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Friday, September 21, 2018

कभी कभी सोचता हु की क्यों जिंदगी इतने आसन क्यों नहीं है! क्यों वोह नहीं होता जो हम चाहते है! क्यों जिंदगी इतने इम्तेहान लेती है! क्यों इतना संघर्ष करना पढता है? क्यों हमें दुसरो की चीजें जयादा पसंद आती है! क्यों  हम चाह कर भी  वह  नही  कर
वो सुर्ख लाल गुलाब से लब और तिरछी मदहोश निगाहें ....
इतने कम फ़ासलों पर तो, मयखाने भी नहीं होते जनाब।

Friday, September 18, 2015

Rain



It rains in their hearts,
the drops touching that soil,
and sending its essence to their souls,
together they stand and
feel it on their faces...
The breeze through the hair,
and touch of water so tender...
Everything around dancing and losing themselves,
in the beauty of their togetherness..
They smile and look at each other..
They know this is meant to be..
The exhileration in their lives,
the peace in their minds..
The rain and them...
Their first rain together,
When suddenly everything turns green
and the sky turns blue and white..
The falling water..the rainbow there...
The clouds singing with them..
There are no words said..
No words heard..
They will let the nature do the talking..
They will be there and know
It is for them..
See ....they knew
it is for them..

He sings..... He Sings for HER...



She had this dream of someone singing to her,
somoeone who wanted to sing to her,
and be totally excited about it.
The voice that added magic to the song,
The voice that makes her melt with every word,
every tune, every syllable.
The voice that has that smile,
that cute little giggle...
which shows he is blushing
or is just so happy!
The voice that makes her forget all that's sad
and painful..
The voice, listening to which she could
smile the whole day long.
The voice, that makes the day brighter
and lets the night go by
with a velvety touch.
The voice, without which
she would lose her sense to appreciate
to admire, to smile without reasons.
The voice, that is for her.
The voice which is
as exciting as a present in the hands of a two-year old,
as fresh as a drop of morning dew,
as pure as that incense in a temple,
as soothing as the view of the color "amber"
as refreshing as the morning breeze,
as vast as that ocean in front of her eyes,
as open and caring as the heart of a mother,
and so real that she could reach out and touch...
The voice that gave her the smile which was awaited,
the voice that gave that twinkle to her eyes
and that color to her cheeks....
The voice, which if loses the cheer in it,
could make her go against the heavens
to bring that cheer back.
The voice with a smile,
The voice with a soul,
The voice of her dreams,
The voice...The song.. The music,
and... them ........

how lovehurts

In the sea shore I walk alone.. at nights...My eyes filled with tears...My lips crushed between my teeth...My hands wrapping myself tightly....My heart crying for its own death....I see no future in front of me...May be I don’t see the one I wished to...It’s hard to get ready for another future...The future where I won’t see you any more...The future where I will forget you completely....Everything around me is empty now...Everything that had had life before...I will look for a shop where I can buy a new heart...This time I will be careful not to let it fall...At least for the one who is not going to catch it..?? I will start a new beginning...I will color myself in a different brush...To hide my pains from others...I won’t let myself get wet in emotions...I’m just afraid to learn about love again ...(this is How LOVE HURT'S)

Monday, July 29, 2013

Pain

Ten thousand times I've tried
I've tried to call you
I know you wanna talk
I need to show you how I hurt

So answer me, talk to me
So answer me, where's your sympathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Is my possession

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Is now my possession

Ten thousand times I've tried
I've tried to hate you
Forget your pretty little lies
It's time for me to make you hurt

So answer me, talk to me
So answer me, where's your empathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Is my possession

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Is now my possession

Keep pouring salt into my wounds
Keep making me feel like I'm to blame 
Keep pouring salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

So answer me, talk to me
So answer me, where's your sympathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Is my possession

Obsession
Rejection
Your final breath
Your final breath 

I've told you before
Your tears don't fall
I've been here before
They crash around me

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Indian Political Structure


One of my dear friend wrote this... its clearly shows that how much we are reliant  
During the Cold War, if USA launched a nuke-loaded missile, Soviet satellites would inform the Soviet army in 3 seconds and in less than 5 seconds Soviet counter-missiles would be on their way.

That was their scenario................

NOW INDIA Vs PAKISTAN SCENARIO

If there is a nuclear war between India and Pakistan. The Pakistan army decides to launch a nuke-missile towards India. They don't need any permission from their government, and promptly order the countdowns.

Indian technology is highly advanced.
In less than 8 seconds, Indian army detects the Pak Countdown and decides to launch a missile in retribution.

But they need permission from the Government of India.

They submit their request to the Indian President. The President forwards it to the Cabinet. The Prime Minister calls an
emergency Lok Sabha session. The LS meets, but due to several walkouts and severe protests by the opposition, it gets adjourned and adjourned indefinitely.

The President asks for a quick decision. In the mean time, the Pak missile fails to take off due to technical failure. Their attempts for a re- launch are still on.

Just then the Indian ruling party is reduced to a minority because a party that was giving outside support withdraws it. The President asks the PM to prove his majority within a week. As the ruling party fails to win the confidence vote, a caretaker government is installed. The caretaker PM decides to permit the armed forces to launch a nuclear missile. But the Election Commission says that a caretaker government can not take such a decision because elections are at hand.

A Public Interest Litigation is filed in the Supreme Court alleging misuse of power by the Election Commission. The Supreme Court comes to the rescue of the PM, and says the acting PM is authorized to take this decision in view of the emergency facing the nation.

Just then one of the Pak missiles successfully takes off, but it falls 367 miles away from the target, on its own government building at 11.00AM. 
Fortunately, there are no casualties as no employee has reached the office that early.

In any case, the nuclear core of the missile had detached somewhere inflight. The Pakistan army is now trying to get better technologies from China and USA.

The Indian Government, taking no chances, decides to launch a nuclear missile of its own, after convening an all-party meeting. This time all the parties agree. Its three months since the army had sought permission.

But as preparations begin, "pro-humanity", "anti-nuclear" activists come out against the Government's decision.

Human chains are formed and Rasta Rokos organised. In California …..and ……Washington , endless e-mails are sent to Indians condemning the government, mentioning "Please forward it to as many Indians as possible".

On the Pakistan side, the missiles kept malfunctioning. Some missiles deviate from target due to technical failures or high-speed wind blowing over Rajasthan. Many of them land in the Indian Ocean killing some fish.

A missile (smuggled by Pakistan from USA) is pressed into service. Since the Pakistan army is unable to understand its software, it therefore hits its original destination: Russia.

Russia successfully intercepts the missile and in retaliation launches a nuclear missile towards Islamabad. The missile hits the target and creates havoc. Pakistan cries for help. India expresses deep regrets for what has happened and sends in a million dollars worth of Parle-G biscuits to Pakistan.

Thus India never gets to launch the missile.

Pakistan never gets it right

And we live happily since!!!!

JAI HIND

Monday, December 31, 2012