Monthly Archives: September 2009
It takes 15 trees to
produce the amount
of paper that we
use to write one exam.
join us in promoting the noble
cause of saving trees.
SAY NO TO EXAMS.
Jinhein bhulaney mein yaro, barey zamaney lagay
Jub dil dukha tou wohi loog yaad aney lagey
I get so emotional when your not around..
I think the emotion is called happiness
Wish you a very happy birthday
May life lead you 2 great happiness
success and hope dat
all your wishes comes true!
enjoy your day.
| Name | Bushra Bukhari |
| About me | MBA from IMS-BZU with distinction, I have special interest in marketing course. I am involved in Alumni Data Management and also responsible for handling IMS News Bulletin data. My areas of interest include Brand Management, Advertising and Human Resource Management. |
| Relationship | single |
| Children | No |
| Ethnicity | Asian |
| Religion | Muslim |
| Political view | libertarian |
| Fashion | trendy |
| Humor | friendly |
| Living | with parents, friends visit often |
| Ideal match | A jolly person who makes me happy all the time |
| Birthday | August 10 |
| Smoking | No |
| Drinking | No |
| Education | Master’s Degree |
| High school | N/A |
| Occupation | Lecturer |
| Career skills | N/A |
| Career interests | N/A |
| Passions | Teaching |
| Sports | Table Tennis |
| Books | Meri Zaat Reza Reza written by Umera Ahmed |
| first thing you will notice about me | my talent |
| Activities | Job |
| Music | Classical |
| Tv shows | Dus Ka Dum |
| Movies | Funny Movies Like Bhagam Bhaag |
| Cuisines | Spicy Food, Pizza, Chicken Biryani |
| Hometown | Mux |
| City | Mux |
| State | Punjab |
| Country | Pakistan |
| Msn Email | b4bushra@live.com |
| Yahoo Email | N/A |
| Mobile No | Click Here |
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow
and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman. “You saved my son’s life.”
“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.
“Is that your son?” the nobleman asked. “Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.
“I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.
If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll grow to a man you can be proud of.”
And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved him? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.

In jheel si gehri aankhon mein
ik sham kabhi abaad to ho
is jheel kinare pal do pal
ik khuwab ka neela phool khile
is phool k behte rango mein
jis waqt larazta chand chale…..
