a delicious thanksgiving meal with my roommate, Andrew's wonderful family here in Sandy, Utah. Even though I had heard about Thanksgiving meal over and over a million times, I could never have imagined &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so much &lt;/span&gt;food. By the time I was done eating, I could barely walk. I'm glad I took a brief nap afterwards. But still, one thing's for sure ... that food was unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Nov 27th - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eid Mubarak!&lt;/span&gt; Islamic calender has two really big events; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eid-ul-Fitr&lt;/span&gt;, celebrating the end of the holy month of fasting, Ramadan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp; Eid-ul-Azha&lt;/span&gt;, commemorating Prophet Abraham's honorable act of almost sacrificing one of his sons in the name of God. It was Eid-ul-Azha on Friday. The congregational prayer was to be held in Salt Lake City. My friends and I reached there in time to be a part of it. It did remind me of my last Eid back in Pakistan, with family but I was still glad to be with friends on this occassion. Afterwards, we ate at a nice Egyptian cuisine, "O'falafel." I would recommend everyone to try a falafel at least once in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Nov 28th - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Game Day!&lt;/span&gt; The most talked about college football game in all of Utah was here, and my friend who was in California for thanksgiving had given me his ticket. Eighth row, right behind the South field goal; I couldn't have asked for better seats. The fiercely competitive game had its perfectly thrilling end, Cougars taking over the Utes with a narrow victory in overtime. Brian Logan, No.7 for the cougars, along with three other defensive players, is in one of my religious classes. His tackles really had the spectators on their feet. I ended up rushing the field after the last touchdown. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, some night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the exciting story of my first thanksgiving ever. Hope you had a wonderful time during this "well-deserved" break too. &lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4061453721787457883?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4061453721787457883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-awesome-thanksgiving-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4061453721787457883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4061453721787457883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-awesome-thanksgiving-break.html' title='My First AWESOME Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4397657425873238368</id><published>2009-11-24T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:44:52.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Narrative (Incomplete, sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've been working on my personal narrative, trying to make it as good as possible. I have only written half of it so far. Let me know if it needs changes. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the bustle on the Hong Kong Airport, I walked to my next terminal gate. In the glass window to my right, above the horizon of airplane tails, I gazed at the congested metropolitan, full of high-rise towers. The shimmer on the bay water and clear blue sky hoaxed calmness and ease. Walking the long mile in the sea of people, I couldn’t help but think of the events that had surpassed fourteen hours ago. Somehow the garrulous teenager and stories of her erratic life in Australia had swayed my mind for the past nine hours. But now, I walked alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Got everything you need? … Passport? I-20? Kuch reh tou nahin giya? (Anything left?)” said my dad, as we walked out the front door. “No, I think we have everything. Let’s go before I miss the flight,” I replied. My mom was already in the front seat. The weather was a little better than it was yesterday, less humid. But the scorching August sun in the clear sky made the air hot. It was a usual Pakistani day. I squeezed in the middle of the back seat, my siblings on either side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remember; call me as soon as you get to Karachi. Phuppa Jaan would be there to pick you up, ok? Tell him if you need something to eat, alright? You would be hungry by then, I should have made you sandwich. Do you want a sandwich? It will only take a minute … buy something from the airport then. Is your cell phone charged? Call me before you board the plane…” my mother continued talking while I nodded my head. I knew that she was the one most concerned. I can never forget how hard it was to convince her to let me go to college in the states. None of her siblings, or her children had attended college outside Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one mentioned when I’ll be seeing them again, but of course, the question still loomed in the back of our heads. The usual conversation continued till we pulled up in the parking spot close to the departure terminal. My brother and I took out the suitcase trolleys from the trunk. “Bang!” the trunk’s lid closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4397657425873238368?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4397657425873238368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-personal-narrative-incomplete-sorry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4397657425873238368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4397657425873238368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-personal-narrative-incomplete-sorry.html' title='My Personal Narrative (Incomplete, sorry)'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5065350806014621353</id><published>2009-11-23T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:54:30.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, the place where I belong.</title><content type='html'>As thanksgiving holidays arrive, and Christmas soon to follow, everyone seems to be packing up their bags to head home, to their families. All those who plan on staying here for thanksgiving know how it feels to see your roommate putting all their stuff in the big suitcase while they excitedly tell you all about what its like, "thanksgiving at their place." Regardless of your interest, you stand, nod your head while your mind strays to the thought of your family. Even though I never celebrated thanksgiving, the holiday still make me miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpxfzXuRCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HhS8D9h8bFA/s1600/up--00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpxfzXuRCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HhS8D9h8bFA/s320/up--00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407259093791294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went through the pictures of my last week in Pakistan and I came across this one group photo of my family at what they called, "Talha's going-away party." I could see the deep emotions under those smiling faces, reflecting their true feelings. Being the youngest of three children, I had a much intimate bond with them. Now, that i had chosen to stand on my own feet, and take up responsibility, I admire their utmost support and belief that they have in me. Without them, nothing would have been possible. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I owe them a lifetime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Swpxo9jnWmI/AAAAAAAAABY/SA-JRIKoT2M/s1600/upp-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Swpxo9jnWmI/AAAAAAAAABY/SA-JRIKoT2M/s320/upp-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407259251144350306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consistent connection I've had growing up with my cousins brings back those wonderful memories. Gossiping, crank calling, watching movies, random hiking trips, conversations that lasted till dawn and all that fun we had in our little summer house in the hills, engraved memories in my mind. I still look back at those days, the moments we enjoyed and the memories we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my family, and for the memories I have shared with them. I cannot wait to visit them over summer break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5065350806014621353?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5065350806014621353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-place-where-i-belong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5065350806014621353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5065350806014621353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-place-where-i-belong.html' title='Home, the place where I belong.'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpxfzXuRCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HhS8D9h8bFA/s72-c/up--00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6429811969212669257</id><published>2009-11-23T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:17:52.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Earning Your Tuition"</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, in my American Heritage lab, our TA, while talking about using different resources on campus to do better on tests and papers, mentioned a phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"earning your tuition."&lt;/span&gt; It just struck me right there, and instantly, I wrote it on the front page of my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that phrase has a deep meaning in the life of every college student. For me, it brought back all my memories of hard work. All that I had persevered to be successful enough to accomplish so much and make it here today. The sacrifice and struggle we all put in reaps its fruit for all of us. Its not just that first pay-check you get from your very first job after graduating from college, but its all that you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;earn&lt;/span&gt; at an institution. The priceless knowledge that you attain, it becomes a part of you and your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my first semester at BYU comes to an end, I feel I have already learned so much in so little time. The experiences, the memories, the friendships, the relationships, and anove all, the knowledge... all that this prestigious institution has given me has helped me grow. It excites me to think about the rest of my years here-so much to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6429811969212669257?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6429811969212669257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/earning-your-tuition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6429811969212669257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6429811969212669257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/earning-your-tuition.html' title='&quot;Earning Your Tuition&quot;'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-2172741679357472266</id><published>2009-11-22T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:49:52.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college football'/><title type='text'>My first football game</title><content type='html'>Its funny that outside US, football is an altogether different sport. So, like other things, my transition to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; football took its time. Prior to coming to BYU, I had heard a lot about its football team. I couldn't get an all-sports pass but I hoped to attend at least one football game at the huge LaVell Edwards Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the ticket, and I was all pumped up for the game. The only problem left was, I had no idea how American Football is played. All I knew was, each team tries to get the ball on the other end of the field where there is 'a' line that is supposed to be crossed. So, I looked it up on the internet, learned the basic things like positions and rules. Youtube definitely helped a great deal. After watching all that, not only had I become a BYU football fan, but also the sport in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was game-day. Busy roads, traffic diversions, and the color blue everywhere. We got there a little late and the game had already kicked off. Soon, with BYU's first touchdown, we were singing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Rise and Shout, The Cougars Are Out."&lt;/span&gt; I ended up screaming so hard, that I temporarily lost my voice (but it was definitely worth it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpkUl9mOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/X1mM9SAUfj8/s1600/up_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpkUl9mOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/X1mM9SAUfj8/s320/up_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407244607562332930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good, till that last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Swpl--16TPI/AAAAAAAAABI/hGxsRH8lhEE/s1600/up%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/Swpl--16TPI/AAAAAAAAABI/hGxsRH8lhEE/s320/up%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407246435307113714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we decided to order a pizza so we called Pizza Hut and placed our order. When we went to the pizza hut on North Canyon Road, we found out that we had accidentally placed the order at their Springville branch. So, we ended up canceling that order, putting up a new order and waiting another hour to get $18 bucks worth of pizzas only for $8. That night turned out to be one the most amazing nights I've had since I've come to BYU. It was the perfect escape from the hectic college workload. I'm really glad I had the opportunity to enjoy that night with my best friends, Stacey and Andrew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-2172741679357472266?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2172741679357472266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-football-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2172741679357472266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/2172741679357472266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-football-game.html' title='My first football game'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwpkUl9mOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/X1mM9SAUfj8/s72-c/up_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-5325006712019829381</id><published>2009-11-18T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:49:52.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on... with school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Going over my blog, I realized that I have written too much about religion. BYU certainly is a big change, and there is a lot more that has been going on in my life since I have came here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College classes are really different from high school classes (especially, for me). Over the last 12 years of life, I had been studying under the British education system. I felt a significant difference in the style of education practiced here in US. The most prominent difference is in the approach towards learning. British education practices focus more on principle and theories, whereas the American system teaches more about practicality, and how to implement the ideas in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I spend less time in front of books now, and obviously I like it a lot better. This certainly does not mean that school is easier here, but in fact it teaches me more. I believe this style of education prepares students to go out and be more productive. They can easily relate class room principles to real life, and hence be more efficient at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwSIAgSEkBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T7liO0QPLVc/s1600/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwSIAgSEkBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T7liO0QPLVc/s320/up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405594994998546450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, you could study in the last month before exams and easily ace that class. It definitely required  10+ hours of studying in a day, but you get the advantage of enjoying the rest of the year. It definitely isn’t the same in college. It doesn’t make too much difference whether you have two classes in a day or four, with a balanced schedule, you can balance out work and leisure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-5325006712019829381?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5325006712019829381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on-with-scool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5325006712019829381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/5325006712019829381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on-with-scool.html' title='Moving on... with school'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwSIAgSEkBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T7liO0QPLVc/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-8949493629857825787</id><published>2009-11-14T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:25:48.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Conference'/><title type='text'>179th Semiannual General Conference and the trip to Temple Square</title><content type='html'>The morning of Oct 3rd 2009 was pretty cold. I was suited up and had a scarf on as I walked over to my friend’s apartment at 7 o’clock in the morning. The sun still behind mountains made it seem like dawn. The hype of General Conference had me all excited, and wondering about the day’s proceedings. Soon, we were on the highway, on our way to the Salt Lake Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had barely spent over one month at BYU, and I had already heard so much about it. “It is the biggest tourist site in Utah; the biggest LDS temple in the world.” In fact, my question is, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how can anyone not know of Salt Lake Temple or Temple Square if he or she is at BYU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached there around eight. By looking at all the traffic diversions and parked cars I could tell that a lot of people were going to show up. We walked almost quarter of a mile from the parking spot to Temple square, and I was glad we had a close parking spot. Temple Square, just as I had heard, was gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwOEMZUi38I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_BZ-fmdKpg/s1600/conference1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwOEMZUi38I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_BZ-fmdKpg/s320/conference1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405309326265081794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while after getting seated, President Monson gave a brief welcome speech. The gigantic Conference Center was almost filled up. Afterwards, Elder Scott, Elder Clayton, Elder Bednar, and President Uchtdorf delivered their speeches. My favorite one was by Elder Bednar where he talked about expressing love to members of the family. It made me reflect on my family back at home, and reminded me of my responsibilities. I was really impressed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I was awed every time they sang a hymn. With all the lighting, it seemed epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first session was over, we roamed around temple square, and went through the Church Museum where I learnt a great deal about church history. That day was a very unique experience for me. Four months ago, I would never have imagined visiting so many new places, and learning so many new things. I am truly grateful to have the wonderful opportunity to experience all this just because I decided to come to BYU. I hope that during the rest of my time here, I keep experiencing new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-8949493629857825787?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8949493629857825787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/179th-semiannual-general-conference-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8949493629857825787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/8949493629857825787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/179th-semiannual-general-conference-and.html' title='179th Semiannual General Conference and the trip to Temple Square'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SwOEMZUi38I/AAAAAAAAAAw/t_BZ-fmdKpg/s72-c/conference1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1592005706391981666</id><published>2009-11-11T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:00:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Family Home Evening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know this blog is being posted REALLY late, but I still want it to be up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since coming to BYU, and being surrounded by such a religious influence, I have reflected on my religious beliefs a lot. In light of these experiences, I decided to do an interesting FHE activity, something I knew no one in my FHE group had done before; talk about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;, the month of fasting had just come to an end, and it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eid,&lt;/span&gt; the most important day on the Islamic calender. It just felt like the perfect time to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started preparing for a talk, or presentation. I couldn't quite tell what it should be. Ideas kept swirling through my head. There was just so much I wanted to tell, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. I looked up my sources and compiled what seemed to me the perfect set of facts to outline a religion of over a billion people on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity started with some slightly awkward glances as everyone (except for my roommates) had no idea where this discussion was heading. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't blame 'em.&lt;/span&gt; Coming to attend a completely Mormon activity, this was definitely least expected. To make everyone comfortable, I told everyone that I was not a member (which wasn't a surprise), and explained my reasons for coming to BYU. I told them why I felt the need to do this, and they seemed quite interested in whatever I had to say. I outlined Islamic belief, history, traditions, practices while my roommate compared every aspect to Mormonism. It was incredible how similar many beliefs were. Questions like, "Do Muslims use technology?" "Have you ever been to Mecca?" "Do you have to marry a Muslim girl?" kept coming and I answered them one by one. The activity definitely went over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed that activity alot. I got to learn so much more about my own religion, like I believed in John The Baptist but I always knew his with his Hebrew name &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yahya."&lt;/span&gt; I hope I get the opportunity to enjoy more Family Home Evenings throughout my time at BYU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1592005706391981666?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1592005706391981666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-family-home-evening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1592005706391981666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1592005706391981666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-family-home-evening.html' title='The best Family Home Evening!'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-6432545546735701513</id><published>2009-11-08T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:30:37.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My observations about the LDS Church and BYU, and how it affects the lives of its Students</title><content type='html'>Last week, I wrote a paper for my class "Intro to LDS Church" describing my experience at BYU. I thought it would be something interesting to post on the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Muslim student at BYU, I believe my experiences over the past couple of months have taught me a lot about Mormons and their peculiar culture. This university has helped me mature and take responsibilities in a way that I had never imagined. During my time at BYU, I have discovered that not only does this institute excel in academic excellence, but also emphasizes on high morals which bring out the best out its students while educating them on the essential concepts of world disciplines, and also keeping them closer to their religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, when I first learnt about Brigham Young University and decided to apply here as an undergrad, I had absolutely no idea about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The only time I had heard of the term “Mormon” was in a TV show called F.R.I.E.N.D.S, when one of the characters, Rachel, is asked if she would like an alcoholic drink and she declines. The person assumes that she must be a Mormon. Even then, I didn’t pay any attention to the term, or what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church’s name mentioned on the BYU website caught my eye. I looked it up on Wikipedia to learn a little about its origin &amp; history, basic doctrinal beliefs, teaching practices, organization &amp; structure, and culture. The preliminary information turned out to be really resourceful in giving me a clearer picture of the LDS faith. I kept reading more and more about BYU and Mormonism. I was impressed by the reputation of the Marriott Business School and its Accounting program; the tuition cost almost seemed unbelievable, and the emphasis on high morals identical to the morals of my own religion seemed ideal. The college seemed to be my perfect match. Upon my acceptance, I was also offered a generous scholarship out of the Church tithing. By summer break, BYU was what I was most looking forward to in the coming years of my life. Not until had I arrived here, did I learnt so much more in such detail about the peculiar culture of BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Mormons, as truly-devoted Christians made me respect them a lot. They way everyone implemented Gospel principles in their lives made me reflect on my own religious beliefs. I became enthusiastic to learn more about their religious beliefs and practices, and often I would compare it to my own. I really appreciate how BYU’s unique lifestyle harnesses the best out of its students by encouraging service and dedication. The university mission statement accurately outlines this in the words, “The mission of BYU is to assist individuals in their quest for perfection and eternal life.” The Church Missionary Program is excellent as it gets young individuals to go out and spread the message of the Gospel while reflecting on their own lives and hence preparing them for eternal perfection. It amazes me how this tradition strengthens the testimony of thousands, making them stronger believers. The Church also has an efficient organization. Daily scripture reading, three hours of Sunday Church and Ward Prayer, Monday Family Home Evening and occasional visits to the temple create a constant sense of commitment among Mormons, constantly reminding them to stay on the righteous path. Becoming a part of BYU, I enjoy taking part in these religious activities as I get to meet so many interesting people, and learn so much about Mormonism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all religions of the world were just as crucial about education as Mormonism is. The example of Church leaders like Brigham Young, Gordon B. Hinckley, and Joseph F. Smith has inspired millions in the quest of attaining knowledge. Back In the difficult days, right after migration to Utah, Mormons were living from hand to mouth but still, Brigham Young was persistent that some sort of educational system could be set up, and hence The Church decided to establish “stake academies.” The Church Education System ensures that the youth is educated not only with religious principles but all sorts of disciplines. The vast variety of majors and minors, and the broadly outlined University Core programs in BYU are evident of this fact. As a consequence, students at BYU are far better prepared for all sorts of situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendliness that BYU caters is exceptional; it has always made me feel at home. Even though Mormons have a deep commitment to their religion, yet I’ve never met anyone on campus so far who would be intolerant of my religious beliefs, instead they all have admired me for being dedicated to my religion. I really appreciate how respectful my roommates, friends, class fellows, and professors have been of my religious beliefs and practices, especially in today’s world, where Muslims are looked upon as fundamentalists and religious extremists. In one of my Family Home Evening activities, I gave a brief outline of Islamic facts, history, beliefs and practices. It fascinated me to see everyone so enthusiastic about the topic and their eagerness to learn more. I believe that if people of all religions could come together and start respecting each other just like that, we would stop having conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Church leaders for their emphasis on “presenting yourself.” The LDS Church sets down a complete way of life with a healthy, presentable outlook for its members. The Church strongly prohibits any immoral acts like drinking, smoking, fornication or others which are widely disregarded in all societies and religious. This has created a very positive image of Mormons around the world. The honor code set in place at BYU works remarkably well to ensure adherence to these principles. One of the most positive outcomes of this honor code has been the general belief that BYU students have better work ethics than students of other universities, which is indeed true. Therefore, employers from around the world come to BYU campus every year to recruit students so they can go forth and contribute to the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though BYU maintains an ideal lifestyle, the one thing that makes me, and many non-Mormons uncomfortable about the Mormon culture and the atmosphere at BYU is the eagerness everyone has to get married. I appreciate the keenness towards fulfilling the most important religious obligation, but to an outsider, it just seems really odd. Another thing that stands out about most Mormons is that a lot of them belong to big families, and hence, plan on having big families themselves. This is a peculiar culture that is unlike in any other college or university in the entire United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, BYU is an excellent institute with a great reputation, and its students have a strong commitment to high moral values and religious beliefs. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is one of the most organized religions on the planet that ensures its members are educated not only with religious doctrine, but also the essentials of all worldly disciplines and continue to lead a righteous life in the light of Gospel principles while going out to serve others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-6432545546735701513?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6432545546735701513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-observations-about-lds-church-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6432545546735701513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/6432545546735701513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-observations-about-lds-church-and.html' title='My observations about the LDS Church and BYU, and how it affects the lives of its Students'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-4088918432321636536</id><published>2009-09-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:23:26.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>First Trip to The Church</title><content type='html'>Religion is indeed an interesting subject and its absolutely fascinating how misunderstood almost all religions are - I can surely say that from my experience. This past weekend was one of the most unique experiences for me, as I visited the Mormon Church on the first Sunday of the week, "A Fast Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ironed white shirt and red tie, i walked to the University Parkway Center with my roommates. There was an unusual excitement on our faces. My thoughts wandered as I imagined what my experience will be like. On the way, I kept asking my roommates all sorts of questions that came to my mind, and they replied eagerly. By the time I reached the UPC doorstep, I had a vague idea what the day's proceedings would be. First, we walked into this huge hall with over a hundred people - a lot of them were familiar faces. They all waved to me with a kind and friendly smile as I walked over to the second row where a friend, the ward "grandma" had saved us three seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an opening prayer, the Ward Bishop made some announcements and the sacrament was offered. After singing a couple of hymns, the podium was open for everyone to bear testimony. One by one, a few people got up and walked to the stage. My roommate also wanted to get up but felt too nervous to do so. I talked him into going up together. We both took seats behind the podium and waited for our turn. He went first and delivered an emotional testimony. After he was done, I walked up to the podium. In front of me, a hundred eager faces looking up . I started by introducing myself and where I'm from. Describing how unique of an experience BYU has been for me. I told everyone how much I appreciated the emphasis on morals, and the way it brings out the best out of BYU students. I mentioned that I do not share the same beliefs, but our lifestyles reflect identical moral values.I ended my testimony with a weird, "Thank you all very much" which made the hall dead silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the Sacrament meeting, the Ward Bishop appreciated everyone's commitment towards their faith and thanked me for coming, and sharing my opinion. Many of my friends also came to me, and thanked me for coming. This kind gesture made me feel very good about making the decision to go to church that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this experience will be a memorable one for me, something that I will always look back to and be glad that i took the initiative to speak to the congregation that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-4088918432321636536?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4088918432321636536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-trip-to-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4088918432321636536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/4088918432321636536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-trip-to-church.html' title='First Trip to The Church'/><author><name>Talha A. Siddiqui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14645757292818309914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhZ2DxC4eGw/SrY8I6vbzkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DorivLnuZ4/S220/9724_282159250369_853965369_8904726_4711937_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016468313783793965.post-1178714271478750054</id><published>2009-09-20T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:02:34.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first blog'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my life</title><content type='html'>For my first blog, I decided to present you all with something I wrote for my facebook 'about me' in the info section two years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of you would agree that if I had simply written, "Ask mafia, they'd know better" in my about me, it would have been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'll take the pain. I guess it all began when I was just in second grade and my brother tried throwing a brick in the sky without realizing that gravity does exist and eventually, it landed safely on my head or maybe that other time when he locked me in the suit case while I was pretending to be his pet and then he tried opening it using a knife. You do realize that I was inside, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, those were the good old memories of sibling hood, until recently I "accidently" met myself! I found myself in quite despair and at time, agony. (I wonder what exactly led to that.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take it further into being morbid and instead, would appreciate telling you all about the rainbows, sunshine, unicorns and of course, everything else that involves the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pathetic! Yeah, you heard me. Although I don't admit it in real life but inside, I know that and today, for some weird reason, I feel like sharing that with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't always that bad, you see. I mean there were good times as well, like the time I got some fortitude and went up to talk to the girl I had had a crush on for over a month. Ooh yeah, that was an event.&lt;br /&gt;In real life, you'll find me to be a really reserved and quite person. I don't want to be anything like that but GOSH, can't seem to help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you've got the inside scoop now. I wish you luck exploring the rest of me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things certainly seem to have changed since those days, and as they keep changing, I hope they are changing for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this wasn't too terrible for my first blog, and I hope the responses are encouraging enough to keep me posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1016468313783793965-1178714271478750054?l=tsiddiqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1178714271478750054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1178714271478750054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1016468313783793965/posts/default/1178714271478750054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiddiqui.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to my life'/><author><name>Talha A. 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